Jasper pulls away from my pussy, my whole body shivering from the loss of his mouth, and pins me beneath him. He kisses me hard, his tongue slick with my arousal, and god, I love it. I love the way I can taste myself on his lips.
“You have no idea how badly I wanna be the one to finish you off, angel, but Roman is gonna need you to sit on his face now.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
JASPER
I’ve spent so long imaginingwhat it would feel like to finally be inside Roman—to have every inch of him and claim the part he’s always kept just out of reach. He took pieces of me without even trying, shared them easily with Zeke, and then pressed some into Addie’s waiting hands like they were gifts. And now I get the last piece of him—the one Iknewwas mine, even if he didn’t.
In my head, I’ve played this moment out a thousand ways—bending him over, fucking him into the mattress until the only thing he remembers is my name and the way I make him feel. I want to take his breath, steal his thoughts, and own every sound that spills from his mouth.
But the other half of me needs to give him so much more than a release. It isn’t enough to fuck him until he’s shaking—though I want that too.
I want that deep, soul-binding kind of lovemaking that leaves you wondering if you’ll ever be the same again.
I want every second to be so devastatingly perfect that he begs for more the second it ends.
I want him to crave me, just like Icrave him.
I watch him reach for Addie, and I kneel between his thighs. Roman hooks his fingers in Addie’s thong and yanks it down her legs, fisting the lace in his hand. He drags her onto his face, making her straddle him with her back to me, and locks his arms around her like a vice, hauling her down until she’s smothering him in pussy.
Lucky bastard.
Zeke remains beside me, close enough that his breath ghosts over my neck. His lips find my ear, voice low and meant only for me.
“You and Roman… you need this more than anyone. I know what this means to you.” His fingers ghost down my spine, leaving fire in their wake, and I feel it all the way to my knees. “I’m gonna fuck our girl the way she needs. But you and him… This moment belongs to you, so touch him the way you’ve dreamed about, and make him feel it, baby.”
My eyes are on Roman’s cock as Zeke lazily circles his thumb around his rim, like he’s teasing himself with the idea of fucking him too.
“But once I’ve made Addie come, I’m burying myself inside your ass because I need to feel you.”
“You fucking better,” I growl, grabbing him by the jaw to catch his mouth in a bruising kiss.
I reach for the lube, slick up my fingers, and slowly slide one into Roman. His abs tighten at the intrusion, and a deep groan rumbles from his chest as he eats Addie’s pussy like she’s his last meal.
I slide in deeper, then add a second finger and stretch him open. Addie starts to rock her hips, fucking herself on Roman’s tongue, and I thrust my fingers faster, twisting and scissoring, loving every grunt and gasp he lets out. His cock stays rock hard, thick, and perfect, every muscle in his body pulled tight.
“Keep riding his face, angel. Fuck his mouth until you come all over his tongue.” I urge her, and fuck, does she deliver.
Her whole body locks up, hips jerking forward one last time when her orgasm hits. She’s gasping and panting, and her fingers twist in Roman’s hair like she’s trying to hold on to what’s left of herself.
“My turn,” Zeke says as he lifts her effortlessly off Roman and pulls her into his lap. “You wanna ride my cock, beautiful?”
She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t need to. She just lifts herself and sinks down, and the second he’s inside her, her mouth falls open with a broken gasp.
We all know that sound. That sound means Zeke’s buried deep. Because Zeke doesn’t just fuck, he fills, and he owns, and that first push steals your breath every single time.
Her nails dig into his shoulders, and Zeke groans into her neck, already rolling his hips.
“That’s it,” he whispers against her skin. “You feel how full you are?”
“Uh-huh,” she breathes out, lost in it, and I turn my focus back to Roman.
My fingers are still buried inside him when I lower myself on top of him, my chest brushing his, our noses almost touching. He grips my wrist, halting me—not pulling away, just holding me there. He gives me a single nod, and that’s all I need. I slide my fingers free, grab the lube with hands that won’t stop shaking—because I want him so goddamn bad I can barely see straight—and coat my cock from base to tip. I brace one hand beside his head, the other still wrapped around my length, and line myself up.
My heart starts pounding in my throat as I begin to push, and fuck, it’s overwhelming—the heat, the tightness, the raw, hungryway his body takes me. It’s erotic in a way that makes my head spin.
