Cooper lifted her off his lap and set her on wobbly legs. “Turn around.”
She spun to face him and watched as he shed his clothes as quickly as Jackson had without jumping down from the table. When he was naked, he scooted to the edge, his enormous cock in one hand, the tip jutting upward and leaking with precome.
She couldn’t take her gaze off his length. She wanted to taste it, run her tongue up and down the shaft until he moaned. When she stepped forward with that intent, Cooper lifted his free hand to stop her.
“I can smell her arousal,” Cooper said, his gaze on her, his words meant for Jackson. “Settle her on your cock facing me, her legs spread wide over your thighs.”
She shuddered, not completely sure what made her arousal return in full force, the visual of what he was suggesting or his commanding words alone.
Probably both.
Jackson lifted her by the hips and nudged her legs apart so she straddled him. The position left her pussy open and exposed. Vulnerable. Needy.
As he lowered her over his cock, he used one hand to guide his length and the other to steady her torso.
She wobbled forward without anything to gain purchase on, but Cooper caught her hands and settled them on his firm thighs. His cock bobbed inches from her mouth.
Moments later, she was distracted from the vision in front of her as Jackson impaled her pussy. She arched her chest forward and moaned. With her legs spread like that and the direction she faced, her clit strained forward, swelling at the exposure.
“Baby, that’s so fucking hot.” Cooper stroked his free hand up and down her arms and then dragged the tips of his fingers over her breasts. “I love the way these hang in front of you, jiggling with every movement.”
She gasped as he thumbed the tips, making her shiver. She was at their mercy, unable to remove her hands from Cooper’s thighs without getting off balance. Letting her gaze zone in on his thick cock, she licked her lips and closed the distance to taste the come leaking from the tip.
Cooper groaned at the slight touch, gripping his cock tighter and lining it up with her lips.
She wiggled her tongue in the slit at the top and drew his precome into her mouth.
“Jesus,” Cooper muttered.
His taste was tangy, masculine, Cooper. The hint of soap from his shower that morning lingered on his skin, and she lowered her mouth over his cock to suck a good deal of the length between her lips.
Jackson gripped her hips and lifted her several inches off his shaft before lowering her back down.
Her legs dangled outside his thighs, but there was nothing for her to set her feet on. She was stuck at the mercy of her men.
The next time Jackson lifted her, she let Cooper’s cock slide between her lips at the same time. A second later, Jackson slammed her back down, making her moan around the invasion of the hard male shaft stretching her lips wider.
Jackson set the rhythm.
Sharon enjoyed the ride.
How he managed to keep her aligned was amazing, but she lowered herself farther, setting her elbows on Cooper’s thighs and wrapping one hand around his length. The angle of Jackson’s cock thrusting in and out of her was amazing. Her brain was overloaded with sensation. On the heels of a beautiful orgasm, she climbed right back to the edge.
Wrapping her lips tighter around Cooper, she dragged her tongue up his length.
And then her entire body jolted when Jackson’s fingers found her clit and rubbed. With her legs spread like they were and her body leaning forward, he had the freedom to destroy her. And he did.
Her lips would no longer obey the command to continue sucking, and she held Cooper in her mouth without moving. Her thighs stiffened as Jackson drove her higher each time he thrust into her.
The orgasm came on fast, washing through her like a tidal wave. It didn’t end quickly either, because Jackson continued to stroke her clit until one orgasm turned into two, and he picked up speed inside her, plunging deeper with each thrust.
She moaned around Cooper’s shaft, realizing she wasn’t giving him much but unable to control that section of her body.
Cooper’s hands threaded into her hair, massaging her scalp in a way that told her he was fine.
Finally, Jackson held her down over him, releasing her clit to grab both hips and keep her right where he wanted. Buried deep, he came, gasping her name softly with each breath. Every pulse made her squeeze her channel around his length.
When he was spent, he leaned forward and rained kisses on her shoulder blades.
She moaned around Cooper’s cock, finding the brain cells to tighten her grip and suckle him. Shocking her, he came with just a few passes of her lips across his shaft. He didn’t pressure her to swallow, but she lowered her mouth as far as she could and allowed his come to coat her throat.