Chapter Eight
Flat on the floor, with Dean pressed against her, Paige’s shorts were tugged off by two sets of hands. Before she could even think, Dean’s fingers plunged inside her. Paige’s hips came off the floor and she sucked all the air out of the room. Pressed against him, she cried out as his fingers strummed her clit. She tasted Jack on him when he kissed her and clamped her legs together at the erotic taste. Dimly, she was aware Jack was stripping Dean of his pants and underwear as well.
Dean had reduced her to humping his hand. It wasn’t enough. Paige wanted more, needed more. The wildness rose in her until she would have rolled Dean over and ridden him, but he held her down. Jack spread her legs wide and tongued her clit while Dean fucked her with his fingers.
Jack’s flickering tongue and the relentless push of Dean’s fingers brought her to the edge and her orgasm crashed over her, leaving her back arched and her legs shaking. What the fuck had just happened? But her wildest fantasies were blown away when Dean left her pussy to Jack to take her mouth in another soul-drugging kiss.
Still shaking from the after effects of the first orgasm, she could only cry out and tremble when Jack buried his face inside her. He draped her thighs over his shoulder and flicked his tongue over her throbbing bud.
“Make her come again,” Dean groaned, lifting his head from her mouth. “I can’t wait much longer.”
Licking down her neck to her breasts, Dean was less rough than Jack had been and more sensual. Paige rocked her hips into Jack’s face, pleasure soaking into every pore of her body.
“I’m going to fuck you as soon as you drench his face,” Dean panted. His breath was hot against her stomach. “Are you all right with that?”
“Yes, god, yes.” she moaned. Her entire world was spinning and her body danced to the tune Jack’s tongue was playing on her.
Dean licked down her stomach and Jack paused to kiss him. Paige moaned at the sudden loss of his talented tongue and gripped the carpet as need nailed into her.
“I want more of that,” Dean said, and took turns licking her with Jack.
Paige’s eyes rolled back in her head. “Please,” she cried out. Thunder rolled again, but it might have just been the lightning wave of pure pleasure that ground her entire body into the floor. She came hard enough that she forgot to breathe.
“Fuck yeah,” Dean groaned, fumbling around for his pants that had been tossed a few feet away.
Paige held Jack’s face while she rode his tongue through the aftershocks of the massive orgasm they’d just given her. Dean pulled a condom out of his jean’s pocket and rolled it onto himself.
“My turn,” he said, tapping Jack on the shoulder.
With a last long lick, Jack moved away.
No! She didn’t want it to end.
Dean sank inside her to the hilt in one mighty push.
Paige shrieked his name. This was good, too. He was so hard and deep, she hadn’t been prepared for the sheer joy that rolled over her.
“He feels good, doesn’t he?” Jack said, and then kissed his husband.
Dean and Jack kissed while Dean held her hips tight against him. Paige clamped her muscles around Dean and groaned. It felt so right to have him throbbing inside her. She ground down on his cock while Dean licked her juices off Jack’s face.
“God,” she moaned. “That’s so hot.”
Without taking his mouth from Dean’s, Jack pushed his fingers inside her and lightly circled her clit.
Shock and pleasure coursed through her and she wiggled against both of them. He was going to make her come again. She was going to come all over Dean’s cock before he even got started. Her hips twitching, Paige sagged, giving up all control to the relentless pleasure they were giving her.
“Yeah,” Dean growled, when Paige spasmed around him. She gripped him tight as the waves of sensation threatened to drown her.
“So sweet,” Jack said, trailing his finger up her stomach to circle her nipples.
Positioning her legs on his chest, Dean held her ass as he pumped slowly inside of her. She writhed and twisted.
“More. Faster,” she cried.
Jack chuckled, licking her nipple with quick flicks of his tongue.
“Please.” She arched into Dean. She didn’t want it slow. She wanted hard and fast. Wanted him to pound into her like Jack fucked him in the pavilion. As if he would die without it. “More,” she begged.
“I won’t last a second,” Dean growled. “She’s so fucking tight and wet.”
“I’ll take over then,” Jack promised, licking her ear. “Give her what she wants.”
Jack’s growled words shook her as she tried to comprehend that as soon as Dean was done, Jack would take his turn with her.
Dean hauled her against him and slammed into her hard and fast. Her breasts bounced in rhythm, hitting her chest and chin. Jack watched, mesmerized, before taking them in his hands and massaging them. His cock was hard against her side. She moaned as he rubbed her nipples with his palms.
“You are so beautiful,” Jack said. “I can’t wait to fuck you.” He leaned down to kiss her as Dean thrust hard, grunting loudly when he came. Pumping his cock inside her for a few more strokes, Dean reluctantly eased out of her.
Paige gasped when Jack flipped her over on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at him through the veil of her hair. “My turn,” he said, with a smoldering look and a seductive grin. If she hadn’t just been so thoroughly fucked, she could have come just by that alone. He tore the condom wrapper off with his teeth and eased it on his cock.
“Jack,” Dean warned. “Be careful with her.”
“I’m always careful.” Jack positioned himself at the entrance of her pussy.
“I don’t want careful,” Paige moaned, thrusting herself back.
“She doesn’t want careful,” he said, and grabbed her hips.
Sensation narrowed to the hard pounding of Jack’s body into hers. Paige gave herself up to the frenzied pace. Her clit was swollen and sensitive. His balls slapped into it and sent chills up her spine.
Paige didn’t recognize the noises coming out of her mouth. She felt the house shake and the lightning crack, but it was dimmer now. The only roar and explosion she was concentrating on was coming from inside her body. Jack was thick and she was spread wide to accommodate his girth.
Dean’s finger was slippery when it touched her backside. He eased his finger between her cheeks and just rubbed over her little hole.
“I haven’t. I never,” she panted.
“We’re going slowly,” Dean said. “I want you to get used to me touching you here. And when you’re begging me for more, we’ll go on.”
Paige’s gasps sounded like sobs as Jack gave it to her as deep and fast as she liked. She no longer could tell when an orgasm was coming. They just crashed over and over until she was wrung out and shaking.
Please let this not be a dream.
Jack collapsed on her back after surrendering to his orgasm. He kissed her shoulder. “You are perfect.”
His weight was taken off her when Dean toppled him over on his hands and knees, and she rolled over on her back. Jack gripped the carpet and smiled a fierce grin at her. “Come over here and put that sweet pussy in my face.”
Paige laughed breathlessly and shook her head. “I can’t move.”
She shrieked as he grabbed her ankle and yanked her across the carpet. “I’m going to have rug burn,” she complained.
Then, the smile froze on her face as Dean thrust into Jack. Jack’s back arched and he hissed between his teeth.
“We won’t be this rough with you,” Dean promised.
Jack’s face reflected both pleasure and pain.
“Are you all right?” she whispered.
“Oh, baby. Never better,” Jack cried out and closed his eyes.
Dean fucked him with long, deep strokes.
Paige was mesmerized by the intense look in Dean’s eyes. Jack groaned and pulled Paige in closer. “I want my face between your legs again.” Jack licked her from top to bottom. “I love how you taste.”
Shivering with delight, Paige leaned back on her elbows. There was no way she was going to come again, but the sweet rasp of Jack’s tongue in contrast with the hard slap of Dean’s body into his was building something wild inside her.
“You like watching me fuck him?” Dean growled.
“Yes,” she said, gasping as the tip of his tongue brushed over her clit.
“Did you like watching him fuck me in the pavilion?” Jack chuckled and nipped at her inner thigh.
“You knew I was there?” she said. She would have died of embarrassment, except for the pleased look on both their faces.
“Planned it for weeks.” Jack moaned and nipped her other thigh.
“Why?” Paige sighed shakily.
Dean became more savage and Jack cried out, burying his face between her thighs.
“Wanted you to join us,” Dean said between his teeth, and held Jack’s hips tight into him as he roared his climax.
Paige had been wrong. That was enough to send her over again.