Page 30 of Hold Your Breath

Zac’s words draw up the memory of her all tied up with her blindfold on and I can’t wait until she does that for us.

Micah leans over me and wraps his hand around my throat, then closes the remaining distance to press his lips to mine.

I moan into his mouth as he curls his hips and rubs his still-covered cock teasingly along my aching erection.

“Fuck, you’re so hard for me,” Micah growls against my lips.

“I’m always hard for you,” I pant out.

Micah pulls back and hooks my legs over his shoulders, pulling his cock from his sweats. He runs the thick head over my ass—lube would be great, and he must have the same thought.

“Zac, get over here and spit on my cock.”

Zac appears and leans between us, fulfilling Micah’s demand. I hear Willow moan and turn to see her circling her clit.

Zac must know what I’m thinking because right as Micah thrusts inside me, Zac drops to his knees in front of Willow and licks her pussy.

“Fuck, I think I have died and gone to heaven,” I mumble as Micah thrusts hard inside me. He bends mylegs as far as they can go, so my knees almost touch the mattress.

Micah fucks me into the bed, and Willow’s accompanying moans and whimpers have me ready to blow my load all over my stomach.

“I’m going to come,” I huff out, and Zac appears out of nowhere.

Micah shifts back a bit, loosening his hold on my legs, and Zac leans down, smashing his lips to mine. The taste of Willow on his tongue and his hand wrapping around my cock combines with the ecstasy of Micah’s thrusts. My entire world explodes, and I come harder than I ever have before. It doesn’t stop as I dig my fingers into the sheets, shouting out a jumble of curses.

When I finally come down from my high, Zac lies down beside me and runs his finger through my cum.

“Can . . . can I join in?” Willow whispers.

“You never have to ask,” I reply, and her smile lights up the room.

She nervously gets up and moves to sit on the edge of the bed beside me. She joins Zac in playing with my cum, and when she leans down to lick my stomach, my eyes roll back in my head. Where has this woman been my entire life?

Micah disappears, and I hear the shower start. He will kick himself when he finds out what he is missing. Zacstands and moves around the bed, always the quiet achiever.

“Hope off for a minute,” he asks Willow, and she moves off the bed.

I’m instantly disappointed she isn’t touching me anymore.

He lies down beside me after shucking off his pants—his cock looks like it might explode—and holds out his hand for Willow, pulling her toward the bed.

“Climb on,” he says. “I need your pussy on me. I want these assholes to be jealous that I will be the one going to bed smelling like you.”

She chuckles and straddles him. Willow’s hand finds his cock, guiding him to where she wants him before sinking down. Her eyes momentarily close as she takes his length. I want to see that face every day, the one where she is focused on how she feels and, from the looks of it, she is feeling fantastic. Zac grips her hips and rocks her, but she takes over, grinding her pelvis into him. And fuck if I want to be left out. I maneuver my body until my head is so close to their good bits I can smell them both, and my mouth waters. Zac lifts Willow, and I know it’s for my benefit, so I move my head and lick his shaft, which is covered in her juices, before flicking my tongue over her clit.

Getting my fill of them, I move back and watch them fuck. Micah steps out of the en suite and musthave the same idea, hurrying over to the chair where Willow was sitting, and we both watch until she screams Zac’s name. A slight pang of jealousy hits me—I need her to scream my name, but I remind myself we have time. Just wait until the morning, when I’ll make sure she wakes with my head between her legs.

Chapter Thirteen

Zac

I wake to the sounds of Willow’s moans. As I roll onto my side, Micah’s hands grab my waist firmly and pull me into his erection. Opening my eyes, I see Willow has her eyes closed, arm thrown over her face, and her mouth is in the shape of an O. I can’t help my smirk. I know Jace is beneath the covers giving her a real Jace wake up for the second morning in a row. He likes to use his mouth to get people’s attention and oral is no exception.

“Oh shit, I’m going to come,” she whispers, and her bodyshudders.

“Now that is how we should wake up every day,” Micah mumbles.

Jace pops his head up from beneath the covers. “There is nothing like the smell of pussy in the morning.”

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