Page 85 of Decked, Wrecked and Pucked
“Watch,” he murmurs, nodding toward the two of them just as Roman stands and grabs a present from under the tree.
“Jasper,” Roman calls, tossing the box across the room. Jasper catches it easily, grinning at him. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
Jasper rips open the box, and inside sits the biggest bottle of lube I think I’ve ever seen. I can’t help it—I snort, clapping a hand over my mouth as Zeke chuckles behind me.
“You better not be fucking with me, Captain. This had better mean that you’re giving me that ass.”
“It’s all yours, baby.” Jasper launches himself at Roman, slamming into him with a kiss so intense it borders on violent.
“Fuck breakfast,” Jasper growls against Roman’s mouth.
Roman grabs him by the jaw, forcing Jasper to look at him. “Tell me what you want. Say it again. Let me hear how bad you need it.”
“I want to fuck you so deep they’ll hear the way you beg for me from the next state,” Jasper murmurs, already sliding his hand inside Roman’s underwear. “God, I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”
Roman catches Jasper by the waist and guides him backward toward the bedroom, their kisses so messy it’s a miracle they don’t take down the Christmas tree.
“Ready to watch them get everything they want?” Zeke murmurs, his hand sliding into mine.
“Absolutely,” I whisper, letting him pull me to my feet.
By the time we reach the bedroom, clothes are already scattered across the floor. Jasper’s straddling Roman, hips grinding down, kissing him like nothing else in the world matters.
“Look at them, baby.” Zeke’s hand slips into my underwear, and he presses his mouth to my neck as his skilled fingers find my clit. “I love how much watching them like this turns you on.”
“I’ve come so many times just thinking about the way you touch each other.”
I reach behind, tugging his cock free from his boxer briefs, andwrap my hand around him, pumping slowly as he buries his face in my shoulder.
“Get your asses over here,” Roman demands.
Zeke yanks my T-shirt over my head and tosses it aside before pulling me down onto the bed with him. His mouth is everywhere—licking down Roman’s chest, biting, sucking, dragging his tongue lower until Roman’s practically trembling beneath him. Meanwhile, Jasper’s lips are wrapped around my nipple.
He’s obsessed—ever since Roman told him how crazy nipple play makes me, it’s all he wants. I thread my fingers through his hair, keeping him pressed right where I want him, my breath coming faster as he sucks. Then Roman’s hand slips down between my thighs, and I gasp as he pushes my red lace panties aside and sinks a finger into me.
“Holy shit… fuck, I’m gonna come if you two don’t stop.” My eyes flutter shut as Zeke drags his mouth up to my neck, his tongue hot against my skin.
“Be our good girl and scream for us. Give us what we want before Roman gets fucked.”
Jasper’s still latched onto me, sucking like he’s trying to drink my orgasm straight from my skin while Roman’s finger crooks just right, and I shatter into a thousand pieces, crying out as my orgasm rips through me. Roman keeps fucking me with his fingers, Zeke licks a path up my neck, and Jasper growls against my breast, sucking harder as I break.
“Okay, as good as that felt, that was fast.” Roman pulls me in and crushes his mouth to mine in a kiss that tells me exactly all I need to know:we’re not done, not even close.
His hand slides along Jasper’s thigh, fingers climbing higher. “You gonna get my ass ready, or what?”
The way Roman’s ready to give himself over makes my whole body light up.
“Zeke asked for the first taste,” Jasper’s voice drops lower. “Now spread those legs for me, Addie, and let me get my fill of that tight little cunt.”
I drop down beside Roman, propped up on my elbows because I need to see everything, and Jasper settles between my thighs, spreading me open with his thumbs.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he mutters, then slowly drags his tongue up my slit.
My head tips back on instinct as pleasure burns through me, but Roman’s low grunt pulls my attention. Zeke’s got his face buried between his thighs, hands gripping hard at his hips to keep him open while Roman strokes himself, eyes half-shut and his lips parted.
“Fuck, Zeke… your tongue.”
Jasper pauses, glances over at Zeke, and lets out a quiet “Fuck”before wrapping his lips around my clit. I clutch Jasper’s hair, holding him close as he eats me like he’s ravenous, and my body turns to liquid. Roman turns his face toward me, hair plastered to his forehead, and I find his mouth, kissing him deep and messy while we both fall apart under our boys’ hands and tongues.
