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“You shouldn’t have fucked me bare!” I yelled, poking his chest with my finger. I was pretty sure he didn’t feel a thing.

He managed to look apologetic. “I know we’re all clean, plus Harley told me you’re on birth control, but I pulled out anyway, just in case.”

“Well you should have fucking asked me!”

“Fuck, I know. I’m sorry. That’s never happened to me before, I got carried away.” He hung his head in shame, and I felt really bad for having a massive rant at him. In truth, I could have said something, but I too was lost in the moment. He turned to leave, but I grabbed his arm.

“It’s fine, I’m OK.” I couldn’t bear the sad look on his face. He looked like a kicked puppy.

Harley rolled his eyes. “Move over, asshole, I need a shower with a happy ending, too.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed me like we’d been apart for months instead of less than 30 minutes.

Despite coming hard once already, my body hopped on board the Harley sex train with abandon. My pussy positively preened when he bent down to lick the water off my breasts, taking a moment to nibble my nipples.

Then he moved south, uncaring of the fact there might still be traces of Quinn’s spunk on my belly.

I parted my thighs and sighed with delight when his tongue delved inside my desperate pussy. It seemed one orgasm was no longer enough to keep me satisfied. Quinn watched from the edge of the cubicle, idly fisting his cock. I wondered if he wanted to join in.

I kinda hoped so. My inner slut was praying all my sexual fantasies starring these two were about to come true.

Chapter 67

Quinn

I was officially pussy-drunk. Never had I ever been this obsessed with a girl. For weeks I’d fantasized about Stella, imagining what fucking her would be like. Harley hadn’t exactly filled us in on all the details, but I could tell from his vastly improved demeanor lately he’d fallen for Stella in a big way. Given how many girls he’d fucked in the last few years, she had to be something special.

Well now I knew. Stella was more than special. She was amazing. So responsive to my touch, so hot. Fucking girls bare wasn’t something I did. I’d never not used a condom. Ever. It was just too dangerous. None of us wanted to end up fathering a kid with a girl we couldn’t stand. Or catching some virulent STD.

Not that I was in any danger of that with Stella. I already knew from Harley that she was on birth control, but it didn’t excuse my behavior. I should have asked her first. I felt pretty fucking ashamed about that, but right now, my primary emotion was lust. Pure and simple.

The way Stella was falling apart on Harley’s tongue was a vision I’d store in my memory forever. As I watched, she threw her head back and cried out, her whole body trembling with pleasure. My balls contracted and I tensed, desperately trying not to come. I wanted to make this last a bit longer, draw out my release.

Harley turned her around so that she faced the wall. She tilted her head in my direction, her pupils blown with lust. All traces of her hangover were long gone, thanks to all the natural endorphins flooding her system.

He thrust inside her, making her shudder with ecstasy. She locked eyes with me as he railed her, every hard thrust causing a soft moan to fall from her lips. I edged closer, needing more than my hand. She must have read my mind for she reached out, grasping my cock in her much smaller fist.

God, it felt good. I leaned against the tiles for some support before my knees buckled. Harley was close to coming, I could tell from the way he sped up, his thrusts growing more erratic.

“Next time, we’ll both fuck you,” I told her. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. “I’ll fuck your ass while he takes your pussy.”

She moaned louder and her fist squeezed my cock tighter. I wrapped my hand around hers and began to thrust, pushing her thumb over the piercing through the crown. Cum leaked out, dripping to the floor.

“Imagine how good my piercing will feel in your tight ass,” I purred, loving the way her cheeks flushed with color. She wanted it. I could read it in her heated eyes. Harley reached down and pinched her clit. She blew apart with a cry and I came with her, spurting cum over both our hands. Harley was a few seconds behind us, reaching his climax with a groan.

The three of us collapsed in a pile on the floor of the shower. Stella leaned back against Harley, her legs across my lap. It was a perfect moment.

Chapter 68

Stella

The cafe where Quinn took us for breakfast served excellent coffee. I couldn’t fault his ability to pick somewhere that served decent espresso. I was not a fan of the big coffee chains. The beans were always stale and the baristas inexperienced. Here, they served coffee made with a delicious light and fruity South American blend of beans. It gave me the caffeine hit I needed and managed to vanquish the lingering remnants of my hangover.

Harley had me tucked into his side while he chatted with Quinn about some show they both liked. Every now and then Quinn glanced at me, obviously checking where my head was at after this morning’s activities, but I was too deep inside my own thoughts to pay much attention to him or the conversation.

Retreating from uncomfortable emotional situations was what I did best and right now, my emotions were all over the place. I didn’t know how I felt about anything.

Last night - and this morning - had been a distraction from the shit show that was my life. The sex had been amazing, and our menage in the shower with Quinn had surpassed all my naughtiest fantasies.

That cock!

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