Page 68 of Lose Me In The Shadows

Conor was ignoring him, as he forced Kara to straddle Luke’s hips and pushed her so her sweet pussy–that Micah wanted back, goddamn it—was giving Luke’s cock attention instead. For a moment though, Micah was happy to watch, to see Luke and Conor sharing, Conor helping Luke, and Kara fully invested. He stroked his cock to her moans and the wet slap of their bodies together as Conor moved her up and down, faster and harder. But he was only content to watch for so long, and so he turned off the water and joined them.

“Why don’t we move this somewhere more comfortable?”

Kara twisted her head to glance at him. Her whole body was flushed, pupils dilated, breasts bouncing.

“I could use somewhere more comfortable. I feel like we’ve only been fucking in bathrooms lately.” She looked to Conor. “You good with that,boss?”

As a Jew, Micah didn’t fully understand the appeal of the Grinch, but he suddenly empathized with him, because in that moment, his heart grew three sizes.

Ours.

Conor chuckled. “Sorry, man,” he told Luke, and lifted Kara off of Luke’s cock before sweeping her up in his arms and carrying her out to the hotel bedroom like a bride.

“Asshole,” Luke muttered, but he was smiling.

Micah couldn’t help himself. He bent over, taking Luke’s delectably hard, long cock in his mouth and sucking deep to the base. Luke placed a gently hand on his head, not guiding, just encouraging.

“You coming?” Kara called from the bedroom.

“Almost,” Luke groaned.

Micah popped his mouth off, helping the taller man to his feet, and then moved out to the bedroom, pausing to take in the delectable sight of Kara on her knees, arms tied behind her back with Conor’s bowtie from earlier, as she deep throated Conor’s cock and he worked her clit with his hand.

“Thanks for waiting,” Luke said, voice dry as they approached the bed.

“You assholes were taking too fucking long,” Conor managed, and Kara seemed to babble around his cock in agreement. To Kara he said, “Release me, greedy girl.”

She didn’t.

Now, that wouldn’t do.

A look passed between the three men, and Micah climbed onto the bed, grabbing Kara by the hair and pulling her head back so she had to let go of Conor’s cock. She whined, and Micah marveled at how his baby girl could be both a strong ass, take no shit, manipulative and violent woman, and a spoiled sex princess.

She contained multitudes, one of the things he…liked best about her.

Liked.Right.

The three of them had never done this before, shared a woman like this. It felt monumental, for all of them to be inside her at once, even if the logistics briefly stymied him.

Not Conor, though.

“Micah, on the bed,” he ordered.

Oh, yes. This is exactly what he wanted. He obeyed, laying down on the bed and adjusting Kara so she straddled him, hovering over his cock. He teased her with it but didn’t thrust inside.

“Tease.” Her growl was about as effective as an angry kitten’s.

He reached up and cradled her head in his, pulling her down to kiss him and silence her complaint.

“Luke, behind her,” Conor said.

Luke grinned, grabbing Kara’s hips in his hands and helping Micah tease her. She strained against him, but trapped between them, her arms tied behind her back, she couldn’t do anything. And she loved it, like Micah knew she would, drenching the tip of his cock in her wetness.

“Stop kissing,” Conor ordered Micah again. “I have another job for those pretty mouths.”

Micah eagerly broke away from her mouth, turning to glance at Conor, who kneeled over the two of them, holding his cock with his right hand and directing it so it hung just out of reach. Micah wanted it, but what’s more, he wanted to work it with Kara, get Conor off as a team.

“Lube,” Conor said.

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