Page 83 of Faking with Three

The taste of saltwater lingers on his lips, and I can feel him tense, then relax, sinking into it. There’s a low moan, maybe from me, maybe from him—either way, it fuels the rush surging through me.

I feel him harden against my thigh, the gentle waves rocking us together. My breath hitches when his fingers skim beneath the hem of my bra and peels it away.

I hear the faint snap of elastic, and then it floats off in the water, gone to the ocean’s depths. It happens so fast I barely register the extra sets of hands before they start roaming over my body. Jax is behind me, his strong arms wrapping around my waist, pressing me gently against his chest. Marcus is on my right, his touch exploring the curve of my hip, sliding up toward my ribcage.

The sudden influx of sensation sends a jolt of heat through me, making my knees feel weak even though I’m floating. Jax’s breath grazes the back of my neck, and I tilt my head to catch a glimpse of him, my heart thrumming in my chest.

Marcus leans closer, and I can hear the water ripple as he shifts position. His mouth finds the side of my throat, placing slow kisses there that make me arch my back. My fingers tangle in Ethan’s damp hair as he continues to kiss me, his lips moving from my mouth to the hollow of my neck, then lower, skating over my collarbone.

A small moan escapes me, lost in the hush of the waves. Jax’s palms glide across my stomach, hugging me tighter, while Marcus’s hand gently cups my breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak.

Ethan’s mouth has moved lower now, tasting the wet skin along the slope of my shoulder. I feel Jax claim my mouth in a hot, unyielding kiss, his tongue tangling with mine.

His body presses flush against my back, and I can feel every ridge of muscle as he dips his mouth to my neck. The sensationof his teeth grazing my skin shoots a jolt of pleasure down my spine.

“Oh… God,” I murmur, tilting my head back so I can melt into Jax’s mouth. That’s all it takes for him to latch on, trailing open-mouthed kisses from my shoulder up to my jaw, each one more urgent than the last.

Meanwhile, Marcus prowls in front of me like a tiger sizing up his prey. The low rumble of his voice makes my stomach twist with excitement. His gaze flicks down to my bare breasts bobbing just above the surface of the water, and a sinful half-smile curls his lips.

A moment later, he’s right there in front, hands brushing wet hair off my face. Slowly, he leans in, capturing my mouth in a kiss.

Jax’s kisses keep teasing along my neck while Ethan’s fingers flex against my hips. I can’t tell whose hand is whose anymore—someone palms my breast and rolls my nipple between their fingers. Another hand slips along my belly until it’s between my legs. My head lolls to the side as I gasp at the unexpected intensity.

I’m still catching my breath when strong arms suddenly lift me out of the water and, between the three of them, carry me back to shore.

They set me down carefully on the soft, warm sand—though I can feel tiny grains clinging to my wet skin, it’s the last thing on my mind right now. The three of them hover over, making my clit throb.

Marcus kneels between my legs first, the sand shifting under his weight. His hands slide along my thighs, palms warm against my damp skin. I shiver at the almost reverent way he cups my knees and parts them, making space for himself.

Then he leans down, pressing warm kisses high up on my inner thigh. Each brush of his mouth sends tingles racing over my skin.

Ethan settles to one side, tracing the curve of my waist with his fingertips. Jax moves in close on my other side, dipping his head to trail kisses along my shoulder and neck, his lips teasing the spot that makes me gasp. My back arches, pressing my breasts up toward him. He takes the invitation, circling his tongue over my sensitive nipple before sucking gently. A broken moan tumbles from my lips.

Meanwhile, Marcus’s kisses keep drifting higher. When he finally reaches the slick heat between my legs, my eyes flutter shut. He parts me with careful, deliberate pressure, then takes a long, slow taste that makes me cry out.

He zeroes in on my clit with firm strokes of his tongue, and my head tips back in abandon.

“Oh, God,” I breathe, my voice trembling.

I feel Ethan’s soft chuckle near my ear. His hand moves to cradle my cheek, guiding my head so he can kiss me, slow and deep. Jax’s kisses move to my collarbone, then down, until I feel his mouth on my other breast. They’re worshipping me in tandem—my lips, my skin, every trembling inch.

Marcus doubles down on the pressure between my legs, his tongue flicking my clit in slow, languid circles before switching to a more insistent rhythm. My stomach twists in knots of pure bliss, and I can’t help the ragged moan that tears from my throat.

My hands scramble for purchase, one tangling in Jax’s hair, the other clutching at Ethan’s bicep.

Marcus slips his hands beneath my hips to hold me in place, his mouth working me relentlessly. I tug at Jax’s hair, needing something to anchor me to this moment. He just groans, sucking harder on my nipple in response.

The tension in my belly coils tighter and tighter. I come with a sharp cry, the world tilting as I give in to wave after wave of staggering pleasure. My body bows off the sand, hands grabbing onto anything—anyone—to keep from floating away.

My pulse still pounds from the orgasm I just rode out, and the taste of salt lingers on my lips from the ocean breeze. The three of them—Ethan, Jax, and Marcus—stand there, wet skin glistening under the moonlight, their cocks hard and insistent as they watch me with hungry eyes. A bold spark ignites inside me, and I don’t hesitate.

I push myself up, knees pressing into the sand, not caring how the grains cling to my damp skin. My hair clings to my neck and shoulders, but I’m too charged with adrenaline to notice. Slowly, I curl my finger, beckoning them closer. They exchange quick glances, then move in, surrounding me on three sides.

First, I reach for Ethan. He draws closer, and my hand closes around his cock—hot and smooth in my grip. A low, throaty groan escapes him as I lean in and glide my tongue along his length. The briny taste of saltwater mixes with the heady rush of desire. My lips part, and I take him deeper, gagging slightly but using that sensation to spur me on.

A gasp rumbles through my chest when I feel Jax press against my side. I break off from Ethan just long enough to look up at Jax’s sculpted abs and chest, water still dripping down his torso. My free hand finds Jax’s cock next, stroking him firmly before I turn my mouth to him, sliding him between my parted lips. I moan around him, the sound raw and husky.

He curses under his breath, and I feel my own thrill ramp up. The fact that we’re out here on this open beach where we could be discovered at any moment—that dangerous edge makes my heart race.

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