Page 149 of Charlie

"I need to touch you," I half sob. "Taste you. Become part of you."

Jack nods to Cam, and he pulls the dress from my arms. I push myself up, ripping the last button from his shirt as I hastily open it to reveal his abdomen. I press my lips against him, nibbling a line down to his waistband. I fumble clumsily with his belt, my fingers shaking with need. He takes over, unbuckling and unbuttoning quickly. I unzip his pants slowly, holding my breath as I pull his boxers down. His shaft is thick and smooth, veins riding under his skin like underground rivers, and I want to fucking drown. My fingers dig into his hip as I lick him from base to tip. He hisses, pushing on my chin with his thumb until my mouth opens and he can slide past my lips. I push myself forward, taking in all of him, choking until he jerks back with a curse.

"Not tonight, Charlotte. Tonight is about you."

"Good. Now get back here, and let me taste you."

"No," he growls, picking up his tie from the floor. Before I can protest, he wraps it around my thighs, expertly tying a knot. "Much better," he chuckles, meeting my indignant stare with sparkling eyes. Without warning, he picks me up by the waist and flips me over. I struggle in his grip, self-conscious of how far my ass is sticking up in the air. "Do I need to tie your hands behind your back, too?" Jack asks gruffly, holding me in place.

I freeze, my chest heaving, so fucking turned on I can barely breathe. I can’t see Cam or Lach, but the heat of their gazes caressing my body.

Jack palms my ass, squeezing and spreading my cheeks, his breath caressing my skin. He runs his tongue up the inside of one cheek, barely grazing my asshole, and then down the other side. Dipping down to push into my pussy, making me gasp before repeating the motions. On the next pass, he swirls his tongue over my clit, giving it some attention before sliding back up. I press back against him as his tongue slides over my ass, desperately needing something I can’t put into words. He groans, spreading me wider, feathering his tongue around and around before flattening it against me.

"Jack," I beg.

"Tell me what you fucking want, Charlotte," he demands. "The truth this time."

I bury my face in the bed, embarrassed.

I moan when he laps at me, squirming in his grip, pushing my ass back as far as I can to get him to do what I want. What I need.

"Tell me."

Fuck. I cover my face with my hands, my cheeks burning. "Fuck me, Jack."

"With what?" he grinds out, the roughness of his beard abrading sensitive skin as he bites one of my ass cheeks.

"Your tongue," I whisper, barely able to hear the words myself.

"Where?" He demands, leaving no room for shyness.

"My ass." The moment the words are out of my mouth, his tongue slides over me, pushing into me, his moan vibrating through my core. He swirls his tongue around the tight ring of muscle, encouraging me to relax before plunging in deeper.

Oh, God. Why does this feel so wrong and so fucking right? I whimper as he pulls out, only to end in a guttural cry as he stretches me again, his hand reaching around to my clit. He stops as soon as I start writhing against him, leaning over me, his lips hot against my ear.

"Are you ready, Charlotte?"

"Yes," I moan. He slips the tie from my legs and climbs onto the bed, sitting down with his back against the headboard. I approach him on my hands and knees, so focused on getting his cock in my mouth that I don’t expect it when he flips me over.

"Easy," he murmurs, his hands tight on my thighs, suspending me over his cock. He flexes his hips, making his cock slip to the front of my body. My clit rides over his shaft as he moves me against him, teasing me until I can’t take it anymore. I grab him in my fist and impale myself, my pussy squeezing around him.

My gaze locks with Cam’s as he practically launches himself toward me, pushing my knees wide. He looks up at me through his eyelashes, his pupils blown wide.

"You have bewitched me body and soul," he murmurs, his lips moving over me, "and I love you, I love you, I love you." He slides his tongue over me before greedily fastening his mouth over my clit.

"Oh, God," I gasp, burying my fingers in his curls, hanging on for dear life. Jack lifts me from his cock, letting Cam take care of me while he spreads lube over himself. He waits until I’m rocking my hips against Cam’s mouth before dragging me up his body, holding his cock steady as it nudges at my back entrance. Lach kneels on the bed, reaching around Cam to push two fingers inside me. My entire body tremors as Jack’s cock slides into me like he was made for me. I arch against him, my heels pushing into the bed, a scream caught in my throat.

Lach pulls the pillows out from behind Jack until he’s lying flat on the bed. I’m sprawled on top of him, his cock stretching my ass, enjoying his curses every time I squeeze him.

"You two better hurry," I pant, chuckling as Jack's fingers press into my hips when I lift up, letting him slide almost all the way out before sinking back down onto him.

Cam hops off the bed, eyes on me as he sheds his clothes. Desire hoods an impossibly blue gaze, his halo of curls mussed from my hands. My fallen angel. He climbs back up as Lach finishes undressing, pressing my knees wide with gentle hands, sliding his cock over my clit before pushing into me with a low moan.

"Stop fucking squeezing," Jack begs, trying to hold me still as I raise my hips to meet Cam’s thrusts.

I can feel my heartbeat pulsing through every nerve ending as Lach climbs onto the bed. I've been waiting for this since the day he told me they shared. He guides Cam forward, positioning his legs outside of Jack's hips. Cam’s face is directly over mine, his gaze a wildfire of cerulean blue, trapping me amidst the flames. I feel Lach slide the head of his cock over where Cam and I are joined, desire pooling warm and heavy in my stomach.

"Are you ready, Charlie?" he asks, meeting my gaze above Cam' shoulder. I nod, our eyes locking as he flexes his hips, the last link snapping into place as he slides home. Cam's eyes roll back, his lip held tight between his teeth.

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