Page 32 of Room One Hundred and Eleven

“Of course, beauty.” I let her suck my finger for a few seconds, thrilled when she mimics Aiden’s motions on Knox’s dick. “Take as much as you can. Be greedy. We love that.”

I stroke Aiden a time or two, just enough to tease him, not to shorten his time in the heaven between Poppy’s legs. Then I line him up and send him home.

As he sinks deeper and deeper, groaning with each forward motion, I rub circles over Poppy’s clit. Aiden’s abs sandwich my hand to Poppy’s soft stomach as he leans forward to suck Aiden’s cock while he fucks our beauty to another orgasm.

Focused on pleasing his partners—his ultimate passion—he holds out far longer than Knox.

Poppy’s come twice before his hips begin to twitch, his stride hitching as he pumps into her.

He chokes on Aiden’s dick, which is fully hard again.

“Let go, Aiden.” I pull him off Knox. “You’ll have to wait for some other time to drink him. We need that.”

As if shaken back to reality, Aiden stares down at Poppy. She’s returning his gaze with her own, filled with awe and adoration, quivering as he delivers reliable, smooth ecstasy.

“Are you going to fall with him, beauty?” I ask her, running my fingers through her hair before leaning in to draw on the spot just below her ear.

She arches into our hold. “Yes!”

“Take her with you Aiden.” I flick my stare to him, daring him to disobey my command. He’s too good of a boy for that.

He swivels his hips, making sure to rub the base of his cock over her clit as he pounds into her with the speed and intensity she seems to prefer most from him.

And when Knox leans down to kiss her, pinning her hands above her head, she flies.

Screams rain around us, impossible for Aiden to resist.

He throws his head back and curses, the cords in his neck standing out in the candlelight as he surrenders. His abs ripple in time to the jets of come he unleashes in our beauty.

The pulsing of his balls ensures he’s unloading every drop of rapture he can inside her.

I raise her hips, shoving a pillow under her ass to keep her tilted enough that only the barest trickle runs out of her when Aiden finally retreats.

Even that’s too much. I scoop up every bit and push it back into her steaming depths. Velvety wetness hugs my finger. Though I want to taste it—or better, bury my face in her and eat it all out—I don’t, giving her every bit.

“Swap.” I assist Aiden, clasping him to my chest until he can manage to kneel upright above Poppy’s head, straddling her shoulders.

Knox practically dives between her limp legs, tossing them over his shoulders as he gets back to work.

Poppy sighs when he slides home, the come inside her easing the way for Knox’s cock.

This time, she doesn’t wait for Knox to return the favor for Aiden.

She cranes her neck, sucking lightly on Aiden’s balls as he floats down from his epic orgasm.

And only when he starts to grunt softly, and she begins to make needy sounds in time to Knox’s slow glides within her, does Knox lean forward and add his mouth to the mix.

I could watch them do this all night, and apparently do.

Even I’ve lost track of the number of times their ecstasy has reverberated off the walls when we’re interrupted during one of our lengthening sessions.

A knock comes on the door. “Gentlemen, the club is closing in twenty minutes.”

We did it. We made it all night.

Knox groans. “I’m done, Carter. Tapping out.”

“Good boy.” I crush my mouth to his, swallowing his tongue and the taste of Knox and Poppy’s combined flavors there. “Daddy will finish for you.”

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