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"Taste me."

I breathe him in, memorizing this moment – Charlie's soft moans as Cam slides his fingers over her, Cam's dark gaze filled with love as he watches Lach come apart, Lach's hazel eyes locked with mine as he sinks his fingers into my hair as I lean forward to catch a drop of precum. His taste explodes over my tongue, a shiver of desire shaking me to my core.

"Feather your tongue on the underside," Lach rasps, breathing hard.

I flatten my tongue and drag it over that sensitive spot, pulsing it there until his fingers are clenching my head, and he's struggling to keep himself from sinking past my lips.

"Fuck, Jack," Lach moans, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Tell him what you want him to do," Cam says, his voice husky with need.

"Grip the base and suck the tip," Lach blurts, his voice strangled as he wrestles for control.

I wrap my hand around him, watching his face as his cock pushes past my lips. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him in deep, needing to see him fall apart. But he doesn't, he holds onto his control like it's his last lifeline.

"Goddamnit, Lach," I say, my lips moving against him. "Fuck this virgin mouth like a good boy."

His control snaps, his fingers digging into my head as he thrusts past my lips.

"Again," I say around him.

He thrusts once, twice, and then he's seated to the hilt, taking everything I've always been too scared to give him. Charlie cries out, and I groan around Lach's cock, the vibrations making his hips stutter.

"Switch," Cam says, his voice hoarse.

I stand, my breath rushing from my lungs as Lach hits his knees in front of me, those gorgeous blue-green, freckled eyes looking up at me, begging me to fuck his mouth. I glance at Charlie, sweat glistening on her body as Cam brings her to the edge over and over. Her lips curve up as she nods, encouraging me to take that last step. I look back down at Lach, swiping the precum from my cock with my thumb and coating his lips. He licks them clean, moaning my name, his hand working over his cock.

"Jack." Charlie's rasp has my gaze colliding with hers as Lach's hands latch onto my ass, pulling me forward until my cock sinks past his lips.

Lach's tongue sweeps over me, his lips suctioning around me like a goddamn vacuum. I clench my jaw, desperately trying to stay in control. She holds my gaze as we climb the mountain together, her body writhing against Cam's as I fuck Lach's face until I'm sure we're too far gone to go back.

"Stop." Cam's voice freezes us in our tracks, all four of us toeing the edge of no return. "I'm handing over the reins to Charlie," he says, struggling to catch his breath.

"Finally! On the blanket, boys. This is going to be a night you'll never forget."

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LACH'S POV

My knees feel like jelly as I push to my feet, Jack's taste permeating my senses. I'll never forget the sound he made as I took him into my mouth, the way his hands trembled in my hair, the desperate surrender to this roaring inferno that's been building for almost twenty years. I lock eyes with Cam. He's grinning like a fool, his fingers buried deep in Charlie's pussy. She's looking at Jack and I, need burning bright in those hooded baby blues. She's so fucking beautiful that I can barely breathe. Even the firelight can't resist caressing her skin. I sit on the end of the lounger, intending to wait for her to tell us what to do, but the sounds she's making have me sinking between her thighs, nipping at her velvety skin, breathing her in. She flexes her hips toward my mouth, and Cam moves his hand, allowing me to suck on her clit. Her back bows, thighs clamping around my head. I duck out of her hold before she gets too close, pulling away.

"You're in charge, Charlie. Tell us what to do."

"All I want is for us to fuck until I forget about tomorrow. Can we do that? Please?"

"If that's what you need, that's what we'll do, Carebear." I pick her up, cradling her in my arms, waiting for further instructions.

"Cam, lay down on the blankets." He obeys, his cock throwing a gigantic shadow that makes us all laugh. Charlie wiggles out of my arms, stepping over Cam's hips and looking down at him as she slowly lowers herself, letting the anticipation build.

Watching Cam's eyes roll back in his head as Charlie sinks down onto his cock nearly does me in. I keep my eyes north of where her pussy is stretched around the base of his shaft, thinking of anything other than what's happening right now. I only make it thirty seconds before sliding my thumb around the base of Cam's cock, then dragging it up to circle her asshole.

"Lach, please," she begs, her entire body trembling as her control slips. So goddamn fucking hot.

"If you're close, I can take over for a second," Jack murmurs from over my shoulder. I glance down at his cock, standing proud against his stomach, precum dripping down the tip. My hand moves without my permission, swiping the drop with one finger and popping it into my mouth before I register what I'm doing.

"Fuck, Lach," Jack breathes, his cock twitching. I move out of the way, shuffling behind him as he takes my place. He squirts a generous amount of lube at the base of her spine, watching as it slowly drips down her crack. He slides the head of his cock up and down, spreading the lube, then notches himself and fills her with one smooth thrust. Charlie's moan has goosebumps racing over my skin, my balls spasming, riding the edge of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck, Charlie," he groans, his voice like worn sandpaper, rough around the edges with a smooth finish.

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