Page 40 of Power's Fall

The sound drew his spouses’ attention as they glanced in his direction.

Montana lifted his head but retained his grip on Dahlia’s breasts, cupping them in his large hands.

“Lay her down on the bed.” Vadisk considered adding more details, trying to figure out which position offered him the best vantage point.

Before he could say more, Montana took care of it, laying Dahlia sideways across the bed. That way, Vadisk would have a clear view of what Montana was doing.

“Touch her.” Vadisk’s voice was husky with need.

Montana was halfway there before he even finished speaking, drawing his finger through Dahlia’s slit. Her hips lifted toward the too-soft touch and her breathing became choppier, shallower.

“Soaking wet,” Montana said, lifting his finger so Vadisk could see the shine of her arousal on it.

Before Vadisk could issue the next command, Montana took his finger into his mouth, sucking it clean. Vadisk was three hard pulls in before he managed to stop himself, the tip of his cock dripping with precome.

Shit. Time to move things along, or he was going to come before Dahlia and Montana even got started.

“Take her clit into your mouth,” Vadisk demanded. “Give it the same treatment you just gave her nipples.”

“Yes,” Dahlia hissed.

Montana slipped off the bed, grasping Dahlia’s thighs to drag her until her ass was right at the edge of the mattress. Kneeling between her outstretched legs, he glanced over at Vadisk. “Move two steps to the right.”Montana tilted his head to where he wanted him to go. “You’ll have a better view.”

Vadisk wanted to assure Montana this view was deadly enough to his libido, but his feet were moving before his mouth could form the words. He was doing a lot of negotiating with himself, reassuring himself that even with his pants around his thighs, even moving a few steps away from the door, he could still get to the hall if he needed to. No more concessions, he decided, only half certain he could follow that directive.

Still standing in the shadows, Vadisk had to swallow deeply as he took in the sight of Dahlia’s perfect pussy.

Then Montana lowered his head and drew her clit into his mouth. Dahlia jerked slightly at the first touch, as if she’d received a shock. Then her legs fell farther apart, her body undulating as Montana used the flat of his tongue, driving her arousal higher.

She needed more.

Vadisk swallowed heavily. “Touch yourself. Push two fingers inside, Dahlia. Show us how you like it. Fast and hard? Slow and steady? Rough?”

Montana lifted his head, replacing his tongue with his thumb on her clit, shifting slightly to ensure Vadisk had the perfect view.

With his other hand, Montana reached down, grasping his cock, tugging and pulling it the same way Vadisk was.

As Dahlia drove three fingers inside herself, Vadisk realized he and Montana were matching her speed, stroking themselves.

Vadisk imagined it was his cock buried balls deep, fucking her to oblivion.

Dahlia’s hips gyrated as she added a fourth finger, her eyes pressed tightly closed, her breathing labored.

“God,” she gasped when Montana began stroking her clit faster.

“I’m close,” Montana confessed, a hint of pain in his voice.

Vadisk jerked his dick harder, running his forefinger over the head with each return, precome coating it. His balls were full and tight and…

“Fuck,” he muttered, his climax imminent.

His curse was the catalyst as Dahlia’s back arched and she cried out, coming hard. Montana was a mere second behind her, his free hand landing on her thigh, squeezing it as he came as well.

That was all Vadisk saw before his vision grayed out, the room going fuzzy around the edges. Catching his come with one hand, he continued to stroke himself with the other, drawing out every drop of pleasure. He leaned heavily against the wall, locking his knees to keep himself upright.

For several moments, the only sound in the room was the three of them fighting to regain their breath.

When the brain fog lifted, he focused his attention on his spouses, his lovers. Montana was still kneeling on the floor at Dahlia’s feet. He’d grabbed some tissues from the box on the nightstand. After cleaning his hands, he lowered his head, placing a soft kiss on Dahlia’s inner thigh. She giggled, and Vadisk wondered if she was ticklish or just happy.

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