Page 6 of One Naughty Night

“Okay, sweetness?” Zach asks in my ear, gliding his tongue around the shell while his fingers now pinch and tweak my nipples.

“So good,” I pant, clenching around Jax’s tongue. “But more, need more.”

A never met yet synchronized team, Jax bears down, all impossible suction and rapid tongue thrusts, while Zach hones in on my clit and rubs in deep, sensuous circles. I erupt violently, my body bucking through my throaty wails and muscle spasms, a kaleidoscope of euphoric flashes blinding me.

“Catch—”

“I got ’er,” I barely register Zach saying as I collapse, boneless and sated into his enveloping arms. I feel myself being swept up in a cradle hold, and through half lidded eyes, watch as he carries me to the bed and lays me down gently. I could sleep for days, but I’d vowed to make the most of this one night, so I force myself to perk up and rise to my elbows.

At the end of the bed stand two visions that make any woman gladly endure all that comes with being a woman. I stifle a wanton moan as every erogenous zone on my body reawakens in piqued fury.

Jax challenges me with a cocked brow and lip, blue eyes dancing in pride at a job well done while Zach looks on in noble but carnivorous question. The tatted, pierced brunette wants more. The taller, gallant blond wants to know if I want more.

And they’re both still dressed, straining beautifully against their pants. My smile up at them is small and coy as I rise to my knees, crawling their way. I brace a hand on Zach’s chest and dig in my nails, but lean and collide with Jax’s mouth, tasting my essence. I swallow his feral rumble and pull back, enjoying my taunting, way beyond just polite reciprocation.

“Who gets stripped first?” I try for husky seductress, almost choking on its unfamiliarity. They just look at each other blankly, and I smother the laugh dying to burst out of me.

Zach, my gentleman, squashes the miniscule frown that fleets across his face and takes one step back. “Jax. He met you first.”

I’d choose him on chivalry alone—I’m all about rewarding good behavior—but Jax’s skillful lavishing with his mouth certainly qualifies as a good behavior as well.

My trembling hands slowly push Jax’s shirt up, baring his rippled abdomen, and he pulls his arms out for me. A lust-filled gasp bursts from me when I take in all that I’ve exposed. A chiseled torso, etched in masculine precision and covered in breathtaking ink. I wish for time to trace every inch of him with the tip of my tongue, but his accelerated, heaving breathing and Zach’s fidgeting caught in my peripheral tell me my men are nearing their breaking points.

So I compromise, kissing his chest as I fumble with his pants. Forced to part with the taste of his skin—virile man and sweet sweat—I draw his jeans down his broad thighs and he again helps with the rest. Left now in only black boxer briefs—the shorter cut, mouthwateringly tight kind—the purple, blood-filled head of his dick peeks out from the top of the waistband. I make an unnamable noise, half randy fascination, half frightened disbelief.

Jax curls his lips in gloating satisfaction and grabs my hands, crushing them over his bulge. “The good news is, you came so much on my face, you’re ready. The bad news,” he nods toward Zach, “is he’s still a big ole’ boy. Hell, I’m worried for ya.”

“Don’t be.” I smirk, puffing out my chest and yanking off his underwear in one swoop. “I want to feel tonight for a long time to come.”

“Ah, fuck me,” Jax growls and dives for me, but I stop him with a firm hand on his chest.

“Wait your turn,” I say directly to his cock, unable to immediately divert my eyes. I’m no virgin, claimed repeatedly by one man, the very destiny I’m rebelling against tonight, and he’s well endowed…but Jax is slightly thicker and immensely longer than him. And clean shaven, much to my preference. Hairy isn’t manly, despite his insistence, just bothersome and archaic.

I turn to Zach and catch a glimmer in his peridot eyes—an unspoken understanding of sorts—as though he senses my looming inevitability and the discord I’m trying to keep hidden tonight. He smiles warmly and jerks his chin up, beckoning me to crawl his way, which I do.

My hands move to his shirt where he halts me, instead running his own up my body to cup both my cheeks, leaning forward to kiss me adoringly, each stroke of his tongue under, over, and around mine implanting a memory I think he knows I’ll cherish.

For a moment, the air of eroticism dissipates and I’m swaddled in futile musings of being cherished, coveted, and truly loved. But Jax rescues me, the bed dipping as he climbs up behind me and runs his fingers through my drenched pussy.

Sounds of him slathering his hardness with my wetness break the fairytale-like spell, followed by his filthy mouth that I’ve already come to crave.

“Get him naked, Gorgeous. You’re killin’ me,” he grumbles at my ear, and for the first time, covers my neck, shoulders, and back in steamy kisses. His cock slides between my ass cheeks as he squeezes them tightly together and lets go one long, continuous moan. It sets my core to throbbing and I’m back on task, undressing Zach with new vigor.

“Off, now,” I huff, tugging at the hem of his shirt, and he’s quick to assist me.

Oh my.

Zach with clothes on is big. Zach bare chested is intimidating as hell. His muscles and lines of definition are equally as attractive as Jax’s, there’s just so much more of them. And where Jax is sleek and bare, Zach has a light dusting of chest hair and a blond happy to be alive trail that makes your eyes cross. The left one follows the trail down to what, I can only imagine; the right veering off to worship the most pronounced “V” ever cut into a man.

Torturous hurtle conquered, I aim for his pants—which are the black athletic kind—and he pushes them down and off, along with his shoes and socks, for me.

“Are you single?” I blurt out, instantly slapping a hand over my mouth, realizing only now I’m wondering the same of Jax, still garnering my backside with wonderment.

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “why?”

“You’re just both so…so…” I shake my head and search for a way out of my thoughtless blunder, unfair to ask as I wouldn’t answer the same.

“So what?” Jax breathes on my neck, giving my ass a squeeze and standing my hairs on prickled end.

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