Pucking Around (Jacksonville Rays, #1)

by Emily Rath

Jake smooths his hands over my ass, his fingers curling under the string of my thong. He gives an almighty jerk, tearing them clean off me. Reaching around, he stuffs them in Caleb’s pocket. “Spread for me, baby,” he murmurs. I shuffle my feet wider as he puts pressure on my back, bending me forward a bit. The angle brings me that much closer to Caleb’s face. “You’re so beautiful,” Jake says, reaching between my legs to sink his fingers into me. I know what he’s doing—he’s using my wetness to lube his cock. I’m so ready to go again. I want this man inside me. I want Caleb to watch. “God, you make we wild, baby,” he pants. “Stop talking and do it,” Caleb growls, his eyes still on me. “You want me to stop talking too?” I tease. “Why don’t you put my mouth to work.” “Don’t mouth off, and you’ll get exactly what you want,” he replies, his eyes molten. “Hold still,” Jake pants. “Fuck—baby—” He’s got his hand and his dick between my legs, his tip rubbing at my entrance, before I spread a bit more and he’s able to notch in. I gasp, sinking down on his tip. “Oh, right there—” “Fuck—hold still—” Jake slips his hand out, bending his knees, and then he’s lifting up and in at once, impaling me on his cock. The fullness slams through me, lifting me up on my toes.