Page 106 of Triple Play
Then Jordie’s thumb is tracing my asshole, and he’s pushing inside my pussy and I’m gasping because he’s long, huge. And filthy in the best way.
He hits different angles than Grant, and the stretch is—
“Breathe,” Jordie says roughly. “Just breathe, baby.”
I do. And he slides deeper, until he’s fully seated, until we’re both making sounds that should probably be embarrassing.
“Fuck,” I manage. “Jordie—”
“Her pussy’s so tight,” he grits out to Grant, who makes a low noise of agreement.
Jordie begins to move. Slow at first, letting me adjust, then deeper. Finding a rhythm that has me rocking forward on my hands.
Wyatt’s watching my face. “Can I—”
“Yes.”
He hooks his thumbs in his waistband, pushes down, and—God. He’s just as thick as I remember. Flushed dark at the tip, already leaking.
I lean forward, take him in my mouth, and the groan he makes goes straight between my legs.
Behind me, Jordie’s picking up speed. “That’s it. Take him. You look so good like this.”
I work Wyatt with my tongue and hand, taking him as deep as I can while Jordie drives into me from behind. The dual sensations are overwhelming—fullness and taste and the sounds all three of them are making.
Grant’s hand tightens in my hair. Not pulling, just grounding. “So perfect,” he’s saying. “Look at you. Taking both of them so well.”
Wyatt’s hips start moving, careful shallow thrusts, and I hollow my cheeks, take him deeper.
“Elise—” His voice is wrecked. “If you keep doing that I’m gonna—”
I do it again. Deliberately. Because I want him to lose control.
Behind me, Jordie’s rhythm is getting erratic. “Close. I’m close. Where do you want me to—”
“Inside,” I gasp around Wyatt. “Want to feel it.”
That does it. Jordie’s driving into me harder now, chasing his release, and the force pushes me forward onto Wyatt.
“Sorry—” I start, but Wyatt’s hand cups my face.
“Don’t be sorry. You’re—this is—” He can’t seem to finish sentences.
Grant’s watching all of us with dark, satisfied eyes. “You’re doing so good,” he tells me. “Making them feel so good.”
The praise makes something warm bloom in my chest. I double my efforts on Wyatt, wanting to make him fall apart the way I am.
Thirty seconds later, I come in a hot gush all over Jordie, my pussy spasaming.
“Yes baby.Fuck,” he groans. “This pussy’s gonna—fuck—kill me.”
Jordie comes first, groaning as his hands bruise my hips. The feeling of him pulsing inside me, the sounds he’s making—it’s almost enough to push me over again.
Then Wyatt’s warning me—”Gonna come, Elise, you need to—”
I don’t pull off. Just take him deeper and swallow when he spills, his whole body going rigid, my name on his lips.
When I finally release him, I’m shaking. Boneless. Completely wrecked.
