Page 80 of Charlie

"Are you ready, Carebear?" Lach whispers, pressing cold silicone against me.

I nod and relax my body, going boneless in Jack's arms, dropping my head and watching Cam as he laps me up like I'm honey from the promised land. He pulses the flat of his tongue against my clit as Lach slowly pushes the butt plug into me. I whimper as it slides home, the feeling so strange but so good at the same time. I hear Lach unzip his pants, and then he grips my hip, his other hand working his cock.

God, I want him so deep in me I can feel him in my throat.

Shifting my weight so I can unbuckle Jack's pants, I push them down to pool around his ankles and pull him out, the weight of him heavy and warm in my hand.

"Sassenach—" he starts to protest, but I spit on my palm and slide it down his shaft in one long stroke. He thrusts up to meet me, greedy for the touch.

"That's what I thought," I murmur, smirking up at him.

Lach grunts and then half moans, half whimpers. Goosebumps race over every inch of me as I look back and see Cam's hand wrapped around Lach's cock.

Fuck. I've never been this turned on in my entire life.

I moan as my world narrows to the feel of Jack in my hands, Cam's steady suctioning on my clit, and the sound of Lach falling apart behind me, his fingers spasming against my hip with each stroke of Cam's hand. The guys echo me, Cam's hum vibrating over me, bringing me to the precipice of something I can't comprehend.

I look up at Jack. "Please let me taste you. Please."

"Charlotte, I can't be gentle when it's like this. I lose control. We can't."

"I don't want you controlled. I want the real you," I rasp, my mouth starting to water just thinking about him.

"Get out of your head, man. She can take it. She was made for us," Lach says from between clenched teeth, his eyes glued to Cam's elegant fingers sliding over his cock.

"You don't fucking understand," Jack growls, his hand sliding back to my neck. "I want to lay you on the bed and fuck your throat until you can't breathe. I want to squeeze your throat until I can feel my cock sliding inside of you underneath my palm."

I stand up and step away from Cam. Jack closes the distance until we're chest to chest, the balustrade the only thing between us. "And what if I tell you that's what I want? Will you give it to me, Jack?"

His jaw clenches, his nostrils flaring as he breathes me in, his gaze traveling down my body. He's about to answer when the sound of Cam gagging has us looking over. Lach has Cam's hair fisted in his hands and is ramming into him in measured strokes.

"Fuck," I whimper, my pussy clenching on air.

"Get the fuck over here," Jack grinds out, stepping out of his pants before lifting me over the balustrade. He lies down in the grass and tries to pull me down to his mouth, but I turn before lowering myself onto him. He moans under me, sliding his tongue through me and massaging the sensitive skin stretched around the butt plug with his thumb. A sound I don't recognize tears its way out of my mouth from somewhere deep in my body. I focus on Jack's cock, taking him in both of my hands, one over the other, squeezing and twisting. He palms my thighs and buries his face in me, his tongue lapping at my g-spot.

I can hear Lach slamming into Cameron's mouth as I press my clit to Jack's chin and ride him like a fucking horse. Sliding my tongue over his head, I give him a gentle warning before licking the precum from his slit. His abs contract as he angles his hips toward my mouth, but I don't do what I know he wants. Instead, I press him to his stomach, licking and nibbling the sensitive skin on the underside of his cock until he's shouting at me to stop teasing him, goddamnit! He kneads my ass cheeks with both hands and then lifts me off his mouth, moving me down his body.

"I have to feel you on my cock for just a second, Sassenach," he says, his voice coarse with need. I hover over him, desperately wanting to sink down onto him, but I also want to respect his boundaries. He slides himself through my folds, rolling my clit under the ridge of his head. I whimper, rocking my hips against him. He positions the head of his shaft at my entrance and pulses against me, his arms trembling with restraint. I lower my weight the tiniest bit until he's spreading me, his head on the verge of entering me completely.

"Not fucking yet," he breathes, wrenching my hips back up to his mouth.

When he pulls my clit into his mouth, alternating suction with licks, I know it's time to stop playing. I want us to get there together, and I'm fucking close. I glance at Lach as I lift Jack's cock, his gaze is volleying between where Jack's mouth is sealed to my pussy and the way Cameron's lips are stretched over his cock.

Oh, God. This is too much. I don't waste any time dropping my mouth onto Jack's cock, bottoming out on his pubic bone. He roars under me, his mouth wide open against me as his back bows. He grabs my waist and pulls it down until my back is arched, my clit the only thing in contact with his mouth, and then he slides two fingers into me, hooking them and rubbing until I feel like I'm going to explode.

I whimper around his cock, meeting him thrust for thrust, barely able to breathe, the lack of oxygen heightening all of my senses. I rock back and forth over him, the outside world disappearing as I chase my orgasm. He slides one hand down my back and into my hair, his touch tentative and questioning. I moan around his shaft, encouraging him. He must understand because a second later he's pushing my head down to meet every thrust, sucking my clit into his mouth in one long pull and pulsing his fingers inside me.

I scream around his cock and he thrusts harder, pushing into my throat, his hips pumping as my body draws tight as a bow. Cum slides down my throat in hot pulses as my entire existence shatters into a million pieces. It's in that moment, floating among the shards of my broken body, that I realize the guys are the only ones who have ever been able to make me feel whole again.

44

"How are you feeling?" Jack whispers to me, his golden gaze reaching into the depths of my soul. I grasp his arm as he places me on the edge of the bed, not ready to break the contact. I don't answer right away. Of course, on the surface, I feel good. I just had two mind-melting orgasms within the last couple of hours.

"I'm scared," I say, my heart jumping to my throat as I admit it.

"About what?" Lach asks, coming back inside from the terrace, his clothes bundled in his arms. Cam follows him through the door, and all of us begin to pull on our clothes like this is an everyday occurrence.

"I'm scared this won't last. I'm scared I'm going to move here and something will change. I'm scared I'll lose myself again." My voice cracks and I press my lips tightly together, doing my best not to break down in front of them. Why am I even telling them this? It's my own insecurities. My own problems.

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