Page 169 of Cross the Line
I love this.
The choking sensation of my lungs desperately trying to gulp down every particle of air tinged by them. Along with my body’s urge to fight every sliver of space between us.
“Eli… I need you—I need…God, please… Please, Love…” Each word is a wild cry, sinking Fin’s nails deeper into my skin.
The ache sizzles down my spine, and with the throb of my cock, JJ grinds his ass into me.
“Only good girls get to come, Fin.” I rasp with a trail of open-mouthed kisses along Jayden’s nape, notching my face next to hers on his shoulder. “Have you been a good girl, Angel?”
Jayden’s chesty chuckle vibrates between us as she lets out a long, tortured mewl.
“We got twenty, Babe,” he says, tipping his chin at the laser hologram countdown above us.
Fuck, time evaporated. I swear we walked in only a few minutes ago…
“Come on,” I say, giving his cock a firm squeeze before I pull away and grab their hands.
With the New Year quickly approaching, the dance floor is more packed than a tin of sardines. We push through the sweat-drenchedcrowd, towards the dark-jewel-tone-lit champagne rooms around the dance floor.
Each has a wall of glass that gives you a clear view of the intimate, plush interior. As soon as we make it through the glass door, Jayden turns the gold knob, locking it without Fin’s perception.
JJ and I planned this for her. When he told me about the ins and outs of this club, it all fell into place. Like a bigAha!lightbulb moment.
With how long it took us to get through the crowd, we’re running out of time to follow through with our plan.
Pushing Fin up against the red velvet podium in the middle of the room, I lift her onto it. Her eyes dance between Jayden and me, trepidation flickering toward the glass wall. Away from the blacklight, I can see all her features clear as day.
Big blue eyes glint purple in the red light as I take her in. The perfect fucking lamb. Ready and willing to sacrifice herself to our wants and needs.
Jayden fishes my phone from my pocket when the chilled beat we left behind blooms to an all-out electric gallop around us. The sound is smothering as he makes a show of amping up the intensity of the vibrator’s pulse.
“Fuck… No… I can’t…” Finley falls back onto the pole.
“You gotta drip, Baby.” Jayden’s voice is threadbare, every syllable dry.
“Need that pussy drenched and crazy for us… For both our cocks,” I add, giving her the incentive she’s looking for.
“Show us how wet you already are, Lucky,” he orders, tossing my phone beside her.
Fin’s stare skips to the writhing bodies beyond the glass. It’s Sodom and Gomorrah out there, and the illicitness of it closes the air around us.
Jayden steps behind me, one hand on my waist while the other loosens his slacks.
“Show us your needy cunt,” he growls, his hands making quick work of unbuttoning my pants.
With a lick of her lips and a long inhale, she lifts her short skirt. As she hitches it to her waist, the straps slip off her shoulders, leaving her bare, trembling tits in plain sight.
Fuck.
I love her breasts. Plump teardrops with pale-gold nipples that make my mouth water. In the red wash, they’re even more pronounced.
My cock weeps at the sight while Jayden fists my length free of my tight linen pants.
“Spread those legs, Baby,” he says, voice raking my nape. “Touch yourself.”
A white-hot thrill zaps to my balls, and I groan when his thumb swipes along the slit of my cock. Dragging my precum around the sensitive ridge, he nips at the side of my throat. Sucking my throbbing pulse into his hot mouth.
Jayden’s tongue circles around my flesh with the same urgency as Finley’s fingers rub her clit.
