Page 73 of Cross the Line
“Mmhmm…”
“Good girl…” Eli holds me still, his teeth biting at my lips. “Tell me what JJ’s doing. How it feels…”
All the words fry when Jayden presses the tip of his finger inside. The burn sparks all the way to my pussy, clenching me tighter around Elijah’s cock.
“Tell me, Fin,” he demands, the tremor in his voice saying he needs it.
“It’s… He’s…” I stutter, suddenly hyperaware of what he wants to know.
“Where am I touching you, Baby?” Jayden asks breathlessly.
His erection is heavy on the top of my thigh while his hand cups the flat of my pussy. His fingertips tease my clit at the same time he pushes deeper into my hole, and I close my eyes at the overwhelming sensation—the fullness, that forbidden bite twisting my insides into a fever pitch.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry into Elijah’s gaping mouth. “He’s… God… his finger is… is pressing inside me.”
“Where, Finley?” Jayden demands, edging out with a teasing twist before he thrusts deeper.
“My… my hole…” They reward me with simultaneous kisses to my lips and my temple.
“Good girl,” Jayden praises, rubbing my clit in firm circles while he strokes in and out of my ass. “Now tell our man how it feels.”
“Oh my God, JJ…” I push back into his hand, rocking my pussy over Elijah’s cock, while his hands grip the globes of my ass and spread them for Jayden. With my face buried in the crook of Elijah’s neck, I suck a sharp breath. “Eli… it’s… fuck, it’s so damn good. So full.”
“That’s it, Lucky, fuck yourself on his cock. Give that greedy cunt what it craves,” Jayden mutters, taking my hand and guiding it to his erection, setting the relentless pace of my strokes before he grips Elijah’s side. “Fill her up, Sweetheart. Our girl wants you to make a mess of her.”
A guttural rumble vibrates through Eli when Jayden curls his finger in my ass, stroking the length of Elijah’s shaft. In and out. In and out.
It’s maddening.
It’s dirty.
It’s incredible.
A guttural rumble vibrates through Elijah. “Angel… Fin… so tight… so perfect… don’t stop.”
“So close,” I choke into his neck, licking the sweat misting his skin as he takes control and slams me down onto him again and again, desperate curses rolling off his tongue while Jayden fingers my hole faster and harder.
It’s the most beautiful prayer I’ve ever heard, and it’s carrying me higher. Heat spreads in my belly. Shivers roll deeper. The tension threatens to snap around my bones.
“Don’t stop,” I beg as Elijah groans into my hair. “So tight, Angel… I can feel you all the way to the marrow of my bones. So fucking perfect.”
I tighten my hand around Jayden’s cock, swirling my thumb over hisleaking tip. His pre-cum is sticky and warm, and I can smell it as it beads on my thigh—masculine and potent.
And I’m there. Right at the crest.
“Come, sweet girl,” Elijah grits out, his cock swelling as Jayden strokes the length of his shaft again and leans over us. My head falls back onto his shoulder, and my eyes snap open just as his mouth takes Elijah’s.
The sight of them is more than I can bear, and I come—so hard my body short-circuits with a top-to-toe spasm. My orgasm combusts, rampaging through me to my extremities, from the marrow of my bones through to the layers of my skin.
I writhe and buck and moan, begging for more, even though I can’t take it. I couldn’t survive it. And yet, I do—every spurt of Elijah’s seed scalding my insides, every rope of Jayden’s pleasure scorching my skin, every kiss they cover me with, punctuating their reverent praise.
I’m theirs from the inside out and the outside in.
I’m their angel and baby through and through.
I am theirs, as they are mine.
Irrevocably. Eternally. Emphatically.
