Page 182 of Break the Ice
His body is taut with the need to fuck, and his thighs spread wider to ease the ache of the bulge tenting his loose jeans.
My cock weeps at the sight of him like this. So close to being undone.
“Tell him what I’m doing to you, Fin,” I murmur against her skin.
“You’re… you’re kissing me,” she gasps.
“Where?” I push my thumb into her pussy, curling it until she cries out.
“My back… my ass… oh fuck…”
“What else am I doing to you, baby?”
“JJ, I—I c-can’t…”
“You wanted to drive him crazy. So, tell him what I’m doing to you. How I’m touching you. How I’m fucking you,” I growl, sliding two fingers inside her, thrusting hard enough she stutters through the words.
“Your fingers,” she whimpers, looking straight at Eli. “You’re fucking me with your fingers.”
“Good girl,” I praise her again and she pushes back onto my fingers. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. Make this pretty cunt come so hard for us.”
Licking around the curve of her ass, I meet Eli’s stare.
“Tell him how it feels. How I’m making you feel, Fin.”
“Full,” she groans when I add another finger, shoving knuckle-deep into her pussy so he can hear her juices squeeze out of her. “S-so full.”
Eli’s hand is on his cock through his jeans now. His jaw tight, eyes dark, chest rising and falling like he’s barely hanging on.
“Keep telling him how I’m fucking you,” I urge, curling my fingers until she cries out again.
“His fingers… God, Eli, his fingers are so, so good and deep…”
“Fuck,” Eli grinds out, low and rough, as though the words scraped his throat raw.
I hold his gaze over the curve of her ass as I bite down on it, leaving teeth marks across her perfect skin while she moans his name.
It’s too good and too much. Somehow not enough.
I need inside her. My cock is weeping for her cunt.
I drag Finley onto my lap, hooking her legs over my thighs so she’s open, ready and trembling as I line up with her slick entrance.
“You’re going to come on my cock, baby,” I grit, holding her wide so Eli can see everything. “Then I’m going to come on this fucking jersey so it’s not just him you’re wearing.”
“Fuck, JJ,” she cries as I drive into her, hard and deep, until she’s clawing at my forearms, head thrown back onto my chest. “It hurts… it hurts…”
“You’re not taking all of me yet,” I rasp into her ear, eyes locked on Eli. “I need you to take all of me. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” she gasps, body shaking as I bottom out, holding her down on every inch of my cock.
Eli makes a sound then—hoarse, broken—that shoves me right to the edge. He’s watching us like he can feel every thrust, every clench of her tight cunt around me.
And fuck, maybe he does.
I slam into her, harder, faster, until she shatters, crying out my name, body locking down around me so tight I nearly lose it too.
I barely pull out in time, finishing across Eli’s jersey, vision white-hot as the orgasm rips through me.
