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"God, Charlotte," he groans, flexing into me, his head dropping to the tub's edge. I hold Lach's gaze as I drag my lips over Jack’s nipple, teasing him until he's pushing up to meet my mouth.

"Don't fucking play," Jack rasps, his hand tightening in my hair. Swiping my tongue over him, I swirl it around before drawing him into my mouth. I roll my hips against the hardening length between us, gasping when my clit catches on the ridge of the head of his cock. His hands move to my waist, holding me still.

"You need time to recover, Charlotte," Jack says, tipping my chin up to look at him.

"Do you really think your cock pressed between us like this makes me want to do anything but fuck you again?" I rock against him, rising to my knees and angling my hips so he's nudging at my entrance.

I close my eyes, the vision of the four of fucking in this tub taking hold of me, strangling me until I can barely breathe from want.

"Cam, come here," I call, catching his gaze as he pushes up from the bed. Sculpted muscles shift and flex as he walks toward me, his cock at half mast, bobbing with every step. Based on previous experience, I had always thought I didn’t like giving blowjobs, but fuck, I would give my left arm just to have him in my mouth right now.

"Are you guys up to a little experimentation?" I ask, standing up, water streaming down my body.

"You think we’ll say no to that?" Lach chuckles, standing. I pull Jack to his feet and then grab his forearms, shuffling around until we've switched positions. "Lach, sit where Jack was." He doesn't say a word, he just steps into the tub and sinks into the water, his pupils blown wide, looking up at me. I move between his legs and start to lower myself, but he palms the back of my thighs, bringing my pussy to his mouth. My fingers dig into his shoulders as he slides his tongue over me, possessing me. He doesn't let up until my knees tremble, then slowly lowers me into the water, rising to meet my hips with a solid thrust.

"Fuck," I groan, riding him, pulling his face to my breast. He gently drags his teeth over my nipple before drawing me into his mouth. Jack positions himself behind me, cursing the size of the tub. I release Lach, leaning back and motioning for Cam to come closer. "Can you straddle the tub between Lach and me?" I look up at him through my eyelashes as he approaches, desperate for his taste on my tongue.

"Are you trying to kill me?" he asks roughly, one hand gripping Lach's shoulder for support as he stretches his leg over the tub. He lowers himself, his thighs spanning the tub, his cock right in front of my face. "I won't be able to stay like this for—" His words end in a guttural groan as I grab his ass and slide him past my lips, not stopping until he touches the back of my throat. I can feel my heart beating in every cell of my body as I rock my hips against Lach and swallow around Cam.

Jack has given up maneuvering into a position where he can claim me, instead following my spine with his lips, tracing the curves of my body with his fingertips. When his hand slips down over my ass, I push back into him, encouraging him. Lach sinks into the water a little more, covering my hands with his, spreading Cam wide. Desire floods my senses as Lach dips his head to slide his tongue over Cam. Cam's whimper shoots straight to my core. He flexes his hips, sinking into me, then slides out as he pushes back onto Lach's tongue. I whimper around Cam's cock, and Jack answers with a growl, his hand sliding between my legs. I choke on Cam as Jack circles my clit, losing control of my body as pleasure consumes me.

"We need more room," Jack growls, biting my neck as he slides his hand between my ass cheeks, making my back bow. "I need to be inside you." He pushes a finger into me, his groan roaring through me like wildfire.

"Everyone out," Lach pants, hauling himself higher in the tub. "Grab your underwear and robes. We're going on a field trip."

Cam doesn’t move, cradling my face, muscles straining as he thrusts one last time. "That mouth is going to be the death of me," he murmurs as he slides out, wiping under my eyes with his thumbs. He kisses my forehead and gingerly climbs off the tub, helping Lach and me out. I watch as Lach's gaze drops to Cam's cock, the tip of his tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip.

"I have to fucking taste you," Lach breathes, desperation edging his words. He crashes to his knees and drags his tongue along the bottom of Cam's cock. Jack slides a hand over my waist, pulling me against him, his hand roaming lower as Lach closes his lips over Cam. Jack's fingers delve into the curls between my legs as Cam grasps handfuls of Lach's hair, thrusting deep. I whimper, and Cam's shattered gaze meets mine, both of us falling apart. He thrusts again, and I know he's imagining sinking into my pussy like I'm imagining his mouth on me. I moan as Jack pushes one thick finger into me, my body convulsing around him. Lach pulls away from Cam, his hair mussed.

"Fuck. Sorry." He scrubs his hands over his face. "Underwear and robes."

Cam is frozen in time, his eyes on me, a stormy sea I would willingly drown in. He drops to his knees and crawls to me, lithe power rippling through his muscles. He kisses the tops of my feet, my ankles, my calves, licking a path up the inside of my thighs. Jack moves his hand to leave me open for Cam, pushing two fingers into me from the back.

"Is this what you want?" Cam asks softly, dragging his tongue over my clit. My body jerks against him, my knees wobbling. "Use me, little witch," his voice vibrates against my clit, and I lose control. I slide my hands into his hair, pulling him against me, riding his face like this is the last time I'll ever feel his tongue on me.

A robe smacking me straight in the face brings me back to reality. Lach returns my glare with a grin. "Trust me. It'll be worth it."

"It better fucking be," Jack growls, pulling his fingers out of me and tracing my lips with one fingertip before licking them clean.

None of us say a word until we're in the elevator, the sexual current so strong I can barely breathe. "Where are you taking us?" I finally ask, my nails digging into my palm as I restrain myself from hitting the emergency stop.

"The pool. I made a call while you and Jack were in the tub. We have it all to ourselves."

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My hands are balled in the pockets of my robe, my nails leaving dark crescents in my palm, determined to get down to the ground floor without jumping all three of them. I breathe steadily, wrestling my body back into my control.

"You think you're in control?" Jack's deep baritone slides through me like whisky, settling deep and warm in my stomach.

"Yes," I grind out, raising my chin and glaring at him down the length of my nose.

"You haven't been in control since the day we met, Charlotte." He braces an elbow above me, trailing his other hand between my breasts and over my stomach, chuckling when my breath hitches. "Are you in control now?"

"Are you?" I tear open his robe, pull down his boxers, and have him sliding past my lips before he has time to think.

"Bloody hell," he hisses, wrapping a hand in my hair and pulling me to my feet, crushing his lips to mine. He pulls back, holding me tight, his pupils blown wide. "This weekend is about you, remember? I have the rest of my life to feel your throat squeeze around my cock as you struggle to take every inch. Tonight I want to suffocate between your thighs, drown in your orgasms." He slides his hand down my stomach, his finger sliding over my clit before pushing deep inside, dragging his fingertip over my g-spot. My knees buckle, his wicked chuckle making me shiver as he hauls me up and tosses me over his shoulder.

"God, Charlie," Lach groans, his hands rough as he pushes my robe up, kneading my inner thighs. He pulls my thong to the side and fits his mouth to my pussy, dragging his tongue over my clit before pushing in deep. I can't do anything but hang suspended while he eats me like I'm his last meal. Licking, sucking, and biting until I'm sobbing his name. The elevator dings, and Jack pushes Lach away, swinging me down so I'm cradled in his arms before the door opens. He carries me down a short hallway, through a door, and into the pool area. It's dark except for the ripples of light bathing everything in an ethereal glow.

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