His gaze was cloudy but focused entirely on her face. “I want to see your expression when you come again.”
Cooper nibbled a path to her ear and down her neck. Her mouth fell open, however, when he picked up the pace, angling his cock so that more of the base pressed against her clit.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” Jackson whispered. His gaze traveled up and down her body, all the way to the tips of her fingers at the headboard and back to her face.
She fought to hold his gaze, wavering with every thrust into her pussy. She was so close to coming, and judging by the low groan coming from Cooper, he was too.
Suddenly he shocked her by pulling out of her sheath.
She protested, yanking her gaze to face him. “No. Oh, God. Please. Cooper.”
He frowned. “Eyes on Jackson. No one told you to move your head.”
She swallowed hard, her pussy contracting with every word he spoke.
He stared at her, waiting.
Finally, with no other option, she turned her face back to the side and met the stern expression of her other mate. “That’s a girl. Eyes on mine.”
“If you look away from Jackson, I’ll stop. Understood?” Cooper’s voice was deep and authoritative.
“Yes.” The word was weak, barely audible, but she knew they both heard her fine, out loud and mentally. And she had no choice. She needed to come so badly it hurt. The only way she was going to reach that goal currently was to follow Cooper’s directions.
“Come closer, Jackson. Let her see your cock. Stroke it in her line of sight. Make her watch as you come next to her.”
Sharon shuddered. Damn the man had a way of controlling a room.
Jackson followed Cooper’s instructions, standing in front of her and leaning his thighs against the bed while his palm slid up and down his shaft, teasing her, tormenting her with its length and the pearl of precome dripping from the tip.
She wanted to taste him, swallow him, devour him, but she knew better than to suggest anything of the sort. It would only prolong her agony. So she watched his movements instead, mesmerized by the show.
Cooper’s fingers reached between her legs to gather her wetness. He drew them up to circle her clit and flick several times over the tip. And then he traveled back through the slit between her lips and coated his fingers with her arousal.
It shouldn’t have shocked her for him to trail down lower between her legs and tap the tighter bud between her cheeks. Both men had taken her there. But it was unexpected when just one man was fucking her senseless.
Cooper made his intentions clear, thrusting two fingers into her tighter hole several times. When he was satisfied, he pulled his fingers out of her and lined his cock up with her rear hole.
She kept her gaze on Jackson, noticing he handed Cooper the discarded towel while he continued to stroke himself.
And then Cooper pressed into her, slowly at first and then finishing with a final thrust that left her gasping. He held himself above her with one hand and the strength of his legs. With his free hand, he reached between them and plunged three fingers into her pussy. His thumb landed on her clit and pressed firmly.
Sharon blinked several times, fighting to keep her gaze on her other mate. She wanted to close her eyes and concentrate on the sensations assaulting her through both orifices, but she wouldn’t dare risk having him stop.
Jackson leaned forward. He stroked her hair off her forehead and kissed her temple. “You’re doing so good, love. It’s amazing watching you come unhinged under Cooper’s touch.”
Cooper grunted louder as he fucked her harder, his fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy in rhythm with his cock in her ass. The pressure was unbelievable. Delicious. So perfect.
As she got closer to the edge, her mouth fell open farther.
“That’s it, love. Show me how good it is. Come for me.”
At Jackson’s words, she shattered, her entire body convulsing with the orgasm. She would have screamed out if her vocal cords had been functioning, but that wasn’t the case. No sound escaped her lips.
While she was still trembling from the many tremors inside her, like the aftershocks of an earthquake, Cooper held himself deep inside her, his own orgasm filling her.
She kept her gaze locked on Jackson’s, not wavering, even when he came against the sheets, shooting his orgasm inches from her face, his eyes closing as he tipped his head back and moaned.
That small victory made her grin through the haze of her vision, her sated body melting into the bed.
Cooper kissed her lips gently and reached above her head to release her hands. “Jesus, Sharon. You’re so fucking sexy. I’m the luckiest bastard alive.”
“I beg to differ,” Jackson panted out beside them. “Second luckiest.”