Page 86 of Triple Play
“Touch her,” Jordie tells me. “She likes it when—”
I don’t need to be told twice. My mouth finds her neck, her collarbone, working lower while Jordie’s hands keep working her breasts. When I close my lips around her nipple, she cries out, her hands flying to my hair.
“Fuck,” Jordie groans. “Wyatt, that’s—keep doing that.”
I work her with my mouth while Jordie’s hands roam, sliding down her stomach, working at the button of her jeans. She lifts her hips to help him and he slides them down along with her underwear, leaving her completely bare on his lap.
“Look at you,” Jordie murmurs, his hand sliding between her thighs. “Already so wet for us.”
Elise makes this sound—half moan, half whimper—that makes me want to hear it again. I switch to her other breast, using my teeth slightly, and her hips jerk against Jordie’s hand.
“Bed,” I say roughly. “Lay her down.”
Jordie shifts her onto the mattress, and she’s spread out before us, flushed and wanting, and I have to take a second to just look at her.
“Stop staring and get naked,” she says, but her voice is breathy, affected.
“Bossy,” Jordie grins, but he’s already stripping off his shirt. “I like it.”
I follow suit, and when we’re both down to our boxer briefs, Elise’s eyes go dark, tracking over our bodies with obvious appreciation.
“Better,” she says.
Jordie climbs onto the bed, positions himself between her legs. “Gonna make you come with my mouth. Then Wyatt’s gonna make you come with his. Then maybe we’ll use our hands. Sound good?”
“Less talking,” Elise manages. “More—oh fuck—”
Jordie’s already going down on her, and the sound she makes is obscene. Her back arches, her hands fist in his hair, and I’m mesmerized watching her fall apart.
I move up the bed, kiss her while Jordie works between her legs. She kisses me back desperately, her moans swallowed by my mouth, her body writhing.
When she comes, she breaks the kiss to cry out, and I watch her face contort with pleasure, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Jordie works her through it, then looks up at me with a satisfied grin. “Your turn.”
We switch positions. Jordie moves up to kiss her while I settle between her thighs, and when I taste her—sweet and musky and perfect—I understand why Jordie looked so satisfied.
She’s sensitive from the first orgasm, gasping and squirming, but I hold her hips down and learn what makes her moan, what makes her thighs shake, what makes her say my name like a prayer.
When she comes on my tongue, I’m so hard it hurts, but watching her fall apart again makes it worth it.
“Too much,” she gasps when I keep going. “I can’t—”
“You can,” Jordie tells her, his hand wrapping around her throat gently. Not squeezing, just holding. “One more. Give us one more.”
And she does, screaming this time, her whole body tensing before she goes limp.
I kiss back up her body while she catches her breath, and when I reach her mouth, she kisses me deep, tasting herself on my tongue.
“You guys are—” She can’t seem to finish the sentence. “That was—”
“We’re not done,” Jordie says. He’s rock hard in his boxer briefs, a wet spot visible.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
HEAT
Elise
