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I go slow, taking my time and enjoying the way she loses control with every pass of my fingers. In my peripheral vision, Quentin is stroking his cock slowly while he watches us.

“Use your tongue,” he says, and I don't hesitate. I settle between her thighs, and even though I’m slightly nervous I’ll be terrible at this after twenty years of not doing it, I dive right in.

Kat moans as I run my tongue up her slit and focus on her clit. Her reactions tell me I’m doing something right, and my confidence picks up as I eat her pussy with reckless abandon.

I’m not sure how long it is until the bed dips beside me with Quentin’s weight, and then his hand is in my hair, gripping it against my scalp and using just enough pressure to force me to keep going.

“Fuck,” Quentin half-whispers. “Just like that. Make her come.”

I double my efforts, flicking my tongue over Kat's clit and slipping two fingers inside her. I know she’s close with the way her hips move and the way she moans.

“Don't stop,” she gasps. “Please, don't stop.”

I don't. I can't. I'm lost in the taste of her, in the feel of Quentin's hand in my hair as he urges me on. He’s still stroking himself, only adding to the frenetic energy passing between the three of us.

Kat comes with a sharp cry, her thighs clamping around my head as her whole body shakes. My jaw is sore, but I don’t let up until I’m sure I’ve given her every last bit of pleasure I possibly can.

When I finally pull back, Quentin is tugging at my hair, pulling me up for a kiss, and it turns me on even more knowing he can taste Kat on my lips.

His hands dip between my legs, where I’m already wet and needy.

“I need you,” I say, rocking my hips against his too-gentle touch.

“Not yet,” Quentin taunts. He trails his fingers up my stomach, teasing my breasts. “You'll get what I give you when I give it to you. I’m the one in charge here.”

I fake a pout, but he lays me down beside Kat, who seems to be recovering from her orgasm rather quickly.

He touches me torturously slowly, teasing me, and Kat joins in a moment later, taking one of my nipples in her mouth and sucking.

It doesn’t take long before I’m panting and desperate for any sort of friction between my legs.

Kat kisses me while Quentin's fingers return to my clit, rubbing slow circles and building up my desperation. I moan into Kat's mouth as my muscles tense. I’m so fucking close, but Quentin is keeping me right on the edge and it’s maddening.

“Fuck,” Quentin groans. “I need to be inside you.”

“Please.”

He doesn't hesitate. In one swift motion, he positions himself above me and pushes his cock inside me, stretching me, filling me completely. I cry out at the suddenness of it, and my inner muscles clench around him.

Kat's hand slides between my legs, her palm against my clit and her fingers tight around the base of Quentin’s cock. It might be the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt, and from the way Quentin groans, I think he might feel the same.

Quentin fucks me hard and fast while Kat manages to work both of us with her hand. He drives into me over and over again, and the bed creaks under the force of his movements.

I’m already at the precipice, ready to let go and give in to the overwhelming pleasure.

“Harder,” I gasp. “Fuck me harder.”

He obliges, pounding into me like his life depends on it, and the sound of skin against skin fills the room alongside our heavy breathing and moans of pleasure. That last bit of tension in my core pushes me over the edge, and I come hard.

I cry out just before Kat captures my lips with her own, and I whimper into her mouth as I convulse around Quentin’s erection.

“You feel so good coming on my cock,” Quentin says in stuttered breaths right before he pulses and spills into me.

We collapse into a tangle of limbs, with Kat’s head on my shoulder and my hand in Quentin’s. Eventually, the overwhelm subsides, and it’s then that I find myself thinking,Nothing’s ever felt so right.

CHAPTER 12

KAT

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