Chapter 8

When I heard footsteps and saw Drew in the door, I wanted to throw something at him and tell him to go away. I was irritated at the interruption considering what I was doing. Instead of taking my hint and disappearing, he lingered and Jasmine climbed out of my arms to go talk to him. When she kissed him, my cock tightened in response to the sight. She was beautiful, soft, ready for me. If she wanted us both, that as fine with me. It just made things more interesting.

She tugged him to the bed, then looked at me questioningly.

"It's okay, Jas. You can trust us," I told her, stroking her hair. "As long as we understand each other, there's nothing strange about it. Like us, we know each other well, trust each other, so why shouldn't we play? Have some fun."

"I've only been with Chris," she confessed.

"Well I can promise you Jasmine that we will treat you way better than that asshole ever did."

"Is it wrong?" she asked boldly.

"Not as far as I can see, no. Just tell us what you like and don't like, let us take care of you," Drew told her. It was the prefect thing to say, because I saw her relax.

She sat on the edge of the bed and I tugged her back toward me, mouth on her neck and reached around to pluck at her pretty pink nipples, making them tighten to points.

"You feel amazing," I whispered to her.

Drew climbed on the bed with us, his fingers trailing down her bare back and she whimpered, a ripple of pleasure changing her expression. I felt the shudder slide through her and lapped at her nipple, soothing the tightness there.

Her arms were around my neck, coaxing my lips back to hers. When our mouths met in a passionate kiss, I tracked the back of my fingers over the curve of her belly and down to brush the soft curls between her legs. My thumb brushed her clit, the little rosebud of pleasure a tiny knot. I stroked and touched and pressed, giving her different sensations to see what she liked.

With a gasp that rose to a keening cry, she was on the cusp of a climax. Her juices coursed over my fingers as I stroked her. Her eyes were wide, locked on mine as I massaged her clit and kept her at the edge of another climax, waiting. It was then that Drew pushed his fingers inside her. Her sob wrenched me. He looked at me, uncertain, but I nodded. Let her get used to it, let her feel the thickness of two fingers tucked inside, let her clench and rock and ride them to acclimate herself, to stretch her and let her relax around the invasion.

I thumbed her clit steadily, keeping her wet and aroused, right on the knife's edge of ecstasy while he worked her open.

I kissed her breast, reddening it with my mouth as she clutched at my hair, tugging at my scalp deliciously.

"Oh God, I'm going to come!"