Page 104 of Cross the Line
He nestles in deeper, palming my exposed ass, kneading the flesh roughly. It’s heaven—the mix of warmth and coarseness in the affection instantly takes me to that place where my whole body is burning with desire.
The flutter in my stomach climbs to my throat as Jayden licks into Elijah’s mouth. My own mouth waters for them.
Elijah’s fingers curl into my side—an electric spear to the bone. Without thinking, I lean and lick over their meshed lips.
Mmm…There’s never been anything better. Sweeter. Hotter. More frantic than the sudden hunger biting at my insides.
I want them.
I need them.
Before I express it, they peel apart with matching wicked grins. Neither of them says a word as Elijah sets me on the counter I wiped down minutes ago. He looks at Jayden—Jayden looks at him… And good Lord, the anticipation is killing me with every second of their silent exchange.
I hate it.
I love it.
It’s torture.
Plucking a strawberry from the punnet beside me, Elijah asks Jayden, “Hungry, Sunshine?”
“Fucking famished.” Jayden licks his lips, leaning all the way intoElijah as he takes a bite of the strawberry and licks the juice as it drips off our man’s lips.
I want to be that juice… that strawberry… their lips and fingers… the freaking air between them.
Elijah feeds him the rest, spreading juice over JJ’s mouth with his thumb before gripping his nape and kissing him again, licking and humming with the same hunger knotting my belly.
He breaks away with a wet pop. “Thirsty?”
“Parched,” Jayden says, eyeing the orange juice.
I expect him to drink from the jug. Instead, Elijah turns to me, brushing the cold, sweating glass over the swell of my breasts. He inches it over one nipple while Jayden spreads my thighs and lifts the hem of my T-shirt, exposing my white lace underwear.
“Oh fuck,” I yelp with a shiver as ice-cold juice rivulets down my cleavage, over my stomach, pooling between my legs—straight into Jayden’s mouth. He laps the drops from the granite and then my soaked panties. My hands brace wide as the cold liquid and Jayden’s hot mouth scramble my senses.
I’m shaking, lungs tight, heart pounding, while his tongue works me in relentless strokes. The hot flat of it presses to my covered slit as Elijah keeps pouring. When only ice remains, he sets the jug down and plucks one of the wands. A wicked glimmer spreads over his face, pulling his mouth into a crooked grin when he sucks on the thick stick.
I don’t know which way I’m being pulled. There is so much of everything right now that I’m in a state of endless apprehension and shock with every move he makes and every lash of Jayden’s tongue. When his cold mouth lowers to mine, I grip his face with both hands.
There’s no kiss, no bite, no lick as he hovers his gaping lips over mine. He exhales ice into me while tracing the wand down to my breasts.
“Oh shoot… shoot…” I claw his scalp as he rubs the ice over my aching nipples.
“Feel good, Angel?” he teases.
“Please, Eli, please… I can’t… It’s…” He licks into my mouth, swallowing my pleas.
For a second, the fire in my blood evens out. Then Jayden drags his mouth down one thigh, rakes his hands to my ankles, nips up the other thigh, and lifts my feet to his shoulders, opening me, while Elijah strips my T-shirt.
I don’t know whether I’m coming or going. I only know Ineed. To be touched, fucked, owned. To belong in every sense of the word.
Elijah grips my jaw, angling my face down as Jayden kisses my ankles. My toes curl on his shoulders at the sandpaper prickle of his jaw.
“Watch,” Elijah says as Jayden grips my lace underwear and tears it off with a rough twist.
I do as Elijah ordered. Keeping my eyes on Jayden when he fishes the second ice wand from the jug. My heart hammers as he trails it over my thigh, across my hips, back down the other side, tracing the V to the apex of my thighs.
“Fuck,” I sputter when the tip teases the top of my slit, just shy of my clit.
