Page 49 of Jezebel's Liberation

She grins as she twists a little more, reaching her other hand toward the backseat. “You did.”

I have no idea what she’s doing to Phantom, especially since there’s no way she can reach too much of him, but if it’s anything like the magic she’s working with her hand on me, we’re both fucked.

She shifts her hand to the snap of my jeans and deftly flicks it open before tugging down my zipper.

When her small hand slips beneath my boxer briefs and wraps around my cock, I hiss.

“Jesus, what’re you doing to him?” Phantom asks, his tone breathy.

“Taking what’s mine,” she purrs.

“Fuck,” I moan when she rubs her thumb in the precum leaking from my tip. “Now who’s the jealous one?”

The sound of a zipper opening fills the car, and I know Phantom is taking out his own dick.

“Suck,” he demands when one of his hands shoot toward her mouth.

Jez wraps her lips around his fingers, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to wreck the car at the thought of that mouth around my shaft.

“Goddamn,” he growls.

We’re only ten minutes from her house, but I’m not sure I’ll make it that far.

“Jez, I’m gonna need you to take your hand off my cock, babe,” I say.

“Why?” she pouts, squeezing me.

“Because I wanna make it to your place alive, and I’d really prefer to come in your pussy and not my pants like a randy teenager.”

“Better do as he says,” Phantom orders, removing his fingers from her mouth. “If you do, we’ll be sure to reward you.”

Fuck yes, we will.

Jez glances at him. “And what about you? If I stop, you have to.”

I look in the rearview mirror to see Phantom lift both hands. Poor bastard likely has the same blue balls as me, but not for long.

Our woman huffs out a frustrated breath and faces forward as she crosses her arms over her chest. “You guys suck.”

“Oh, we will be,” I tease.

“Both of us,” Phantom agrees, lust in his tone.

Nerves prickle along my skin as Jez leads us upstairs to her room. I’m more than ready to have her, but adding Phantom into the mix is not something I ever thought I’d be able to do. Not because I don’t want him, but because I’m so fucked up in the head that I’m… scared.

Fucking hell.

“It’ll be okay,” Phantom whispers from behind me as if he can read my thoughts. “I’ll take good care of you.”

My already hard cock twitches. “That’s what I’m afraid of,” I admit.

Jez stops on the last step and turns to face us. “If this is going to work, we have to communicate…allof us. Not just the two of you.” Her gaze settles on mine as she flattens her hand on my chest. “Demon, this is a safe space. No judgement, only pleasure.” Moving to the step I’m on, she shifts her hand from me to Phantom’s chest. “And Phantom, I’m trusting you to take care of me, too.”

Without another word, she spins around and rushes to her bedroom. Phantom and I exchange a glance, and when his nostrils flare, my heart skips a beat.

“Better not keep her waiting,” he says, brushing past me and grabbing my hand to tug me along with him.

His touch is electrifying, and I force myself to give in to the sensation. A growl barrels up the back of my throat, and before I can think twice, I yank Phantom to a stop and spin him around.

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