sucking him off just as she’d been doing to me. Dante’s eyes rolled back, a groan escaping him as she started to bob along that thick length.
I didn’t think so.
Though Dante’s hand still held onto the back of her head, I played the same move he did. My fingers wove through her hair on the side of her head and I tugged her back. Dante was so shocked at my actions he let her go momentarily.
“Dude,” Dante panted. “Not cool.”
Before I could say anything in response, Jaz’s mouth was once again giving me head I knew I’d dream of. Hard to form words when she was on her knees in front of me, even harder to think straight.
Dante went to yank her again, pulling Jaz back toward his cock, and for the next few minutes, we were in a battle. A battle of who could keep Jaz’s mouth around their dick the longest.
When she was between us, when both of us had a hand on her head, Jaz managed to say, “Guys, it’s not a competition.” Her cheeks were red, her lips a bit puffy. She looked just as much of a fallen angel as anyone could possibly be. An angel that had given into her more baser instincts because the devil had tempted her to his side.
“It could be,” Dante quipped, smirking.
I rolled my eyes at him. I think, if given the chance and the choice, everything would be a competition for Dante. Dante was one of the most stubborn, overconfident men I’d ever met in my life—and I grew up in my family, so that was saying something.
Though there were a few choice words I could’ve said, I decided to step between Jaz and Dante, pulling her up to her feet. Dante’s hand slipped from her hair, and I brought those lips to mine, kissing her hard. I didn’t care that her mouth had been around my dick and Dante’s; I only cared that she was here, mine.
“How sweet,” Dante whispered in my ear before practically shoving me aside and taking my place. When his lips met with hers, Jaz had to stifle a giggle.
It was almost like the dance, how Dante and I had sandwiched her between us; only this time, we were all naked, and there were no chaperones watching us. This time we could get down and get as dirty as we wanted.
She flipped back and forth between us, and my balls ached to be released. I needed to come, and I needed to come now. I’d purposefully pushed away the orgasm in the beginning, but waiting this long was just torture.
“Let’s take it to the bed,” I whispered, all but begging. I was not one to beg, but this…I just might beg for this.
Dante and Jaz were the first ones to crawl on the bed, and I was the last. Again, Jaz was stuck between us, though Dante had her lips attached to his, her sweaty body arching against mine in response to what must have been an earth-shattering kiss. I reached for the box of condoms, grabbing one and sliding it on.
I scooted closer to her, moving to grab her upper thigh and lift the leg. I felt something hard graze the tip of my cock, and I knew it was Dante; he didn’t care where the hell he flung that thing, apparently. Or he was too focused on Jaz to realize it.
Since I was coming at her from behind while on my side, I knew I’d have to guide my length in, which meant letting go of her leg. Maybe I should tell her to—
Dante and Jaz’s kiss must’ve ended, for Dante spoke in a ragged whisper, “Don’t worry, buddy. I got you.” And then, before I could tell him to not have me, his hand reached down between Jaz’s body and his, and he grabbed my hardness and guided it to her sweet pussy.
I couldn’t even be annoyed or mad, because the moment I felt her body take me in, I was a goner. Leaning my cheek onto the back of her head, I started dragging my hips back and forth, rocking my cock along those tight, wet walls.
A part of me wanted to marvel at how far we’d come. How I’d needed to have her alone for our first time, and then…then this. Jaz made me do things I never would’ve thought of, things I never wanted to do. She made me feel like I was on top of the