Page 84 of Faking with Three

Marcus steps behind me, his fingers tracing lazy circles along my waist. I can sense his cock just inches from my lower back,rigid and heated. He leans forward, pressing a warm, possessive kiss to my shoulder. I take him in, licking the sensitive head, bobbing my head up and down as I take his thick girth.

I shift, turning slightly so I can take Ethan into my mouth again. My lips wrap around him, and I feel his hands move to my hair, guiding me gently. It’s not long before I’m gagging a little once more, tears stinging my eyes. Switching to Jax, I stroke him a few times before taking him deep. The sand beneath my knees digs in, but I hardly notice.

Soon, they’re all so close. Ethan’s cock slides against my cheek when I turn to draw Jax in again. Suddenly, Ethan lets out a sharp groan. He pulls away from my mouth, eyes glazed with lust. I barely register his hand, cradling my jaw before he tips my head back. Hot, pulsing release splashes across my cheek and chin. My gasp breaks the silence as warmth trickles onto my neck.

Marcus and Jax let go of the last shred of restraint. Jax braces one hand on my shoulder, his body tensing. My gaze flicks up in time to see his features twist with ecstasy. He groans my name as his own release hits me across my lips and chest, sticky heat running between my breasts. Marcus’s hand digs into my hip—he comes with a low, guttural sound, the splash of warmth dripping down my skin until I’m bathed in them.

I’m trembling, my breath ragged as I swipe a hand across my cheek, feeling their hot fluids on my fingertips. Their eyes, still dark with want, lock on mine.

Jax is the first to haul me off my knees. “C’mon,” he rasps, voice thick.

They guide me down onto the sand, heedless of the grains that cling to every inch of our bodies. Jax settles between my thighs first. There’s a second of searing eye contact before he pushes into me with a long, rolling thrust that steals my breath. I cry out, arching into him.

Marcus kneels behind me, his large hands supporting my shoulders while Jax rocks into me.

Jax’s pace intensifies, his cock gliding deep over and over, and my vision blurs with sensation.

When Jax finally draws back, Marcus takes his place, one arm winding under my thigh. He lifts my leg to change the angle, and his first thrust sends a bright flash of pleasure roaring through my body. I tug him closer, nails digging into his back, barely aware of my own keening cries.

Marcus comes inside me, and Ethan slides in next. I’m positioned on all fours this time, a groan escaping as he enters me. My hair falls forward, and I can feel Jax on one side, Marcus on the other, both of them running their hands over my body, encouraging me in low, filthy whispers.

With a sharp hitch of my breath, I crash into the next orgasm—my walls flutter around Ethan as stars burst behind my eyelids. But they don’t stop.

Time folds in on itself. We keep going, switching positions anytime they’re close. I lose count of my orgasms.

By the end, we’re sprawled together on the sand, limbs tangled, the night breeze cooling our sweat-dampened skin. My entire body is alight with satisfaction, my pulse still hammering in my ears. I try to catch my breath, but it’s impossible when my heart feels like it’s about to burst right out of my chest.

Ethan’s fingers brush over my cheek in a gentle caress, wiping away a streak of sand and sweat. Jax and Marcus each press a soft kiss to my shoulder, the three of them forming a cocoon around me.

I can’t hold back the exhausted, blissful laughter that bubbles up. “We’re… so… dirty,” I manage.

“And you know the weirdest part?” Jax says, sitting up. “I’m not even tired.”

“Neither am I,” Ethan says.

“I have some snacks in my bag,” I say. “Why don’t I bring that out? We can have them by the water.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Marcus says, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Come on, I’ll help you bring those out.”

CHAPTER 26

JAX

I can’t believehow quickly time has flown these past few days. After our film crew packed up and left, the four of us—Olivia, Ethan, Marcus, and I—just decided to stay. No big discussion needed; we all seemed to know we weren’t ready to return to everyday life. So we’ve been lazing around the beach house, sleeping in late, and letting the sun bake our skin during long afternoons by the water. When night rolls around, we wind up tangled in each other’s arms, fucking until we’re breathless, laughing ourselves silly in between because it still feels a little surreal.

This morning, though, I wake to an unexpected emptiness. The sheets next to me are cool, and there’s no sign of Olivia. Her scent lingers on the pillow, faintly sweet. With a soft groan, I sit up and rake a hand through my hair. Ethan and Marcus are still sprawled out on the other bed, totally oblivious. I tug on a pair of shorts, yank a t-shirt over my head, and decide to go look for her.

The sun’s barely risen; only the pale edge of dawn streaks the sky. I step onto the deck and immediately feel the salty breeze brush over me.

My bare feet pad along the sand. It’s damp and cool, the tide having receded some time in the early morning hours. Then I spot her.

Olivia sits at the water’s edge, legs drawn up, arms wrapped around her knees. Her hair spills over her shoulders in soft waves, the faint orange glow of sunrise catching in the strands.

I head over, deliberately scuffing my foot so she hears me approaching. She glances over her shoulder, a small smile ghosting across her lips, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Hey,” I say. “Couldn’t sleep?”

She shrugs, turning her gaze back to the pinkish line of the horizon. “I was sick, actually. Threw up a couple of times. Must’ve been that gin mixed with leftover grilled fish and jalapeño poppers. Terrible idea.”

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