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I can’t look away, let alone move, as he keeps his eyes trained, his lips curving to a salacious grin, as his eyes roam over my body.

“Touch yourself,” he commands.

I don’t know if he’s talking to Noah or me, but it’s as though my hand has a mind of its own as I reach between my thighs, my naked core wet and wanting.

I glance between Noah and Caleb. Noah has his fist wrapped around his dick, straining with every stroke, and I slide a finger into my hot, waiting core, my lips parting on a low, deep moan.

“That’s it, now fuck your hand.”

Noah and I are Caleb’s puppets, each adhering to his commands, and yet I shouldn’t even be here. I intruded on their private moment.

“I won’t ask again.”

I am equally scared and turned on, not because I’m afraid he will hurt me but because I’m nervous about letting go of my inhibitions. My body is coiled so tight. I know the moment I do as he says, my release won’t be far behind.

And once I do this, there is no going back. It will make everything leading up to this very real.

I could force myself to walk away, return to my room, and act like I hadn’t witnessed one of the hottest things in my life, but there would be no point. We’ve all been dancing around this for weeks, and I know that neither of these men will hurt me. My body is safe with them. My heart, on the other hand, that’s a question for another day.

Biting on my bottom lip, I stop thinking and let myself feel, parting my legs when I add a second finger, hooking them inside as I begin to ride the palm of my hand, my clit a sensitive bundle of nerves.

My eyes drift closed, and two pairs of stormy eyes stare back when I open them.

Caleb is ruthlessly fucking Noah, his balls slapping against his arse as Noah fists his cock with abandon. I whimper. I’m so fucking wet, my insides a quivering mess in need of a release. It’s right there on the edge, begging to be set free. My free hand reaches out for the doorframe, my legs almost buckling with the intensity of the moment.

“That’s it, Jessica, fuck your hand as though you were fucking Noah’s face while I fuck his arse.” Caleb’s voice is a deep tenor against my very core.

Because both of those things sound so forbidden, my ex never gave me oral, and he sure as hell never went near my arse, and yet he loved it when I gave him head.

“Whatever you’re thinking, let it go. You’re here, and it’s just the three of us,” Noah says, his voice strained. Even from here, I see the head of his engorged dick, hard and ready for release.

And he’s right. They’re proof that there is nothing wrong with both giving and receiving where pleasure is involved.

“Oh fuck,” I hiss out as I start fucking my hand.

I hear one of them growl, but I can’t be sure. This entire situation is so surreal that I can no longer think straight.

My orgasm is right there, on a precipice, ready to freefall.

“Come for me now, both of you,” Caleb says, followed by a deep, loud groan.

Noah throws his head back, his dick swells right before he comes all over his hand. It keeps coming in short spurts, spilling onto the wooden floor. The sight has my breath stalling in my chest as I crest the orgasm ripping through me. My legs give out, and I fall to the floor, the soft rug a blessing beneath my knees as I convulse a wet hot release dripping all over my hand.

“Fuck,” I say on a breathy exhale.

And then Caleb roars and I look up, my entire body shaking as he throws his head back and cums deep inside of Noah, who twitches from the force.

ChapterTwenty-Seven

CALEB

I don’t think I have ever come so fucking hard before, my release relentless, my cum overflowing as I pull out of Noah. Leaning over, I kiss the nape of his neck and stroke the length of his spine, damp with sweat.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask.

I like to fuck hard, and it’s so easy to get lost in him. It’s why aftercare is so important to me.

“No, I loved it,” he says. His body is still shuddering from the aftermath of my harsh fucking.

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