Page 52 of Born to Scar

He thrusts forward, forcing our dicks side by side. She takes both of her hands and vises them over our lengths. “I need the lube,” she whispers. Jay’s hand shoots to the bedside table so fast the lamp flies off, hitting the floor. She chuckles, gently jerking us in her grip.

He pops the cap and pours it into her awaiting hands. She warms the liquid before wrapping her hands back around us.

She doesn’t go easy. Her grip is so tight, and Jared’s groans are so loud; we’re all lost in pleasure. She’s sitting up with her back pressed against the headboard, so I can reach down and pump my fingers into her. Her whimpers bring Jay’s head back up to look. As he watches, I pull him into a kiss with my other hand around the back of his neck.

Indy’s pussy pulses around my fingers. She softly moans, watching us with sparkling eyes. Her chest rises and falls quickly as she works us faster in her palms. Breaking the kiss, I smirk down at her. She bites her lip, meeting my gaze.

“You can’t hide it when you pulse so hard around my fingers.”

“I’ve never wanted to hide it. It’s fucking hot, pretty boy.”

Jared’s breath hitches. He comes violently, all over my cock and stomach, and her hand with a groan. “I tried to hang on, but fuuuck,” he pants.

He reaches down and grabs my balls with so much force, I hiss. But I fall so far over the edge that I crash into his chest, thrusting in her hands, nearly knocking him off the side.

She’s so turned on that all I have to do is graze her clit and she explodes, squirting all over the bed, trembling.

As I regain my composure, I lie beside her. Jay does the same on the other side. Her head hits the headboard. “Fuck,” she huffs.

“Feel better?” Jay asks, interlacing her cum covered fingers with his.

“So much better.” She nods with her eyes closed. Her face is blissed out, her body flushed and slick from sweat.

I lightly trace my fingertips up and down her arm. We stay like that for a long time before I sit up. Both eyes snap to mine. “Water—be right back.”

Micky is on the couch playing a video game with his headphones on. He side-eyes me, pulling one side off. “You fucks are loud,” he teases.

I shrug. “We were high, man. Everything was…amplified.”

He nods. “Kia’s shit?”

“Yeah.” I come out of the kitchen with the water bottles. He laughs, and I give him a wink before heading back upstairs.

They’ve taken the waterproof blanket off the bed. We bought several, so we don’t have late-night bedding changes all the time. She is our messy girl. The lamp is back on the table, too.

I hand them their water and sit on my side. I’m tired. That was the best fuck of my life, and it took everything I had left out of me tonight. Downing the water in two gulps, I crawl in and under the sheet.

They lie with me. Jared turns the lamp off, and we wrap around Indy, like every other night we’re together. She sighs deeply and drifts into sleep. I rub Jay’s arm, and he caresses mine, until he, too, falls asleep. What a fucking night.

As tired as I am, sleep doesn’t come easily. We need to take care of this problem, but I have no idea where to start.

Maybe I’ll talk to Ken. He has some connections that may prove helpful. That’s why he is a partner after all. While he’s a damn good attorney, his connections are what’s important to us. You don’t become rich like my father without someone like Ken around.

After only a few hours of sleep, I lie wide awake. Indy is already out of bed. In my sleep, my body naturally found Jays, wrapping around him. Now, I unwind myself from him, but he grabs my arm, pressing his ass back into me.

I groan, “You can’t do that, unless you want to get fucked.” Pressing my semi-hard cock up against his back, I pull him closer. He’s still naked from last night, giving me free access to reach around and stroke him. He sleepily moans.

I kiss his neck and down his shoulder.

“Is that what you want? Hmm?” I whisper. “My cock deep inside you?”

“Yes,” he murmurs, pushing his hips back. Adrenaline rushes through me; my heart thunders in my chest. He really wants this? I’ve waited so long for him. Reaching over him, I grab the lube. I lube my fingers and his ass, pressing into him—one finger first, prepping and stretching, then a second. He softly moans as I work him. Pulling out, I free my cock from my boxers, lube myself up, and press against him. His breath hitches as his body grows tight against mine.

“You good?” I’ve never fucked him. He’s fucked me, and we’ve done so many other things together, but not this. He nods, and I press in, just my tip. Fuck, he’s tight, and so tense. I stroke his cock again. “You need to relax, Jay.”

He lets out a shuddered breath, but with it, some of his tension eases.

“Good boy, you’re taking me so well.” His silent chuckle shakes my chest. I smile against his shoulder with another press of my lips. As I push in further, he starts pressing back. “Fuck, yeah. Just like that, Jay,” I murmur breathlessly.