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I place a knee on the mattress and set her on the bed, whispering, “Suck his cock for me, baby. I wanna fuck you on your knees.”
She makes her way toward Jax, and I palm my needy erection, giving her time to get situated.
“Mmm... Fuck,” he groans, and I take that as my cue to climb up behind her.
I notch the head at her entrance and slide into her gripping cunt, air hissing through my teeth. She’s soaking wet, and this position has me driving deep inside her. I fucking love it, every tight inch of her.
She widens her knees and arches her back further, aligning us perfectly. My hips smack her ass and push her forward. She gags, her throat tightening around him as her pussy clamps around me, and both Jackson and I curse.
I do it again and again, our damp skin slapping. She moans, the sound muffled by his cock. I angle my hips downward to hit her G-spot and snake my arm under her to roll her clit with my fingers.
She whimpers and meets my hard thrusts.
Ecstasy courses through my veins, and even with Jax in the room, I can’t stop the dirty words from escaping my mouth.“Such a good girl. You take us so fucking well. Come on my cock, baby, while you suck his. Give it to me.”
It’s not long before her cunt locks on to me, and she milks me for all I’m worth.
My hips punch forward, my head falls back, and the orgasm hits hard. My dick jerks, unloading deep inside her.
Between the three of us, it’s a symphony of groans and moans. There’s the occasional “Fuuuuuuck” and “Swallow my cum” and “So fucking good.”
Music to my ears.
54
ETHAN
Aurora sleeps soundly.She had a long day, and as soon as Jax fixed her braids, she passed out.
She’s on her side, her head on my chest, her leg between mine. I lie on my back, my arms bent underneath the pillow so Jackson can be close beside her. It’s an awkward position, but once I fall asleep, I’m good.
But tonight, I’m wide awake. My mind keeps replaying the prison visit.
The place was deplorable. Picture an arena after a playoff game—floors black with grime, sticky from who knows what. I’d rather not contemplate what I stepped in.
Scuff marks marred the bland gray walls, and ceiling tiles were missing or rotted. Alarms blared incessantly, punctuated by the shouts of staff and inmates.
If I had visited as a child, I would’ve been scared shitless. Not that my actual childhood was much better, waking many mornings terrified my mother was dead.
The bed shifts. “Dude, I can hear you thinking from over here,” Jackson rasps.
“Sorry.” I don’t know why, but I feel the urge to tell him. “I went to the prison today with Rocco. Saw my father.”
A weight lifts off my chest. I considered telling Aurora, but I didn’t want to burden her with more uncertainties. I also didn’t want to hurt her, since I hadn’t told her I was going. I hadn’t told anyone.
“Shit.” He adjusts his position. “Why? You putting a hit on Kyle?” There’s a smile in his voice. He’s cracking jokes to ease my tension.
“Don’t say that out loud.” I only want Jax and Aurora to be safe. I don’t want to know the details of the rest, but I certainly wouldn’t be sad if Kyle didn’t wake one morning. “They put bugs in Aurora’s apartment, you know?”
He blows out a long, throaty breath. “Motherfucking Ricky. I need to check mine then.”
I drag my fingers through my hair, staring at his silhouette in the darkness. “Have you been careful?”
“Careful? With what I say? Are you really asking me that? I’m about as careful as you fucking an escort in the back of a limo with an expired condom while still married.”
“Jesus Christ, get over it. She seduced me.”
“Fuck you,” he whispers, which, let me tell you, is far more terrifying than him yelling it. “She was on the rebound and sad. You got sad pussy.”