Page 198 of Charlie

"Cam, it's you or me," Lach says, holding out his hand.

Cam pulls the stick from Lach's fist at a snail's pace. Short. I blow out a controlled breath, the rush of disappointment surprising me.

"There it is," Lach says softly, looking up at Cam with complete trust. "What's first?"

"I want all of you to strip. I'll be right back," Cam says, pulling out his phone and playing music. He sets it on the arm of his chair, then turns on his heel and jogs up the steps to the cabin.

Charlie grabs the hem of her shirt, peels it off, and tosses it to the side, quickly followed by her thong. The moisture between her thighs reflects the firelight as she removes her socks. Her gaze goes to Lach, and mine follows. The veins in his hands catch my eye as he unbuttons his shirt. I swallow hard as he shrugs it off, letting it fall to his chair.

For the first time in a long time, I let myself look. His nipples pebble in response to the cool evening air, his impeccable muscles lit to perfection by the rippling light. The sound of his zipper has air catching in my throat, my hands fisting at my sides as his pants drop to his feet. He hooks his thumb in the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down slowly, my hand going to my cock automatically when he exposes the base of his shaft. I run my palm over myself through my pants, barely breathing as his waistband catches on the head of his cock before he springs out, thick and heavy. I can feel Charlie's gaze on me, and I know without even looking at her that this is turning her on.

"Your turn," Lach says, his voice rough with desire. I hold his gaze as I reach up and gather my hair, watching his eyes darken as I tie it back. I stretch the waist of my joggers, letting them dip even lower in the front, my cock straining at the fabric. I slide them down slowly, stopping just before the head is exposed.

"Jack—" Lach says, his voice cracking.

"—Please," Charlie finishes, the word barely more than a whimper.

Fuck. I push my joggers down all the way, fisting my cock, the tip already glistening.

We all turn as we hear Cam banging down the stairs, a lounger hanging awkwardly from one arm, and a pile of blankets held tight in the other, the lube sticking out of his pocket. He drags two chairs away from the fire, laying blankets on the ground, saving one to drape over the lounger. He strips in record time, his pale skin rosy in the light of the fire.

"If anyone is uncomfortable at any time, we all stop. Okay?" he says, looking between us, waiting for our verbal affirmations. "Charlie, come here." He beckons for her, and she obeys immediately. "We'll let them watch for a minute, and then it's their turn." He sits in the lounger, spreading his legs so Charlie can sit between them. Lach and I watch as he slides his hands over her waist, cupping her breasts before flicking his thumbs over her nipples. My cock twitches in my hand as she responds to his touch, arching her back, her body begging for more. Goosebumps race over her skin as his hands slide over the dip in her waist to her thighs, pulling them wide. He whispers something in her ear, and she moans, covering his hand with hers and sliding it between her legs.

Lach and I groan in tandem as Cam sinks his middle finger inside her, getting it wet before bringing it back up to tease her clit. He whispers into her ear again, and she nods, her gaze bouncing between me and Lach.

"Jack—" Cam begins his first command.

"Wait," Lach interrupts, breathless. His body crashes into mine before I register what's happening. I slide my hands over his muscled back as our lips meet, angling my head, teeth and tongues clashing. He pulls back just as suddenly, his hands cradling my face. "You can say no if you want to."

"I don't want to," I whisper, admitting it to both of us for the first time.

"Jack, stand behind Lach and jerk him off the way you would if it was your own cock. Show him what you like," Cam instructs, his breath hitching as Charlie works her hand over him.

My heartbeat fills my ears, blood rushing as my heart goes into overdrive. I walk behind Lach, glancing over at Charlie to make sure she's okay with this, but in my heart, I know that's what Cam whispered to her, making sure she was on board before he uttered a word to us. Her eyes are hooded, gaze molten, barely hanging on as Cam slowly fucks her with his fingers. She raises an eyebrow, and I know she's challenging me to give in, to let the feelings simmering under the surface finally see the light of day.

I can barely breathe as I shuffle closer, my cock nudging at Lach's cheeks as I reach around him, hesitating several seconds, my mind racing.

"Don't fucking tease me, Jack." The desperation in his voice has me pressing closer, positioning my fist a hairsbreadth from his cock. He flexes his hips, groaning as the head of his cock pushes past the ridges of my fingers.

"Those callouses are going to be my undoing," he says shakily. I band my arm around his waist, hauling him closer, my cock nestled tight between his cheeks as I drag my hand down his shaft, squeezing at the base. I make another pass, using his precum as lube. I push my hips forward, sliding along his crack, not even ashamed at the broken moans falling from my lips. Charlie's whimper has Lach's stomach clenching under my fingers, muscles rippling as he struggles for control.

"Stop," Cam demands, not letting Lach get any closer to coming. "Switch places."

I don't want to release him, but I do anyway, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. I shiver as he grips my hips and pulls me to his body, his cock pressing against me intimately. The first slide of his hand over my aching shaft rips a trembling moan from deep in my chest. His grip is strong and sure, his thumb sweeping over the head of my cock to catch the precum leaking with each pull and push of his hand.

"You're fucking close, aren't you?" he murmurs, his breath hot on my ear, hips flexing against me.

"Stop," Cam commands. "Jack, on your knees."

Oh, God.

"Lach, tell him how you like to be sucked off. Jack, follow his instructions."

Fuck. I turn to face Lach, my anxiety burning off like fog on a lake, the sun a burning hot ball of need lodged deep inside me. Lach's hand trembles as he reaches down and runs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip.

"You can say no at any time," he reminds me, terror and need warring for dominance over his features.

"I won't." He hisses as I catch his thumb in my teeth and bite down. He jerks his hand away and grips my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.

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