Sanctuary (New Reality Series, Book One) by Jessica Jarman Read Free Book Online Page B

her inner thigh then teased the curls shielding her pussy. Grace tried to lower a hand to Noah’s head, but Ethan stopped her and brought it back up with the other.
    “Nuh uh. Don’t move,” he ordered. “Let us do all the work and just enjoy, sweetheart.”
    He cupped her breasts and lowered his head to nuzzle the mounds. His tongue snuck out and circled one nipple before he turned to the other. Instead of the warm caress she was expecting, Ethan caught the taut tip between his teeth roughly. Grace cried out as white hot pleasure arrowed through her body.
    A finger, just the tip, slid along her slit. Grace shuddered at the light caress and lifted her hips, wanting more. Noah’s warm breath tickled her pussy as he bent forward. He parted her folds and slowly licked from her opening up to her clit.
    “Oh…God.”
    Her breath caught in her throat and stars burst behind her eyelids. The men played her body like an instrument. Noah speared his tongue in and out of her pussy as Ethan kept her guessing by alternating between long, lazy laves of his tongue and biting nips. Her release coiled low in her belly, tighter and tighter, threatening to consume her any second.
    “No,” she cried out when Noah lifted his head.
    He reached up and grasped Ethan’s biceps. “She’s close. Get down here and taste her.”
    Ethan towered over her, staring into her face a moment. “Don’t move,” he repeated the command then joined his lover between her legs.
    They nudged her thighs even farther apart, and Grace lifted her head, strained to see them. She could feel their breath and shivered in anticipation. Fingers spread her, opened her, but she couldn’t tell whose. Then, their mouths were on her, sucking, licking, teasing. Her eyes rolled back, and she let her head drop down, giving up on trying to figure who was doing what.
    Lips settled over her clit, and the hard pulls blinded her as everything inside her shattered. Grace bucked against them, riding the scorching release. Every muscle in her body vibrated as she came. Fingers speared into her channel and pumped roughly, never giving her a chance to come down before driving her up again, even higher.
    Two tongues slid sleekly over and between her folds, tangling with each other periodically as they lapped up her juices. Her body quivered, and she struggled to control her breathing. She lifted heavy lids as the men straightened.
    Ethan backed away, turning toward their packs. Grace frowned, but only had a moment to wonder what he was doing before Noah caught her attention by making his way up her body and stretching out beside her. Snaking an arm around her middle, he pulled her flush against him. Grace smiled as she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. As she positioned the thick head of his cock at her pussy, the need to have him inside her overwhelmed.
    Noah pulled her head down to take her mouth. The scent and flavor of her release clung to his lips and danced along her senses as he kissed her. She felt him reach behind her and pull the elastic band from the end of her braid. He massaged her scalp as the plait loosened, and her hair cascaded around them.
    His fingers tightened in the tresses, tugging so deliciously, as she lowered herself slowly, taking him inside her. She whimpered into his mouth as her pussy stretched to accommodate his girth. When he was fully seated within her, he broke the kiss.
    “You feel so fucking good,” he said haltingly.
    “So do you.” Grace gasped as his cock jerked deep inside her.
    She slowly began to move, but soon, was riding him hard and fast. She wanted to feel him come, to lose control. Suddenly he grasped her hips and held her still.
    “Ethan,” he ground out before she could protest. “Not gonna last much longer.”
    Grace jolted as a large hand settled on her hip and Ethan moved behind her.
    “You wait for me,” he said firmly.
    Noah chuckled. “Then hurry the fuck up.”
    Ethan smoothed his palm up the length of her