Page 174 of Charlie

"Last one there has to blow me later!" Lach yells as he opens the door to the terrace and bolts across it and down the stairs. I leave my clothes in a puddle on the ground, running after Lach in my bra and underwear, pretending not to notice Cam moving like a sloth. By the time I get to the water's edge, Lach's powerful stroke has carried him halfway across the lake with no signs of stopping. Cam stops next to me, linking his pinkie with mine. We watch as Lach turns and starts swimming back toward us, his muscles gilded by the evening sun.

"He's so fucking beautiful," Cam murmurs, licking his lips as Lach reaches shallower water and stands up, the water lapping around his chest. I hold my breath as he walks toward us, my core spasming as his hips come into view, his cock jutting up against his stomach, the head peeking out of his waistband.

Fuck.

"Are you two going to keep staring, or are you going to join me?"

"I owe you a blow job," Cam says, his voice husky.

"You were last on purpose," I protest.

"Was not." His gaze hasn't left Lach's cock.

"He—"

"Both of you strip and get on your knees." We obey immediately as he stalks toward us, peeling his boxers off, his cock springing free inches from our faces.

"Since you can't agree, you can take turns."

Cam leans forward, burying his face against Lach and inhaling his scent before sliding his tongue around the head of his cock. Lach's groan sends a bolt of heat rushing through me, desire settling low and heavy. He runs his tongue underneath Lach's shaft, nibbling on his frenulum, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth.

"Enough. Open." He hooks a finger into Cam's mouth and pulls his lips apart, nudging his cock past them, sinking deep with a growl, holding Cam's head still as he flexes his hips to push deeper. Cam's eyes are streaming as he struggles for control.

"Fuck, you take me so good," Lach rasps, his gaze locking with Cam's, his muscle rippling as he takes everything Cam will give him. "Charlie, be a good girl and suck him off. I want to know what his throat feels like when he's about to come."

Oh, God. Lach widens his stance, and I crawl between his legs, my breath catching at the beauty of Cam's body. He's sitting on his haunches, muscled legs spread wide, his cock sticking up proudly, precum already dripping. I slide my hand over him, using his precum as lube, twisting my palm over his shaft, swirling my thumb over his head. He groans around Lach's cock, his ab muscles flexing as he thrusts against my palm. I anchor my hands on his thighs and drop low, licking him clean before taking him in my mouth and sinking until my lips brush his skin. He makes a desperate sound, flexing into me, gagging as Lach pushes into his throat.

"Breathe through your nose," Lach commands. Cam's gasp of breath is muffled by Lach's cock, the sounds coming from them making desire leak down my thighs. I cup Cam's balls, massaging them, sliding a finger to his perineum. He strains toward me, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat as he desperately tries to maneuver my finger to his ass. I reach between my legs to coat my finger and then slide it between Cam's ass cheeks. His whimper has me clenching on air. Cam tenses beneath my lips, and I'm suddenly pulled away, Lach's hand strong on my hip as he flattens me against his body, burying his other hand between my legs.

"What's this, Carebear?" He holds his fingers in front of my face, a mix of Jack's cum and my desire coating them. "I can smell him," he breathes, pushing his fingers into my mouth. Fuck. "Lie down," he says roughly, following me down until he's kneeling between my spread legs, his gaze locked on my pussy. "God," he moans. "Bear down, Charlie."

I obey, my heartbeat erratic, bearing down, pushing out what's left of Jack.

"Good girl. You're so fucking beautiful." He watches the cum drip from me, scooping it up with his tongue, his eyes rolling back as the taste explodes over his tongue. He pulls me to my feet, his hand circling my neck, my back against his chest. He pushes his shaft between my legs, fucking my thighs, the head of his cock catching on my clit with every pass.

Cam looks up at us, naked desire in his eyes, his hand working over his cock as he watches Lach drive me mad.

"Go on," Lach says roughly, his breath hot on my ear.

Cam leans forward, feathering his tongue over me, then over Lach as he thrusts forward. Lach pulls back a little, allowing Cam to fit his mouth over my clit. His long pull nearly brings me to my knees. I bury my fingers in his curls, moaning as Lach's next thrust has him nudging at my entrance.

"Please," I rasp, my body strung tighter than a bow.

"Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me, goddamnit," I sob, pressing my ass against him.

He slams into me, filling me until I feel like I may burst, stars flashing in front of my eyes. My body bows between them as we find our rhythm, a mad dash to the top.

"Ouch!" Lach's fingers clamp on my nipple as he pulls out of me, his chest heaving. "What the fuck, Lach?" I hold my hands over my breasts, shielding them from further attacks.

"I don't want you to get there yet. Do you think I'd let the first fuck in our new home happen that fast? I'm going to draw this out all night, Charlie."

"You realize I have two hands that are perfectly adept at meeting my needs, right?" I'm annoyed. And fucking horny. I bolt toward the water, diving in and swimming as fast as possible to the floating platform. I pull myself onto it, flopping onto my back, struggling to catch my breath. Cam explodes out of the loch, water sluicing down his body as he pushes himself up. He's on top of me before I can blink, one knee pushing my legs wide, sinking into me with one hard thrust.

"Fuckkk." His groan burns through me like pure grain alcohol, wildfire roaring through my veins. He cradles my head and rolls us over, giving me control. Lach climbs out of the water and sinks to his knees behind me, cold water dripping down my back as he pushes his cock along my crack.

"Do you know how many times I've fucked myself while thinking about how it will feel to have your ass strangle my cock until I can't breathe?" Lach cups my tits and rolls my nipples between his fingers, making me squirm.

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