Page 8 of One Naughty Night

Chapter 4

I scoot up the bed on my back and prop up on my elbows. I want to watch Jax, who wastes no time slithering on his stomach to join me, flashing me an indecent grin of promise before delving in between my spread legs.

“Ah,” I groan, fisting his dark locks and hauling him further, harder, faster against my throbbing center, bucking my hips upward. “Yes, like that. God, eat it, Jax.”

“Greedy girl.” He chuckles, the sinful vibrations of his amusement tickling my sensitized flesh and hurtling my need to irrational. He raises slightly and grips the insides of my thighs, pushing my legs further apart. “You keep ’em open for me, wide open.” He doesn’t even glance up when he adds, “Zach, I believe she needs a distraction.”

Jax pins my legs down, hips to the mattress, and nudges his tongue between my inner lips, up one side and down the other, then teases my clit with that glorious piercing. My body strains to arch into him but he holds me down, grumbling his disapproval.

I pry my eyes away from the erotic sight and find Zach, holding out my hand, silently asking him to come to me. He does, bending down to ravish my mouth with deep, languid graces of his tongue while I sneak a hand down to wrap around his solid erection.

“Mmm,” he moans into my mouth and I speed up, jacking the length of him with a clasped eager grip. “Suck it for me,” he husks against my lips and I crane my head up as he comes to one knee on the bed, rubbing the head of his dick across my lips.

Everything goes hazy. Jax doing unimaginable things to my pussy with his tongue and fingers, and now the heady aroma of Zach’s scent fills my senses as I take the broad weight of him into my mouth.

Mind clearing just long enough for one random thought, I bite back my snicker. Poor Zach. I’m positive he’s never experienced the pleasure of being deep-throated—no possible way—but I’m determined to give it my best shot. I lick the length of him, toying roughly with his heavy sac, getting his dick as slippery as possible, then plunge once, fast and deep, quelling my gag as he crashes against the back of my throat.

“Fucckkk,” he roars, pulsing wildly in my mouth as he begins a smooth glide in and out, rocking his hips in a slow, indolent rhythm. “So good, Stormy, sweet girl.” He strokes my hair, an endless babble of praise tumbling out in breathy sighs. The corners of my mouth ache, stretched far enough to crack, but his sounds of never-before-had enjoyment please me as much as I seem to be pleasing him.

The naughty sounds of slurping and grunting spur Jax on and he doubles his efforts with urgency, finger fucking me and sucking my clit fast and hard. “Give it to me, sugar,” Jax pants out his demand. “Now. I gotta get my dick in some part of you soon. Come, Stormy, come hard for me before I lose it.”

I moan around Zach’s dick, working my hand over what won’t fit, and Jax dives back in recklessly, his mouth and fingers everywhere. Oblivious, delirious, I don’t know what part does what, but within seconds I’m forced to release Zach so I can scream out my explosive orgasm.

He’s so damn good at that. Minecraft Mouth, I swear it.

My head rests against Zach’s abs, eyes shut, breathing rapid as I fall back to earth. Then, without another wasted second, I take Zach in once again, determined to make him come down my throat.

I feel the weight of Jax pressed behind me and regrettably, release Zach to glance back, seeing that Jax is about to come unhinged, nostrils flared, eyes ablaze and his strained words gritty and feral.

“Dude, you want a taste, get it now and I’ll swap ya. If not, I’m ‘bout to pound the shit out of this sweet pussy. Decide.”

Jax’s vulgarity turns me on surprisingly more and I quickly latch back on to Zach’s cock, clenching my lips harder around him, wanting desperately to take his control from him, reaching around to his rock-hard ass and dragging him closer. But he fights me, pulling back and choking out, “Your night, sweetness, what do you want?”

Without words, I answer, rising to all fours to suck Zach with new vigor and shaking my popped ass for Jax.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” Jax hisses, ripping open a condom audibly. He’s not gentle, but I’m drenched, so when he shoves into me roughly from behind, I clamp down on the primal sensation. It also propels me forward onto Zach, who’s groaning, pleased, and the three of us naturally find a savage but decadent rhythm of sweet harmony.

Zach’s sounds are erotic, his praise and loving-like touches the perfect lover for that side of me. And Jax’s mouth plays side B flawlessly, his nasty, filthy talk spurring me to completely lose myself in exactly what this is—one night of dirty, impulse fucking between three strangers.

“She,” Jax thrusts forward, hands splayed over my ass, “sucking like a good girl? Cause you have no idea,” thrust, “the hot, tight shit you’re missing, man,” Jax struggles out in staccato grunts, in between impaling me to my depths.

“She sucks me just right,” Zach murmurs, running a hand through my hair. “Just right.”

Jax wants to play cocky, we’ll play. I clench and release quickly and repeatedly around him, smiling despite the huge dick in my mouth when Jax growls and slaps my ass.

“Again,” he barks and I obey, clamping my inner muscles even harder, but slower to release them. His hands skim to my hips for better leverage, fingers digging in harshly while he powers into me at relentless speed, damn near sneering, “Don’t you fucking stop doing that. More. I’m gonna come so hard, you hot nasty bitch.”

Tighten, loosen, over and over. I bounce my ass rapidly and take it from him, his howl ricocheting off the walls as he jerks inside me, still thrusting, though not as rhythmically now, coming as hard as he promised.

Zach’s “damn,” is throaty and drawn out as he erupts down my throat; hot, salty, and perfect. I slide my mouth off him slowly, extra clamped suction at the tip to ensure I get every last drop as Jax collapses to his back on the bed, flinging an arm across his face.

“Goddamn, woman. You’re one helluva fuck, and I’ve had quite a few.”

Zach just shakes his head and I snicker, preening like the proud vixen I feel.

“And how’d you learn to do that magic muscle thing? Chicks try, but that?” Jax lifts his arm just enough to peek at me with one eye, dying to hear my answer.

“I’ll never tell,” I coo sassily with a clever smirk and get up, grabbing a bottled water from the mini fridge. “Either of you want one?” I ask after chugging half the bottle.

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