Page 61 of False Catch

The man I love and the woman I’m falling for. Both of them focused on me, pulling me apart piece by piece.

I hold myself together by sheer will, refusing to give in yet, because I don’t want this moment to end. Not when both of them are on their knees for me, worshipping me with their mouths, showing me everything they can’t say out loud.

Eli pulls back so he can focus on Reese, pulling her leg up over his shoulder as her lips stretch around me, her eyes tearing, spit slicking her mouth. The sound of Eli groaning as he thrusts into her while she sucks me like she was made for it drives me closer and closer to a release I’m not ready for yet.

I grit my teeth, forcing myself not to come. Not yet. I want to stay here, balanced on this knife’s edge, for as long as I can.

I’m close. Too close. If I let them keep going, I’ll come down both their throats in seconds, and that isn’t how I want this to end.

“Enough,” I rasp, tugging them off me with shaking hands. Reese gasps, lips swollen, spit shining down her chin. Eli wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark, chest heaving.

I stumble back a step, forcing myself to breathe. My cock throbs, slick with both their mouths. “Condom,” I manage. My voice is wrecked.

Eli blinks at me, confused, until I stride to the nightstand. Eight guys in this house means stashes everywhere—half of them Beckett’s, I’m sure. My hand closes around a silver foil packet, and I tear it open with my teeth as I return.

Eli’s still kneeling between Reese’s thighs, buried inside her, holding himself up on trembling arms. She’s a mess under him, sweat-slick and gorgeous, eyes half-closed in bliss.

I roll the condom down over my cock, then drop to my knees behind Eli. The sight of him like this—inside her, muscles straining, skin flushed—lights something feral in me. My hands grip his hips before I even think about it.

“Jackson—” His voice is tight, uncertain.

“Trust me,” I growl.

I slide two fingers down, gathering Reese’s slick where she’s stretched around him. The wet heat of it coats me as I press up against his ass, circling before sliding one finger in. He jolts, groaning into Reese’s neck, but doesn’t pull away.

“Relax,” I murmur, curling my finger, working him open. “You’ve done this with me before.”

His laugh is broken, strained. “Not with her underneath me.”

The reminder makes my cock throb. I add a second finger, stretching him, twisting until his breath shudders out in a moan. Reese moans with him, clutching at his back, as if his every sound is wired to her body.

When he’s ready, I line myself up, my hands tight on his hips. “You good?”

“Yeah,” he grits out. “Do it.”

I push forward, slow but steady, sliding into him inch by inch. The heat of him burns, the squeeze nearly undoing me. Eli cries out, his cock jerking inside Reese as I fill him from behind.

“Fuck,” I groan, burying myself to the hilt. “You feel—so fucking tight.”

Eli shudders, his arms trembling as he thrusts deeper into Reese, pushing her up the couch cushions. She gasps, eyes flying open, and the sight of both of us inside her in different ways makes her sob.

We find a rhythm—me driving into Eli, Eli driving into Reese. Every thrust sends shockwaves through the three of us, connected in a way I can’t even process. Eli moans into Reese’s mouth, kissing her between gasps, while I pound into him, each stroke making him push deeper into her.

The sounds fill the room—skin on skin, wet and filthy, Reese crying out, Eli groaning, me growling with each thrust.

Eli’s grip on the couch slips, his forehead pressed to Reese’s shoulder. “I—fuck—I’m close.”

“Give it to her,” I snarl, slamming into him harder, my fingers digging into his hips. “Fill her up.”

He shudders, choking on a moan, and then he’s gone—his cock jerking inside Reese as he spills into her. She gasps, clenching around him, her nails dragging down his back.

The sound he makes wrecks me. Raw. Uncontrolled. Mine.

And Reese—beautiful, messy Reese—takes it all, her eyes rolling back as Eli comes deep inside her.

I grip Eli’s hips, buried to the root, my thighs trembling with the effort not to let go. He’s still pulsing inside Reese, groaning into her neck, sweat dripping down his spine. She’s spread open beneath him, flushed and wrecked, her thighs trembling as she clings to him.

The sight nearly unravels me.