Page 43 of Jax & Knox

“That’s it,” Knox murmurs, kissing the corner of my mouth, then my jaw. “Let him taste you.” His fingers replace Jax’s tongue for a moment, two of them circling my entrance before pushing inside, slow, deep, stretching me open. “Christ, she’s tight.”

Jax doesn’t wait. The second Knox starts fingering me, Jax’s mouth is back on my clit, licking in steady, filthy circles. He sucks gently, then flatter with his tongue, matching the rhythm of Knox’s fingers pumping in and out of me.

“You taste so fucking good,” Jax says against my pussy, voice rough. “Been wanting this. Wanted my mouth on you since the second you opened that door.”

Knox curls his fingers and strokes that spot inside me that makes my thighs shake. “She’s clenching already. Feel that?” He keeps working me, slow and deep, while Jax keeps licking and sucking like he has no intention of stopping. “That’s it, baby. Take it. Let us make you feel good.”

I’m trembling between them, one hand still buried in Jax’s hair, the other gripping Knox’s forearm as he fingers me. Every stroke of Knox’s fingers, every wet drag of Jax’s tongue, sends another wave of heat rolling through me. I’m so wet the sound of it is filthy in the quiet room, and neither of them seems to mind.

They just keep going, Knox’s fingers working me open, Jax’s mouth devoted and hungry on my clit, and all I can do is hold on and let them.

Knox’s fingers keep working me, slow, deep, curling just right, while Jax’s tongue stays locked on my clit, licking in steady, filthy circles. The dual sensation is too much. My thighs start to shake around Jax’s shoulders. My breath comes in short, broken gasps against Knox’s mouth.

“That’s it,” Knox murmurs. “You’re close, aren’t you? Can feel you fluttering around my fingers.”

Jax sucks my clit between his lips and flicks it with his tongue at the same time Knox presses harder against that spot inside me. The pressure builds fast, sharp and overwhelming, nothing like the quiet, controlled releases I’ve given myself alone in the dark.

“Oh—fuck—” The word tears out of me. My back arches. My hand tightens hard in Jax’s hair.

“Let go, baby,” Knox says against my cheek, voice rough and coaxing. “We’ve got you. Come for us.”

It hits me like a wave I can’t stop.

My whole body locks, then shatters. I come harder than I ever have in my life, crying out, thighs clamping around Jax’s head, pussy clenching rhythmically around Knox’s fingers as pleasure rips through me in long, pulsing waves. Jax keeps licking me through it, softer now but relentless, while Knox strokes me from the inside until I’m trembling and oversensitive and completely wrecked.

When it finally starts to ease, I’m boneless between them, chest heaving, eyes wet.

Jax presses one last gentle kiss to my clit, then to the inside of my thigh, and looks up at me with a soft, almost reverent expression. Knox eases his fingers out of me carefully and brings them to his mouth, tasting me without looking away from my face.

I can’t speak.

I’ve never come for anyone else before. Never let anyone get me there. The realization sits heavy and sweet in my chest, tangled up with the way they’re both still touching me, Jax’s hands stroking soothingly up and down my thighs, Knox’s palm warm against my bare stomach.

I feel drunk on it. Soft. Open. Like something inside me has cracked wide open and all that’s left is this warm, floaty, helpless affection.

“Come here,” Knox says quietly, and pulls me into his lap. I go without resistance, straddling his thighs, still shaking a little. Jax rises up onto the couch beside us and wraps an arm around my waist from behind, pressing a slow kiss to the back of my shoulder.

I turn my face into Knox’s neck and just breathe him in. My fingers curl weakly in his shirt. Jax’s hand strokes up and down my side, gentle now.

“I’ve never…” My voice comes out small and rough. “That’s the first time someone else has ever made me come.”

Knox’s arms tighten around me. He presses a long kiss to my temple. “Yeah?”

I nod against his throat, feeling floaty and wrecked and so full of something that feels dangerously close to love it almost scares me.

Jax’s mouth brushes my ear. “We’re honored, baby,” he whispers. “So fucking honored.”

I stay there between them, still trembling faintly, completely love-drunk, and neither of them seems in any hurry to let me go.

I stay curled in Knox’s lap, still trembling faintly, completely soft and open between them. My body feels heavy and light at the same time. Love-drunk. That’s the only word for it.

My hands start moving before I fully decide to.

I slide one palm down Knox’s chest, over the hard ridges of his stomach, until my fingers brush the waistband of his jeans. At the same time I reach back with my other hand, finding Jax’s thigh and then higher, feeling how hard he is against my palm. Both of them are still so worked up from touching me, and the thought of returning even a little of that pleasure makes something warm and eager twist in my chest.

Knox catches my wrist before I can go further.

“Hey,” he says softly, lifting my hand and pressing a kiss to the inside of my palm. “Not tonight.”