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I shrug, breathing hard, as Doug continues to flick and tease my nipples. “Better, but not great.”

Lane tugs down Aldo’s underwear, his dick springing free and slapping against his hard stomach. Doug bites down on my shoulder with a moan, and I whimper.

Then his fingers are hooking in my panties, pulling them down over my legs and dropping them to the floor.

“How wet is she?” Lane asks, reaching around and slowly stroking Aldo’s cock.

I gasp as Doug trails his fingers between my legs, holding up his fingers to show them the evidence of my arousal.

“Soaked,” he answers, but his words lack their cocky edge, as though he’s struggling with the intensity of this situation as much as I am.

Lane stands and shoves Aldo down onto the sofa next to us, dropping down between his legs. It’s a mouthwatering sight, Aldo completely naked while Lane is still in his fitted white shirt and pants. Both equally delicious.

Lane runs his hands up Aldo’s thighs, looking up at us, waiting. Doug doesn’t hesitate to stand, moving me onto the sofa beside Aldo, close enough that our naked thighs touch, and dropping to his knees beside Lane.

Lane winks, then looks up at Aldo, who threads his hands in his hair, his hips canting a little as though he can’t wait any longer. Lane obliges, swallowing down Aldo’s cock and causing him to cry out in pleasure. My mouth falls open, but then Doug’s hands are on my thighs, spreading me open. I watch as he closes his eyes briefly, as though steadying himself. Then he dives in.

“Fuck.” I gasp as he pushes his face between my legs, not hesitating to fuck me with his tongue.

I’d forgotten what he’s like. How he devoured me that first night. My fingers grip his hair, pulling him so close I’m a little worried he might suffocate, but he just moans against me, making me tremble more.

When he moves to circle my clit with his tongue, two fingers push inside, pumping roughly, in a fast, relentless rhythm that has me clutching the sofa, my feet scrambling for purchase on the rug.

My attention flits between Doug devouring me like his last meal and Lane feasting on Aldo’s cock beside me. I look at Aldo, to find him doing the same thing, his face contorted as he writhes beneath Lane. It’s like they’re racing to see who can make us come first, and I’m totally okay with that.

Aldo leans his head back against the sofa with a breathy moan and I lean over a little and kiss his jaw. His eyes snap open and he reaches for me, kissing me with a desperation that matches my racing heart.

Our kiss is punctuated by moans and pants as we near the edge, and I wonder whether Aldo’s holding back so Doug can ‘win’. As Doug presses a finger against my ass, pushing against the hole as he sucks at my clit, I cry out against Aldo’s tongue.

My head falls back and Aldo leans forward, sucking my nipple into his mouth. I can’t breathe as Doug adds a third finger to my pussy, his other finger breeching my hole, causing my entire body to jerk. My orgasm is earth shattering, my brain falling offline as Doug continues to fuck my ass and pussy with his fingers. His tongue laps at my clit as I clench around him over and over again, the waves of pleasure showing no sign of slowing.

It’s only as I finally sag, my pants more like whimpers, that Aldo grunts, his jaw clenching as he empties down Lane’s throat, and I watch hungrily as he swallows every last drop.

Doug gently removes his fingers, sitting back on his heels and presses a kiss to my knee. I smile, suddenly aware that Aldo and I are sprawled butt naked on the couch while the other two are fully clothed. I’m also aware that we just dragged Doug into whatever it was that just happened. Although, dragged probably isn’t the right word. He didn’t exactly put up a fight.

“I know what you did.” Lane swipes at his mouth with his arm, narrowing his eyes at Aldo.

Aldo just grins lazily, too sated to care, and I giggle.

“Too many clothes,” I say, pointing between the two of them.

Aldo takes my hand and laces our fingers together between us on the couch. “Agreed.”

Doug stands and pulls his sweater off over his head, while Lane unbuttons his shirt. Both Doug’s jeans and Lane’s pants show the evidence of their arousal and as they shove them down, I bite my lip at the possibilities that lie ahead. They’re both so different, yet equally attractive.

When I found out that they’d had sex, I couldn’t picture it. But as I watch them shed their clothes, their attention fixed on each other, there’s no denying the heat. It’s a strange, angry heat, but it’s there, clear as day.

“Now what, love?” Doug asks, his question directed at me but his eyes still on Lane, as they face off, stark naked.

It’s surreal, sitting, holding hands with Aldo, watching as they eye each other like they’re about to start wrestling. Lane reaches down and gives his hard cock a lazy stroke and Doug’s eyes follow the movement, his jaw tensing.

“I want you two to kiss,” I say, the words falling from my lips without much thought. “I know you’ve done more than that, but I just can’t picture it.”

Lane grins, and as I watch Doug tense in front of me, I open my mouth to take it back. But then, they launch at each other like wild dogs, devouring each other’s mouths with a desperation that has my jaw dropping.

“Holy shit,” Aldo mutters.

I squeeze his hand tighter in response, watching with wide eyes as they fight for dominance, their hands gripping and squeezing every inch of available flesh. Lane grabs a handful of Doug’s ass, pulling him closer and one of them groans, long and low, but I can’t tell who.

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