he crawled up on the bed behind her and opened his mouth at the top of her spine.
“Ahhh,” she breathed, reaching her fingers down to touch herself.
“No,” Ross whispered.
She opened her eyes and found him looking at her there before he raised his gaze back to hers.
“Let me.”
Jenna bit her lip, fearing sensation overload as Dorian pushed aside her hair and nuzzled her neck, then leaned over her shoulder to watch as Ross put his hand between her legs.
The moan that came out of her mouth echoed Ross’s as he slid his fingers between her folds and explored.
“Soft. So lovely. Damn, Jenna.”
She’d always wondered if he’d ever had sex with some nameless woman while out on his supply runs and now she burned with the question. Was this the first time he’d touched a woman there?
Dorian’s breathing had picked up, too. She felt it against her back. He wrapped one hand around her upper arm, still watching Ross touch her. “There’s nothing like it, is there?” he murmured.
Ross looked back up at Dorian. “I had no idea, none. I’d imagined, but this is…this is…” He broke off, blue eyes turning to her as he slid his finger inside her.
Jenna cried out.
He slid another finger inside her, groaned, the sound hoarse with need.
She tilted her head, met Dorian’s gaze and saw that he was loving this as much as she was. There wasn’t a hint of jealousy, his generous spirit including Ross into their intimate world just as he said—like Ross belonged to them in this way, too.
She came up higher on her knees until Ross’s fingers slid out of her. She placed her hands on his chest and gently pushed until he lay back on the bed. Straddling him, she leaned over and put her mouth on his, inhaling his air as it whooshed out of him before his tongue slid into her mouth, strong, sure. She slanted her mouth for a better fit and had her first taste of Ross, feeling Dorian’s hands on her hips as she positioned herself over Ross.
Before she slid that beautiful cock of his inside her, she pulled back.
Jenna wanted to see his face when she did this.
Ross was so bombarded with feelings and emotions, his brain barely functioned. All he could do was feel the velvet of Jenna’s skin just as he’d relished the taste of Dorian. His hand had never felt anything like that. She was hot, and silky, soft and tight. And wet. So wet.
Her taste fired his blood in the same way Dorian’s taste had. Each of them unique and perfect.
She sat with her legs on either side of his hips, the soft hair at the notch of her legs drawing his hand. He stroked her and wanted to put his fingers back inside her, wanted to put his dick inside her.
Dorian’s dark hands slid around Jenna’s hips and Ross reached up with his other hand to touch Dorian’s fingers. Dark, dark eyes looked at him over Jenna’s shoulder and the heat Ross saw there, mirrored in Jenna’s green eyes, made his breath catch.
Then Jenna reached down and guided his cock inside her.
Engulfed in silken heat, he held his breath, threaded his fingers with Dorian’s and held on. She slid up and down, rubbing, caressing with that slippery warmth that gripped him tight. He ground his teeth and tried to pull his hand out of Dorian’s, afraid he’d break the man’s fingers, but Dorian wouldn’t let go. He had his open mouth on the place where Jenna’s neck met her shoulder, his hair spilling over her pale, beautiful skin. Jenna tilted her head back and brought one arm up and around Dorian, spearing her fingers in his hair. Cries tore from her throat as she moved on Ross. Her breasts, full and rosy-tipped, bobbed slightly with her movements.
A sleek layer of sweat shone on her skin.
He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.
He gritted his teeth harder, feeling the heat building like wildfire in his groin. He didn’t want this to stop. He wanted to watch her come before he did. He wanted his fingers on her clit, so he slid his fingers back
“Ahhh,” she breathed, reaching her fingers down to touch herself.
“No,” Ross whispered.
She opened her eyes and found him looking at her there before he raised his gaze back to hers.
“Let me.”
Jenna bit her lip, fearing sensation overload as Dorian pushed aside her hair and nuzzled her neck, then leaned over her shoulder to watch as Ross put his hand between her legs.
The moan that came out of her mouth echoed Ross’s as he slid his fingers between her folds and explored.
“Soft. So lovely. Damn, Jenna.”
She’d always wondered if he’d ever had sex with some nameless woman while out on his supply runs and now she burned with the question. Was this the first time he’d touched a woman there?
Dorian’s breathing had picked up, too. She felt it against her back. He wrapped one hand around her upper arm, still watching Ross touch her. “There’s nothing like it, is there?” he murmured.
Ross looked back up at Dorian. “I had no idea, none. I’d imagined, but this is…this is…” He broke off, blue eyes turning to her as he slid his finger inside her.
Jenna cried out.
He slid another finger inside her, groaned, the sound hoarse with need.
She tilted her head, met Dorian’s gaze and saw that he was loving this as much as she was. There wasn’t a hint of jealousy, his generous spirit including Ross into their intimate world just as he said—like Ross belonged to them in this way, too.
She came up higher on her knees until Ross’s fingers slid out of her. She placed her hands on his chest and gently pushed until he lay back on the bed. Straddling him, she leaned over and put her mouth on his, inhaling his air as it whooshed out of him before his tongue slid into her mouth, strong, sure. She slanted her mouth for a better fit and had her first taste of Ross, feeling Dorian’s hands on her hips as she positioned herself over Ross.
Before she slid that beautiful cock of his inside her, she pulled back.
Jenna wanted to see his face when she did this.
Ross was so bombarded with feelings and emotions, his brain barely functioned. All he could do was feel the velvet of Jenna’s skin just as he’d relished the taste of Dorian. His hand had never felt anything like that. She was hot, and silky, soft and tight. And wet. So wet.
Her taste fired his blood in the same way Dorian’s taste had. Each of them unique and perfect.
She sat with her legs on either side of his hips, the soft hair at the notch of her legs drawing his hand. He stroked her and wanted to put his fingers back inside her, wanted to put his dick inside her.
Dorian’s dark hands slid around Jenna’s hips and Ross reached up with his other hand to touch Dorian’s fingers. Dark, dark eyes looked at him over Jenna’s shoulder and the heat Ross saw there, mirrored in Jenna’s green eyes, made his breath catch.
Then Jenna reached down and guided his cock inside her.
Engulfed in silken heat, he held his breath, threaded his fingers with Dorian’s and held on. She slid up and down, rubbing, caressing with that slippery warmth that gripped him tight. He ground his teeth and tried to pull his hand out of Dorian’s, afraid he’d break the man’s fingers, but Dorian wouldn’t let go. He had his open mouth on the place where Jenna’s neck met her shoulder, his hair spilling over her pale, beautiful skin. Jenna tilted her head back and brought one arm up and around Dorian, spearing her fingers in his hair. Cries tore from her throat as she moved on Ross. Her breasts, full and rosy-tipped, bobbed slightly with her movements.
A sleek layer of sweat shone on her skin.
He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.
He gritted his teeth harder, feeling the heat building like wildfire in his groin. He didn’t want this to stop. He wanted to watch her come before he did. He wanted his fingers on her clit, so he slid his fingers back
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