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"You two finish here, and Lach and I will prepare a space that's a little more comfortable. Why don't we meet for dinner at seven?" Jack asks, not quite able to keep the smile off his face.

"Perfect," Cam murmurs, his attention on my hand as it creeps up his thigh.

Jack and Lach turn and head back inside, and I turn back to Cam, determined to give him the best blowjob of his goddamned life.

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Cameron watches me, waiting, one dark curl falling over his brow. His looks are paralyzing. If you told me he was chiseled from marble and brought to life by the gods, I would have believed it. I shuffle between his legs and cup his face between my hands, tracing his lower lip with my thumb. He pushes his hands into my hair and returns my gaze, something profound and indescribable traveling between us. I only pull away when I can no longer ignore the hard cock pressed into my ribs or the throbbing at the juncture of my thighs.

"May I?" Cameron asks, grasping the hem of my shirt and tugs like he wants to pull it over my head.

I nod and reach behind me to unclasp my bra, then lift my hands over my head as he pulls it away from my body.

"Fuck," he groans, palming my tits. I look down at his hands, then further down to his cock, and sit down on my heels so he's nestled against the underside of my cleavage. Cam bites his lip as he thrusts up, squeezing my breasts together to hug his shaft. The visual of the head of his cock plowing through soft mounds of flesh has me rocking against my foot, desperate to relieve the ache.

"Don't you fucking dare. That orgasm is mine," he growls, releasing my breasts to wind a hand in the length of my hair. He pulls me up on my knees and stands up, his cock only millimeters from my lips.

I look at him through my eyelashes, my heart in my throat. I used to think giving blowjobs was one of those chores that you do because it has to be done, but fuck if my mouth isn't watering. I hold his gaze as I slick my tongue over the drop of pre-cum, groaning as I truly taste him for the first time. His hand trembles in my hair as I wrap my lips around him, swirling my tongue over the ridge of his head.

"Charlie, I won't—" his words turn into a moan as I grab his ass and pull him to me. I hold still as he rocks his hips against me gently. I don't want gentle. I want him to lose himself in me. I take in more of him until I gag, pull away, and repeat. I concentrate on my breathing as he slides in, opening my throat and praying to the gods that I can do this for him. I swallow around him and feel him tense, his hands moving to frame my face, trembling with restraint. Our gazes collide as I draw back, and I let him see everything I'm feeling. Everything I want. Everything I need.

A strangled sound leaves his throat as his grasp on me tightens. He thrusts into me, and I greedily accept, moaning around him.

"You're so fucking pretty with your lips around my cock, little witch," he grinds out, thrusting again.

It's still not enough. He has the control of a fucking saint. On his next thrust, I slide my hand over his ass and find the spot behind his balls. I press on it with my thumb, massaging him, and finally, his head falls back as his back bows, pleasure overriding his system. He holds my face in a fierce grip and slams into my mouth. More. I need more. I want it all. I slide my finger over his cock between thrusts, coating it in saliva. As he pulls back, I slip my finger between his cheeks and tease the sensitive skin of his entrance.

"Fuck, Charlie!" he drops his chin to his chest, his gaze ensnaring me. My avenging angel laying claim to what belongs to him.

I carefully push my finger against the tight ring of muscle, slowly working my way in until I can feel his prostate. He roars, the animal inside him taking control as he fucks my mouth with hard, punishing thrusts.

I watch him with streaming eyes as he takes what's his. As I give him everything I am. His moan skitters over my skin as he pulls my face against him on one last thrust, his cum hitting the back of my throat in hot spurts. His grip slowly eases as he comes back down, and then he's wiping away my tears with his thumbs. He pulls me up, his grip softening to a caress as he plunders my mouth. He peels off my underwear and walks me back until my thighs hit the balustrade and I’m forced to sit. The rough stone scrapes against my skin as he presses my thighs open and drops between them.

"Did sucking my cock make you wet, Charlie?" He asks before catching the desire dripping down the insides of my thighs with his tongue, his lips vibrating against me as he moans. He slides his tongue along my slit before sucking my clit into his mouth. My back bows and I hang on to his head, trying to ride him and not fall simultaneously. "Stand up," he says gruffly, realizing my predicament. I stand and he moves so his back is against the balustrade and then turns me to face him. "One knee on the railing, your hands wherever you need them to stay steady."

I nod and close the distance between us, my pussy fitting to his mouth as I place my knee on the balustrade. My knees almost buckle when he immediately sucks me in, and I grasp onto his hair as I ride his face.

A warm hand slides over my hip, I groan as Lach’s scent drifts over me.

"May I?" He asks, holding up the paper bag with one finger, his hazel eyes hopeful and hungry.

I look down at Cameron, angling my pelvis away so he can talk.

"It’s up to you, Charlie. It'll always be up to you," he mumbles as he pulls me back to his mouth, pulsing his tongue against me.

Can I do this? Can I be with all three of them like this? "Yes, " I answer Lach, my voice trembling as I swivel my head in search of Jack.

"Jay!" Lach calls out, not taking his eyes off me for a second. "You're needed!"

Jack comes out onto the terrace midway through rolling up his sleeves, looking sexy as fuck. He stops short, his eyes darkening as he takes in the scene. "Is that so?" he asks, a smile pulling at his lips. He hops over the balustrade, strides toward me, and slides his hand over my throat. "I knew they'd look better around your neck, Sassenach," he breathes, squeezing the slightest bit before capturing my mouth with his and taking me under.

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Ishudder as Cam drags his tongue over me. One of Jack's hands is around my throat, the other grasping my chin, holding me steady as he ravages my mouth. Lach is behind me, running his hands over my body, palming my tits, sucking and kissing and licking. They're completely overwhelming my system and I can't fucking get enough.

Lach drops to his knees behind me and kneads my ass, his thumbs getting closer and closer to that forbidden place until I squirm in his grip and push back toward him. He teases me with his tongue, swirling it over me until I'm moaning into Jack's mouth. I wrap my arms around Jack's neck just as my legs start to turn to jelly, and he wraps an arm around my waist, supporting my weight.

Lach steps away for a second, then comes back, his hands spreading my ass and squirting lube between my cheeks. Cam pushes a finger into me, rubbing that place inside that feels so damn good. My back arches as I ride his mouth, giving Lach the opening he needs to massage my ass, ever so slowly convincing that muscle to give in. A garbled groan tears out of my throat as he pushes his finger in, sliding in and out of me so gently it makes me want to scream.

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