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“I’m not going to touch your cock,” I say gently.
He relaxes and lets me advance on him. He’s exhausted, his body moving with uncharacteristic weight, like his muscles have given up, and I make a mental note to set this as the new bar for his level of satisfaction.
Cara shifts so she can see us, a spark of curiosity in her eye as she comes back from semi-consciousness. Her beautiful freckled thighs are still parted, the huge stain on the cushion between her legs the best proof of a job well done I could ever imagine.
But now it’s my turn.
I slam Dane face-forward into the bookshelves. He puts out his hands to brace himself, and his knuckles turn white when I start to kiss my way across the back of his neck. I run my hands along his muscular back, which flexes in response to my touch.
“This is going to be for me,” I whisper against his skin. I’ve edged myself long enough. Both my lovers have had spectacular orgasms. It’s my fucking turn.
He drops his forehead to the wooden shelf in surrender, like he knows there’s no point even pretending to fight it. And why would he? He wants this as bad as I do. I know he does.
I force his legs apart. Cara sits up all the way in my peripheral vision, scrambles to the edge of the couch so she can get a better view, cum still oozing down her thighs.
His ass cheeks flex against my palm as I run my hand over each one with care. My heart flutters, because even though I’m no stranger to anal, this feels different.
Itisdifferent.
I look down at my cock and frown.This isn’t enough lube.Not to do it right. I glance around, desperately wishing we’d stayed on the yacht where the cabin was stocked with enough lube to service the marine corps, when I see a bottle of walnut oil on a bottom shelf.Thank God for cleaners who use natural furniture polish.I pull the lid off with my mouth and spit it to the side.
Dane quivers, and I realize he’s nervous.
“Have you done this before?” I ask him.
He clears his throat. “Um… just fingers. With girls.”
More precum oozes out of my dick with excitement. I’ll be his first.The way it should be.I squirt some of the oil onto my palm and without warning, push my hand between his ass cheeks.
He jumps but I hush him as I slide my sideways-palm all over, slicking him up so he’s ready for me. When he’s good and slippery, I press my middle finger gently to his asshole.
“Oh FUCK,” he groans as I slip right in with no resistance. He’s flexing around me but trying not to fight the invasion, trying to relax for me, trying to let me in.
I pump gently and the string of curses that comes out of his mouth blows me away. I hear Cara let out a little huff of pleasure.
I circle his asshole, teasing him open. “Do you like watching this Cara?” I say.
“I could watch this all fucking day,” she says, voice husky.
“Come here,” I tell her, and she does, her legs wobbly, using the chaise to keep her upright. “Get a better view, baby.”
She sinks to the floor at our feet, her back to the bookshelves, and spreads her legs for us. Her pussy is pink, and plump, and swollen from our cocks.
I rub my oiled palm over my dick twice—any more and I’ll come—and notch myself against his ass.
“This is for me,” I say out loud.
And then I push myself inside of him.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Cara
I won’t be ableto walk tomorrow.
I’ve never felt anything like it, being stretched wide fucking open around two perfect cocks. My insides turned themselves inside out, and then did it all over again. I squirted everywhere, soaked the fucking furniture,possiblybriefly died. And now I’m watching the two hottest men I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life fuck each other.
Did I actually die? Is this heaven?
