Page 58 of Charlie

"Shut up, you idiot," Jack says gruffly. "She likes it."

Lach studies me. "Oh fuck, you do, don't you?"

I nod, releasing a shaky breath. "I'm learning all sorts of new things about myself."

"Are you now?" Jack breathes, his gaze locked on my lips. "Why don't we find out if you like this, too." He grabs the smallest box and takes out a slim black silicone toy with a rounded base. "Do you think you're ready?"

I take it from him, testing the weight and size in my hand. It doesn't seem like it would do much, but the idea of having anything in me right now sounds fucking marvelous.

"Yes," I whisper.

He turns to Lach, "Do you have time?"

"All the time in the world for this," he rasps, his eyes dark. "Where do you want me?"

"Lay down across the bed. She can straddle you, and I'll come from behind."

My gaze volleys between them as they decide how they're going to manhandle me. I stand up, pull the sweatshirt off over my head, and then untie both pieces of my bikini, letting them drop to the floor. Lach grabs my waist and pulls me to him, cupping my jaw as he devours my lips. I hear Jack opening boxes, and then the water running in the bathroom. When he returns, he steps up behind me, pulling my body against his, palming my throat. He slides his other hand down my stomach and into my folds, sinking a finger deep.

"You're so fucking wet, Charlotte," he groans, bringing my arousal up to my clit and sliding his finger over it with the lightest touch. I bear my hips down, needing more friction, but he squeezes his hand around my throat enough to stop me from moving. Lach dips his head and catches my nipple in his mouth, sucking it deep. I arch against his mouth, needing just a little more to finally feel some relief.

I sob when he pushes himself back onto the bed, and I pop out of his mouth. Jack releases me, and I follow Lach, letting his hands guide me into a straddle position over his torso. "Come on, you know the drill, knees by my ears, Carebear," he urges. When I hesitate, he grabs me and lifts me into place. Jack pushes down on my lower back until I collapse my torso to the bed, my ass in the air, clit positioned right above Lach's mouth.

"Fuck, Charlotte," Jack breathes, kneading my cheeks.

I jerk as Lach slides his tongue over me. He continues with light strokes while Jack caresses me, his fingers skirting closer to my sensitive flesh until I push back into his hands, pliant and ready. I hear the squirt of lube just as Lach angles his head and sucks my nub into his mouth. I shudder as Jack places his thumb at my tailbone and slowly slides it down my crack. I arch into his touch as he circles me, a low guttural moan tearing its way out of my throat as he pushes in. I look back at him, my muscles clenching around him when I see the way he's looking at me. Lach rolls his tongue over my clit, and I drop my forehead to the bed, moaning for more.

Jack pulls his finger out, something cold pressing to me a second later. "Relax, Charlotte."

I nod, breathing slowly, concentrating on relaxing my muscles.

"Good girl," he breathes, working the toy past the tight ring of muscle, holding it there to give me time to adjust. I groan as Lach grabs my thighs and pulls me tightly against his mouth. Jack steadily pushes in the toy little by little as I ride Lach's face. I feel a slight release of pressure as the toy sinks all the way in. I sit back on Lach's chest to check on him – worried he's suffocating underneath me – but the plug moves, and I'm overwhelmed by an incredible fullness. I whimper, the sensation on the cusp between pain and pleasure.

"Get back here," Lach says, pulling me back toward his face.

"I'm going to suffocate you," I groan, unable to keep myself from rolling my hips against him.

"I want my last breath to be with my face buried in your pussy, Charlie." He lifts me into position and pulls my clit into his mouth. Jack pushes me back down, so my face is pressed into the bed, then smacks my ass, smoothing his palm over the sting.

"Please fuck me," I pant, the torture of feeling empty and full at the same time more than I can bear.

"Not yet, mo chridhe. Not until we can take you together. Not until I know you’re ours. But I do have this."

I look back to see him holding a vibrator in his hand.

"In me. Now," I beg, arching my back to make it easier for him. He nudges it at my entrance, swirling it through my arousal. I push back, desperate, and he sinks it into me with one thrust.

"Oh, God," I sob, clenching the sheets in my hands, undulating my body over Lach's tongue, and pushing back as Jach thrusts into me.

"You're taking it so well, Charlotte," Jack says roughly.

I groan in response, moving against them faster and faster as my world narrows to one tiny pinprick, ecstasy taking over my senses. I hear a click, and my whole body convulses as he turns the vibrator on. One more click and the butt plug is shattering everything I thought I knew. I shudder, sobs turning into screams as my entire body convulses.

"My turn," Jack growls, flipping me over and covering me with his body. He adjusts himself in his pants so his cock is riding over me, sucking on my bottom lip before pushing his tongue into my mouth. He thrusts his hips, rolling my clit in between us, and I cry out as my entire world explodes around me.

My ears are ringing as I come back down. Jack is breathing hard into my neck, his cock an iron rod pressed into my stomach. Lach pulls the toys from me slowly and sets them on the nightstand. "Fuck," I groan as I gasp for breath. "Let me get you both there," I beg, looking over at Lach, his cock tenting his pajama pants.

Jack rolls off of me and scrubs his hands over his face. "The second my cock is in you, you're mine, Sassenach. I won't let you go. Do you understand?" He meets my gaze, the flames in his eyes threatening to burn me alive.

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