Page 181 of Break the Ice
Fuck, for the first time in ever, I’m alive.
When I finally kiss Finley, it’s hard… messy. Tongues tangling while she rocks on my lap. Her fingers knot in my hair, yanking like she needs me closer, like she wants to crawl inside my skin.
I want it too. Yearn to have her—the most loved, most important… perfect part of him—living inside me. I want him inside me.
“Can you feel him watching us?” Finley whispers raggedly against my cheek. “I can and I like it, Jayden. The way your body feels… the way his stare is eating us up. You feel it, don’t you?”
Oh, I feel it.
It’s everywhere. Buzzing on my skin, in my chest, throbbing in my cock. Eli watching me. Me watching him watch us.
My hands roam up Finley’s back, across the sides of her tits. My thumbs drag over her nipples through the thin fabric of Eli’s jersey, and she whimpers into my mouth.
“Oh God,” she gasps when I roll her peaks tighter between my thumb and finger.
“I told you, baby,” I rasp, thrusting up into her, grinding against her heat until my balls ache. “There’s only three of us in this. There’s no room for him between us.”
Tracing my hands down her body, I palm her ass, bearing her down on my cock until the friction has both of us breathing ragged. I need inside her so bad my teeth hurt.
Finley yanks my sweater and t-shirt over my head, lips dragging over every inch of skin she exposes. I hoist her up on her knees so Eli can see my hand cup her pussy, fingers pressing through the soaked fabric of her lace underwear.
His groan threads through her moan when I push my thumb over her clit. The sound punches through me like a drug, hazing everything until it’s just us. Just this.
“Jayden,” she pleads, trembling when I slide my thumb under her panties.
“What do you want, Fin? My fingers… my mouth? My cock?” I nip her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks, until she’s babbling, begging, rocking into my hand.
“Please… Jayden, please… fuck me. Show him how good you make me feel.”
She doesn’t have to ask twice. Her wish is my command.
“Get up,” I order, voice rough with need as I lift her off my lap. “Turn around and bend over, brace yourself on the glass.”
Finley faces Eli as she bends over the coffee table. The hem of his jersey rides up as she stretches forward, palms flat on the glass. Their eyes lock, andgoddamn, the tension between them burns through the air like a fuse.
I spread her legs, my palms dragging up her thighs, thumbs circling the curve of her ass before I peel her panties down.
“Feet,” I growl, smacking her ass lightly so she steps out of them. I rub the sting away with my thumb. “Good girl.”
The praise soaks through her folds. Glistening on the top of her thighs as I drag the panties through her slit, collecting her juices before tossing them into Eli’s lap.
He grips them tight, eyes on me, chest heaving.
I work her clit with my fingers, mouth marking her ass, tongue teasing the crease until she’s shaking, rising on her toes to fuck herself against my hand.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby,” I rumble, sucking at the juncture of her thighs, right next to her entrance. “You taste so fucking good, too.I can smell how much you want to get fucked. You want to show him?”
Tracing the tip of my tongue along the inside of her ass cheek, I bite down on the supple flesh. Harder until she cries out her reply, “Yes…”
“Good fucking girl,” I groan over her marked skin, pressing an openmouthed kiss when she pushes her ass into my face.
I can’t resist the urge to taste all of her. Smearing her arousal through her crease, I lick over her hole.
“Oh…” Finley stiffens, head falling between her shoulders with a lip-bitten cry when I drag my tongue up her crease and nuzzle my face to the top of her ass.
“Don’t stop,” Eli rasps with a lick of his lips as he rests his chin on the hand clutching Finley’s panties.
I know he can smell her need soaked through the lace.
