Page 55 of Third Wheel

Their pretty little subbie was floating in subspace; Zach was fairly certain of it. His eyes caught Kincaid’s gaze over her bare back, both of their cocks buried inside her. He could see the pleasure on his boyfriend’s face, see the satisfaction from ajob well done… watch as Kincaid’s features tightened, his eyes closing.

Amy hummed as Kincaid groaned, her pussy tightening around Zach’s cock as his boyfriend came down her throat.

Fuck, that was so fucking hot.

As hot as her pussy. As hot as the surface of her ass as he pressed against it from behind, the base of the plug bumping against his body.

He could only imagine what it would be like to have her between them, one of them in her pussy, the other in her ass. Feeling her writhing against them, clenching around them simultaneously.

Even though Kincaid had had his cock in her a lot earlier than Zach, he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to last much longer than his boyfriend.

She was too hot. Her pussy felt too good. And finally sharing her with Kincaid… finally being buried inside her… thinking about all the filthy things he wanted to do with them…

“Fuck.”

As Kincaid disengaged, stepping back and stroking Amy’s hair, Zach no longer had to worry about her choking on his boyfriend’s dick. Gripping her hips, he started fucking her harder, faster, letting out all the pent-up need he’d collected over the months of scening with her but never sexually. He was aware of Kincaid watching, of his boyfriend’s appreciation of Amy’s whimpers and moans of pleasure, of the sight she and Zach made while he took her from behind.

Letting go of Amy so she could rest her head on the desk, Kincaid came around the desk. Zach felt his muscles tense as his boyfriend moved behind him. Kincaid’s hand cupped his ass, his finger sliding between Zach’s cheeks, and he automatically bent forward, groaning as Kincaid’s finger teased his entrance.

“Make her cum again for me.”

Kincaid’s order sent a shiver through him.

Sliding his hand between Amy and the desk, he pressed his fingers against her sloppy clit. She made a sobbing noise, her body stiffening beneath his, pussy clenching around him.

He circled his fingers, drawing back to thrust in, while Kincaid’s finger still rubbed against the entrance to his own ass, his palm cupping Zach’s ass. The image of himself in this position with Amy, but with Kincaid behind him, fucking Zach’s ass while he fucked Amy, popped into his head.

Sheer lust rocked him, and he slammed into Amy hard, his fingers rubbing circles around her clit. She sobbed out in ecstasy, her pussy spasming around his cock as he held himself still, emptying himself inside her.

“Oh, fuck…” he groaned. “Oh, fuck.”

Kincaid pressed a kiss to the back of his neck as his cock throbbed inside of Amy.

It felt like everything he’d ever wanted.

Kincaid

Carrying Amy to their door—they’d done aftercare at the club, but she’d fallen asleep while they were cuddling her and stayed asleep for the ride home—Kincaid paused to wait while Zach got the door unlocked and open. Definitely one of the benefits of there being two of them. He didn’t have to try to figure out how to handle their passed-out subbie on his own with the door.

Zach gave her a fond look as Kincaid passed him, holding the door open.

“She’s really out of it, isn’t she?”

“I think she needed it.” Kincaid got her through the door without banging her head or her feet.

“She definitely needed it,” Zach murmured.

Kincaid headed toward the hallway with their bedrooms. Behind him, he could hear Zach closing and locking the door before following them all the way down the hall and into her room. Which was good because that’s where Kincaid had to pause.

They’d had threesomes before, but they’d never taken the third home with them. Aftercare ended at the club, not in their guest bedroom.

Still holding her curled up against his chest, her head on his shoulder, legs draped over his arm, Amy was fully clothed. The corset was loose on her, but it wasonher. Putting her into bed like this felt wrong. So did undressing her without her consent.

Yes, they’d just seen her naked and had their hands all over her and their dicks inside her, but that had been at the club where they’d talked about what they could do. Where there were clear boundaries. Now they were home, and the lines were fuzzy, and she was in no place to be able to communicate what she wanted.

“Do we put her in pajamas?” he asked Zach.

His boyfriend hesitated, dark eyes widening. Kincaid could practically hear him going through the entire thought process that Kincaid had just gone through.

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