Page 107 of The All-Inclusive

And I’ll also be able to see Trent’s face. To look in his eyes as I slowly sink into his body.

Grabbing the lube off the nightstand, I use it to stroke my own cock. Sara’s cheeks flush as she watches my hand, following each pump of my fist.

“I love seeing you do that.” A shock of dark hair falls over her eye as her gaze dips down farther to watch what my free hand is doing to Trent.

One lube-slick finger dips into him, making him moan with desire. I do it again, testing his tolerance. Making sure we’re on the same page.

“God, that’s good.” His voice is a growl as he grips Sara’s hips, but he’s looking at me as he says it. “Keep going.”

Sara’s eyes flash with a need of her own as she moves overhim. “Oh, fuck.” Tipping her pelvis, she takes him in deeper. “That’s so sexy.”

“So are you.” I wish I could squeeze her, but my hands are all used up right now. Still stroking myself with one hand, I take my time letting Trent get used to me. He’s so goddamn tight and I love how he gasps as I breach that snug entrance.

“Fuck.” He holds on to Sara, watching me tease his backdoor. With his hips on the bolster, he still has some measure of control. He guides her to fuck him harder, thrusting into her body as I sink into his.

Meeting his eyes over Sara’s smooth shoulder, I check in again. His gold eyes look calm and assured, which is just what I’m hoping to see. “You good?”

“So fucking good.” He’s clenching his jaw, but my careful touch coaxes him to relax. “God, it’s insane.”

“Good insane?”

“Yeah.” He moans as I thrust in and out of him. “Reallyfucking good.”

I was hoping he’d love it. I know I love touching him here, where nobody else has touched Trent James before. I love being his first in all the best ways. We each got our own firsts with Sara—me as the first man to taste that sweet pussy, and him going first with his cock inside her.

All three of us get to be part of this first. As Sara rocks over him, I know she’s sensing it, too. This connection between us, unfurling like a bright, silk ribbon.

She also must sense I could use more hands. “Let me stroke you.” Grabbing the lube off the nightstand, she slicks her own palm as she smiles. “Tell me if I’m doing it right.”

Gripping my dick in her hot little fist, she takes over stroking me. The look in her eyes, the bounce of her tits, has me aching to come in ten seconds.

“Oh, fuck.” God, she’s gotten good at that. She mimics the wayI just touched myself, stroking and squeezing and gliding her thumb over the head. “You’re fucking incredible.”

She gasps as Trent drives up into her again. “So much”—she pants—“going on”—another sharp gasp—“at once.”

“No kidding.” Peering beyond her, I scan Trent. “In just a second, I’m going to replace my finger with my cock.”

One edge of his mouth quirks. “That’ll make it tough to pick your nose.”

“Fucking smartass Frogman.” God, I love his sense of humor. His choice not to take things too seriously now. We’re here to have fun, and I’m glad we’re all able to do it. That what’s unfolding between us isn’t all romance and drama. It’s laughter and lighthearted delight.

It’s the way Trent’s eerie gold eyes follow Sara’s small hand as she caresses my cock. He knows where that’s going, and he doesn’t look nervous. Just ready and eager as his gaze lifts to mine.

“Do it,” he urges. “I want you inside me.”

“Oh, God.” Sara cries out. I’m not sure if it’s our words or the way Trent just fluttered her clit with his fingers.

With his hips tilted up, he’s at just the right angle for me. “Deep breath, Frogman.” Gripping my cock at the base, I position the head where I need it. Eyes locked with his, I slowly ease myself inside him.

Oh, fuck.

My God, that feels good. It’s all I can do to hold back and not come in two seconds. To move slowly, to wait for his first gasp of shock. I stay steady and still, letting his body adjust. Letting him know there’s no rush here. I want him to savor this moment, this strange new sensation, this connection between us.

He lets out a long, ragged breath. “Holy fuck.”

That’s my cue to keep going. It takes so goddamn much self-restraint to go slow. To ease in inch by painstakingly gradual inch. He clenches around me and I just about lose it.

“Jesus, Trent.”

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