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Lane pulls off my dick, working me slowly with his hand instead, as Joy falls back on the sofa, to finish pulling off her leggings. “Bedroom?”

“Fuck, yes,” I say, my hips thrusting a little into his teasing strokes.

He releases me with a grin, and I stand, pressing a brief kiss to his lips before turning and scooping Joy up off the sofa. She squeals, clinging to me like a koala as I carry her into the bedroom, aware of Lane close behind. In this position, it would be so easy to just let Joy sink down onto me, and as she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me hard, I have to grip her tight, so I don’t give into temptation.

When we reach the bed, I lay her down, but she immediately moves to her knees and reaches for me.

“What do you want?” she asks, smoothing her hands down my chest and then teasing her fingers along my cock.

My breath catches in my throat as Lane closes in behind me, placing his hands on my waist and nipping at his neck. His heavy cock rests against my ass and I push back against him, my blood thrumming at his answering groan.

“What do you mean?” I manage.

“Because this is about cheering you up.” Joy bends and laps at the head of my cock, looking up at me from under her eyelashes. “So, tell us. What do you want?”

“Fuck.” My eyes drift shut, my head falling back against Lane’s shoulder, as he lightly traces his fingers over my chest and Joy takes more of me into her mouth. Everything feels so damn good, I can hardly hold a coherent thought straight in my head. “I don’t know.”

“Maybe we should give you some space to think about it.” Lane takes a step back and I swear I almost fucking whimper at the loss of touch.

Joy sits back on her heels looking up at me expectantly, and my skin heats as my desires settle, leaving one resting above the others. I swallow hard, turning to Lane, who’s slowly fisting his cock as he waits.

“I want you to fuck me,” I say, the words little more than an exhale. Lane’s eyes flash and I swallow again before turning to Joy. “And I want you at the same time.”

Joy just licks her lips before looking at Lane for direction. “How?”

Lane steps forward and kisses her, his broad frame easing her backwards onto the bed. I watch, heart racing, as he flicks his tongue over her nipples before straightening and pushing her legs apart.

“Eat her out,” he says to me. “If you make her come twice, you get my dick as a reward.”

My eyes widen at his words, but he just grins and walks around the bed to his nightstand. I drag my eyes back to Joy, and immediately groan at the sight of her splayed out before me. She’s perfection. Kneeling at the end of the bed, I pull her hips forward and lick my way between her folds, reveling in the sound of her gasp and the feeling of her fingers twisting in my hair.

I’m aware of Lane kneeling behind me, but I bury myself between Joy’s legs, focusing on my task of making her writhe with pleasure on my tongue. When a slick finger pushes between my crease, pressing gently against my hole, I tense, my heart leaping into my throat.

“Relax,” Lane murmurs against my ear, his other hand stroking up and down my spine. “Concentrate on making our girl come.”

Our girl.I like that. I hook Joy’s legs over my shoulders, fucking her with my tongue until she arches on the bed, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling me against her as she moans.

Lane swears softly against my shoulder blade, circling his finger around my hole before easing the tip inside. It’s not the first time. Doug and I fooled around a little during blowjobs, but knowing this is heading somewhere new has my heart racing. Lane pushes his finger all the way in, and as he slowly starts to fuck me with it, I moan against Joy. She gasps, her grip on my hair almost painful.

Joy’s legs tremble against my shoulders and I ease off just a little, pushing two fingers inside her. With a flick of my tongue against her sensitive clit, she cries out, her body stiffening as she clenches around my fingers.

“Oh my fuck, Aldo. Yes!”

I rest my head against her thigh to catch my breath, slowing the pulsing of my fingers as she whimpers.

Then, Lane pushes a second finger in with his first and I hiss at the stretch. His hand grips my chin, turning me so he can kiss me, and I groan against his tongue as he licks the taste of Joy from my mouth while fucking me with his fingers.

All too soon, he pulls away and places a hand on my back, pushing me down toward Joy’s still-trembling body.

“One more, Rossi,” he says. “One more and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll see stars.”

My entire body shudders at his promise and I return to Joy with the eagerness of a starving man. Her body jolts, her hands gripping the comforter as I work my tongue in tandem with my fingers, my eyes rolling at the feeling of Lane scissoring his fingers before easing in a third.

I moan loudly against Joy’s pussy at the intrusion, and her fingers find their way to my hair again, pulling me closer. I’m in fucking heaven. I bury myself between her legs, lapping and sucking, and when Lane curls his fingers, grazing my prostate, the deep groan that reverberates through my body can probably be heard from the street.

“Fuck.” Joy whimpers. “Aldo, I’m so fucking close. Don’t stop.Fuck. Please . . .”

Reaching blindly, my free hand finds her breasts, and when I pinch her nipples the effect is instant. Joy whimpers my name over and over, her entire body shaking as she comes hard. She’s fucking soaked and my chest fills with pride, but I don’t have more than a second to bask in my success before Lane removes his fingers and pulls me to my feet.

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