Page 34 of Decked, Wrecked and Pucked
Jasper threads his fingers through mine and leads me to the chair. My heart hammers, my body already on edge as he turns and walks back toward them. He reaches Zeke first, grabbing the front of his throat and pulling him into a kiss so fierce I swear I feel it tear through me. His eyes flick to mine for a brief moment before he groans, wraps a hand around the back of Zeke’s head, and deepens the kiss.
Roman moves in behind Jasper, his hands sliding down Jasper’s boxer briefs to tug them past his thighs. Jasper kicks them away, baring himself without shame, his body taut and trembling under their hands. Roman’s mouth trails over Jasper’s neck, lips and teeth dragging across heated, flushed skin, and the sound that rips from Jasper’s throat is so erotic, so filthy, that I have to press my thighs together just to get the slightest bit of relief.
Roman reaches for something on the bed, the light catching the bottle in his hand—lube. He pours some into his palm, then slides his hand between Jasper’s cheeks. With Zeke pressed tight against his front and Roman at his back, Jasper lets out a broken, needy groan.
“Feel good, baby?” Zeke murmurs, wrapping his hand around Jasper’s beautifully thick cock.
“Jesus, don’t stop.” Jasper pants, grinding between them. “Keep touching me like that.”
One minute, I’m alcohol-drunk, and the next, I’m soakedbetween the thighs watching three men lose themselves in each other.
When I lift my gaze, I find all three pairs of eyes set on me. They’re waiting for me to realize this is too much and bolt, but they don’t know that I’ve never felt more alive.
Instead of running, I slide my hand beneath the hem of my shirt, fingers trembling slightly as they find my hardened nipple. When I drag my thumb across it, Zeke and Jasper’s lips curve into smiles before they turn their attention to Roman, whose stare is so hungry it feels like it’s already stripping me bare and marking me from across the room.
This is new territory for me.
I’m not shy, and I’ve never been afraid of my body or what I want. But I’ve never been this open or bold, not for anyone.
Only for them.
Because only with them do I feel like I can be anything, and I know they’ll still look at me like I’m just Addie.
“Get on the bed, facing her,” Roman commands, and Jasper moves to the bed, dropping his knees to the mattress. “Lie on your back in front of him, Zeke. I want him fucking you while I’m inside him.”
Control isn’t something Roman has. Control is who Roman is, so it’s no surprise that he’s the most dominant of the three.
I can see it in all of them, simmering just beneath the surface, but with Roman, it’s unmistakable.
He was always the one in control of my pleasure. No one has ever touched me the way he did. No one has ever made me feel like I was burning alive just to be put back together by something as simple as a kiss.
“Come on, baby,” Jasper growls, his voice dripping with hunger. “My cock’s so fucking desperate it’s about to start begging without me.”
“Wait…” Zeke says, walking toward me.
When he reaches me, he curls his hand around my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. Without a second thought, I grab his free hand and lower it between my thighs, pressing his fingers into the soaked lace of my panties.
I’m wet enough that he can feel it, and there’s no question of how badly I want this.
Zeke’s eyes go wide, and for a second, he just stands there, breathing hard and staring at me like he’s seeing me for the very first time. He bites down on his lip as I release his wrist, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he presses harder, dragging his fingers across the thin lace, brushing my clit with just enough pressure to make my eyes roll.
“Touch yourself,” Zeke rasps. “Let them see how much you want this.”
He leans in and grazes the corner of my mouth with his lips. It’s soft, almost sweet, if it weren’t for the way his fingers are still teasing me over my soaked panties. When he steps back, his fingers hook into the waistband of his briefs, and he shoves them down, baring every perfect inch of his cock like he was made to be watched.
Jasper smirks as Zeke falls back against the bed in front of him.
“Let me guess, our girl’s wet, isn’t she?” Zeke doesn’t answer out loud, but he must nod because the groan that rips from Jasper’s chest is so deep, it vibrates through the room and straight into my bones.
Roman reaches around Jasper, his hand wrapping firmly around Zeke’s cock, stroking him in slow, filthy pulls that make Zeke’s hips jerk off the bed. At the same time, Roman’s other hand slides lower, pushing between Jasper’s cheeks.
“Jesus, get inside me already. You’re killing me here.”
Jasper turns his face toward Roman. “Hear that, Rome? Zeke’s getting needy.”
“What about you? Are you ready for my dick?”
“What do you think, Captain?”
