Page 26 of Puck Your Neighbor

I mimic his touch on her other side as Jenson moves closer to kiss her again. Together, Maverick and I tug her shorts off. She lifts her hips, surprising me with the absence of underwear beneath them. Her scent, musky and floral, and the sheen of slick on her thighs make me groan.

“May I taste you?” I glance toward her face as Jenson pulls back, giving her space to answer.

She nods.

Jenson shifts lower along her side, his hand skimming over her waist and down to her hip. He adjusts her legs, coaxing them apart, his touch grounding and firm. Her breath hitches, her chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm.

I settle between her legs, the heat of her skin warming my palms as I press them to her thighs. Slowly, I spread them wider, positioning myself where I need to be. Her eyes lock on mine, and even without words, I see everything: trust, anticipation, vulnerability.

I lean down, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee. Her scent makes my head spin, like a drug I could easily get addicted to. I work my way higher, kissing the soft skin of her inner thigh. Her legs tremble under my touch.

Jenson brushes his lips along her temple, his voice low. “Relax. We’ve got you.”

Maverick moves closer, his fingers drawing patterns along her arm as he watches her. “Breathe, Anya. Let us take care of you.”

I nudge her thighs further apart, my lips trailing closer to her folds. Glancing up, I catch the way her lips part on a silent gasp, her body arching slightly off the bed.

Her name leaves my lips, steady but soft. “Anya.”

Her hips shift in response, a silent plea, and I give her what she needs. My tongue glides over her, tasting her for the first time. The moment is electric, her taste igniting something deep inside me. Her body jolts, her thighs tense against my palms, but I hold her steady.

I start slow, savoring every second. Each flick of my tongue draws a silent gasp, her hands twisting in the sheets. When I circle her clit, her hips buck.

Jenson presses his forehead to hers, their fingers intertwining. “Let go, Princess. You can make noise if you want. You’re safe.”

She shakes her head, but her hips keep moving against my mouth.

Maverick strokes her hair back, his lips brushing the curve of her shoulder. “You’re stunning like this.”

I hum against her, the vibration pulling a shudder from her body. Her breathing grows uneven, her hips moving with me, chasing the edge. I take her higher, switching between firm strokes and gentle flicks, until her body tightens and her thighs quake against my shoulders.

When I suck her clit between my lips, her climax crashes over her. Her body bows off the bed, her hands clutching the sheets as wave after wave rolls through her. A hoarse, small moan slips from her throat, and she covers her mouth with her hand. I hold her steady, guiding her through the aftershocks, my mouth staying on her until her trembling fades and she sinks back into the mattress, spent.

I press a final kiss to her inner thigh before leaning back to watch her. She looks radiant, flushed, her chest heaving, her eyes hazy as they meet mine.

Jenson kisses her fingers, his voice soft. “Good girl.”

Maverick strokes his knuckles along her cheek. “You’re perfect.”

I rest my cheek against her thigh, my hands still holding her as I let her catch her breath.

She lifts her hands to sign. “I want you all, but only one now. Please don’t make me choose.”

Maverick shifts beside me, his hand brushing her knee. His voice is steady, though I can see the storm in his eyes.

“Jenson, you go first.”

Jenson freezes, his gaze darting to hers. When she nods, her eyes soft but full of need, he exhales slowly and moves forward. We switch places, stripping off our sweats. Soon, he’s kneeling between her thighs, his dick lined up at her entrance, the slight bulge of his knot at the base.

I fist my own, needing relief. She reaches out, placing her hand over mine, then does the same to Maverick. Her fingers wrap around us, focusing on our knots. I grunt, gripping the edge of control. It’s almost too much. I’m not a virgin, but with her, it feels like I might as well be.

Jenson leans over her, one hand braced beside her head as he presses forward. She gasps softly, her hands clutching the blanket beneath her. I can’t look away, the sight of her taking him making my pulse thunder in my ears.

I lower my head to her breast, wrapping my lips around her nipple and flicking my tongue against it. She arches into me, her fingers tightening around my knot while Maverick does the same on her other side.

Jenson stills inside her, letting her adjust to him. He groans. "You’re perfect. You fit me like a glove, Princess." His movements start slow, a gentle rhythm that makes her cry out softly, and I find myself wishing she wouldn’t hold back.

I trail my fingers down her side, feeling the shivers rippling through her with each of Jenson’s thrusts. My mouth moves from her breast to the soft curve just beneath, my tongue teasing her skin as her body tightens and quivers beneath us.

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