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As I find my rhythm and push Shane close to his own release, Linc sucks rapidly on my clit and sends me hurtling unexpectedly over that ledge, a powerful orgasm unfurling through me. I groan around Shane as he slips from my mouth, my body contracting around the center of my pleasure, my thighs squeezing around Linc. He laps up my cum, licking me through the lingering pulses of ecstasy before sliding out from under me.

Breathing heavily and feeling dazed, I look up to find Shane watching me intently as he strokes his cock. Pre-cum drips from the head and over his fingers.

“What do you say to Linc?” he demands, voice ragged. He’s so close.

I glance back to find Linc kneeling behind me, bare-chested and smirking with a heavy-lidded gaze. He walks forward on his knees until I can lean against him, and I sag against his muscled chest. We fit together perfectly.

“Thank you,” I breathe.

Linc’s hands smooth down my upper arms as he leans forward to trail open-mouthed kisses up my neck. Shane steps toward us, a feral gleam in his eyes that has my greedy cunt paying attention, even as the effects of my first release sit heavy in my limbs.

“Hold still, baby. I’m going to paint those gorgeous tits before I fuck that pretty pink pussy.”

Chapter 17

Shane

It made sense that Linc was a little obsessed with Lex. As I watched that satisfied smile curve her lips while she leaned back in his arms, my cum dripping down her chest and stomach, I got it. Lex Livingston was a goddamn masterpiece. So strong and sure of herself, and yet so willing to obey, to surrender, to let us own her pleasure.

Linc kissed her neck and ear as I came, and after he looked up at me with a smirk, the smug asshole. The unspoken message was clear: I told you. And he fucking had. After their run the other day, he sat his ass down at the dining table, and announced to Dec and me: “Lex wants to know more about sharing, and I’m pretty sure she’s your dream sub.” I just couldn’t quite believe how right he’d been.

She didn’t give an inch outside of the bedroom. Not a goddamn inch. Even when we negotiated this fucking scene, she remained the picture of calm, controlled poise. Unruffled, unashamed, confident. And to see that woman, that fucking goddess, on her knees and covered in my cum? It made me feral.

“Look at that mess all over you,” I rasp. “You love it, don’t you? You love being our dirty girl.”

Her eyes flutter closed as she squirms against Linc, who’s still kissing and nibbling up and down her neck. His hands are splayed on her hips, careful not to smudge my handiwork. Not because he gives a shit it’s my cum, but because he knows I have plans for my art.

“Do you need someone to clean you?”

She looks up at me through hooded eyes as I kneel before her, my hands on her toned thighs. Her lower lip folds between her teeth as she hums lazily. Linc and I lock gazes for a moment, then both still. He lifts his lips from her skin, and I remove my hands. Her brows furrow and she whimpers in protest.

“I can’t hear you,” I say, cocking my head.

Her lust-filled gaze clears a bit as she swallows thickly, then finds her voice. “Yes, please. I need someone to clean me, sir.”

“Whose tongue do you want on you?” I demand.

“Yours, please, sir,” she moans as Linc licks the hollow of her throat.

Desire pricks my skin and my cock twitches as I lean closer. “You want both our mouths on you at once, don’t you?”

She takes a ragged breath as I lick the cum from above her navel with slow, short strokes.

“Fuck, yes.” Writhing, she gasps as I sweep my tongue up to the valley between her breasts. “May I touch you, please?”

I growl against her skin, so fucking pleased she asked first. “You really are a good girl, aren’t you? Yes, Lex, you can touch me, touch Linc. We want to feel you.”

Linc murmurs in agreement as her body relaxes further. She settles more deeply against him, reaching one arm up to loop behind his head and hold him against her. Her other hand slips around my shaved head, her fingernails lightly scraping across my scalp. I groan in appreciation as I run my hands up her sides to cup her breasts, moving to lick the white rivulets off her supple skin.

Lex arches up into my mouth as I close my lips around her nipple, swirling my tongue around her and sucking it into my mouth. The sounds she makes are the sweetest encouragement. She’s so goddamn responsive. I want to see how she reacts to everything–the sting of my hand on her ass, the little round bruises of my fingertips digging into her hips, the harsh mark of my mouth on her neck.

I move to her other breast, trailing one hand down her body to cup her pussy as I do. My fingers meet Linc’s, and we move in unison to stroke her wet lips.

“Oh, god,” she gasps, her body tightening between us.

“What is it?” Linc asks, one hand wrapping around her throat as the other teases her pussy lips in time with mine. “Tell us what we do to you, beautiful.”

“Fuck,” she whimpers. “It’s so much, feeling both of you…like that.” Her hips buck. “Overwhelming.”

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