Page 16 of What's Left of Us

The door opens before she can finish her sentence, both of our gazes darting over to it. Sterling walks in and slams the door shut, looking like he just walked out of the shower with his dripping wet hair.

Our gazes meet, his eyes dancing between the two of us. At this point, Sterling walking in during sex is becoming a habit. He has his gun and badge with him, but his shirt is buttoned one button off and there’s a wild look in his eyes that I’m unfamiliar with.

Jo leans into me, her tongue flicking across the shell of my ear. “You invited him in. The lube is in the drawer-”

She moans when I pull her off the wall, pivoting towards him. His hands go to the collar of his shirt, but there’s still a veil of uncertainty there that we’re going to deny him. “The drawer. Get it open.”

“Ever tried anal?” Jo asks, leaning her head back as I fuck her. Without the wall it’s harder, but with another body pushing against my movements it’ll be easier in a minute.

“Once,” Sterling says, moving quickly around the room. I don’t know what he’s doing here, but if he’s jumping in I’m positive his team isn’t close by.

“Trust me, this will be better than anyone you’ve been with before,” I say with a smirk, watching as he opens the drawer and abandons his collar, going for the belt. “Grab the lube. Think of this like a gift. My wife’s ass is a treasure all its own. Don’t make me regret letting you play.”

Sterling’s eyes meet mine as I continue to fuck Jo. I’ve given him the same sort of warning every time. We might share Jo, but in the end she matters to me above all else, and the two of us have a rhythm that’s still developing with other people. We’ve not had someone we liked to bring in this many times since Alastair.

WithAlastair. I might tell Jo otherwise, but I refuse to believe this is the end.

Jo moans as Sterling’s belt jingles, and she’s wrapped herself tightly around me as I bounce her, causing her to miss the show. He eyes us, popping open the bottle of lube and squeezing out a little drop.

I scoff, letting go of one of Jo’s hips to beckon him over. She’s holding tight enough I’m not concerned about dropping her. “Not like that. More. Give me the bottle.”

The thing I like about Sterling is he’s pliable during sex. I can mold him into the perfect pleasure machine for Jo, and it’s fun watching the desire blossom across his face every time he catches us together. He moves closer, handing me the bottle, and I wiggle my fingers to get him to bring me his hand. “Two to start, understand? We’ve had plenty of fun recently, haven’t we, darling? You should be able to stretch her ass before you fuck her.”

He nods, and I narrow my gaze as he takes the bottle back. “Words, Sterling. You have to speak to us so we know you understand.”

Unlike when we talk about the case, he looks lost now. Wetting his lips, he looks between us, and Jo lifts her head to glance at him as the silence drags on. “What do I say?”

I smirk, shifting my grip so I can hold Jo’s hip with one hand and spread her ass with the other. “You say thank you, Sir.”

His eyes darken, and he looks down between us as he speaks. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Now Trauma,” I continue, feeling her tense and shift as he adjusts. “Be a good girl and tell us how good we feel splitting you apart.”

Jo’s eyes meet mine, her jaw falling open as I feel her shudder. I rock my hips gently into her at a leisurely pace, letting her adjust to both of us using her while she’s suspended in the air.

It makes my mind drift to our club in Colorado, and how many useful swings we have in abundance there that might make this task easier.

She sighs, sinking against me, and when I glance over her shoulder I can tell that Sterling is more comfortable now. He’s used to a submissive partner like Jo, but submitting to me throws him off.

“There,” she sighs, wiggling her ass. My cock twitches inside her at the feel, and I know she’s going to keep me right on the edge the entire time. “Like that, Sterling. Stretch me nice and wide.”

He moans, meeting my gaze. I can see his arm moving, feel the motion working against the rhythm I have with Jo, and she trembles in my grip. I’m not going to last long with her pussy gripping me like this. “More lube, Sterling. Soak your cock and you will sink right in. We’ll let you fuck her raw this time too.”

His eyes roll as he follows my directions, squirting out more as I pick up my speed. Jo whimpers and drops her head against me again, turning into a mess as she clenches tighter andtighter around me. She’s holding out for him too, and when he grips her legs I glare at him.

“Over mine,” I tell him, and he adjusts his grip. One hand disappears, and I feel a bit of resistance as I keep fucking Jo’s body, but with a second person behind her it’s easier to give her harder, deeper strokes.

His hands flex on mine, and Jo cries out before throwing her head back so she’s peering up at him, leaning on his chest. Sterling looks down at her as he moves, sinking slowly into her compared to my quicker thrusts.

“Oh god,” Jo gasps, her head rolling on Sterling’s chest so she can watch me. “You two are so much together.”

“And we feel fucking good too,” I tell her with a girn. Behind her head Sterling smiles, but he seems too focused on his thrusts to do much more than that.

“You’re going to split me apart,” she continues, and I’m surprised how much she’s talking this time around. Her eyes keep rolling, and she squirms around between us.

I step closer, so there’s no room left between our three bodies, and lock her gaze with mine. “Right now, Trauma, you can break for me.Us.Let us see you unravel.”

Jo cries out, arching between our bodies, and I feel Sterling sway with her movements. His eyes have bugged out, his grip tightening over mine, and I imagine he’s getting close. Something about letting these men, a killer and a profiler, play with my wife makes me cum extra hard.

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