Page 166 of Charlie

I don't need to be told again. I squirt a generous amount of lube on my fingers, spreading it over her and my cock. "I'll have to go deep to hit that spot," I rasp, sliding my cock back and forth over her entrance.

"Anything," she groans, arching her back.

I grip my shaft with one hand, spreading her with the other, nearly coming undone as the tip sinks in. So fucking tight. I grit my teeth, pulsing back and forth, watching as the ridge along the head of my cock stretches her. Fuck. My entire body shudders as I struggle for control. "Don't fucking squeeze," I tell her, my knees nearly giving out as she clenches around me.

"Do you know what happens to naughty girls?" I growl, pulling out of her before I make a fool of myself.

She looks over her shoulder at me, a wicked smile pulling at her lips. "Spank me, daddy."

I notch myself at her entrance and slap her ass, her gasp of surprise turning into a low, keening moan as I bury my cock inside her. She clenches around me, sliding herself up and down my shaft. Motherfucker.

"Charlie." Her name is a prayer on my lips – a plea. I wrap my fingers around her waist and hold her still, angling my hips as I thrust to hit that spot deep inside.

"Oh, God," she breathes, every muscle in her body strung tight as I thrust again. I pull out, grab the bottle of lube and apply it liberally, determined not to hurt her.

"Jack." Lach is leaning against the doorframe, watching me, an emotion behind his eyes I can't read.

"Yes?" My throat feels tight.

"Do you want me to..." He makes a motion with his finger that makes my cheeks burn.

"You said you'd try anything once," Charlotte mumbles into the covers.

"This would make twice," I remind her, turning back to Lach.

"And did you like it?" He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, his eyes darkening as he waits for my answer. Did I like it? I think back to this morning, to the best orgasm I've had in my entire life.

I clear my throat. "Yes," I admit, the word coming out low and husky.

"Do you want me to do it again?" His words hold no expectation, no judgment. I bite back the indignant response that's waiting on the tip of my tongue, instead digging deep to get to the raw truth.

"Yes."

He nods once, holds his hand out for the lube, and then motions for me to continue with Charlotte. Every nerve in my body tingles with awareness as I fist my cock and slowly sink into her. Two thrusts and she's begging me not to stop. I slow down, taking my time to get the angle just right, pushing hard and deep. I feel Lach's presence before his hand touches my hip, anchoring himself.

"Ready?" he murmurs, his breath teasing the hairs on my neck. I can't get my throat to work, so I only nod. I brace myself, all of my muscles tensed. "That's not going to work, Jack. Lay on top of her." I brace my arms on either side of Charlotte's head and test the angle, thrusting hard and deep.

"Oh fuck," Charlotte mewls, squirming under me. Lach's fingers press into my hip, giving me a warning before sliding his finger down my crack. My hips stutter, my body confused. I thrust into Charlotte, and as I pull back, Lach presses the pad of his finger against me, circling me, teasing me. This is different than this morning. This morning seemed almost clinical. This... this is raw, unadulterated sex. I whimper and thrust again, two of Lach's fingers sliding against me as I pull out. I push back into him more, and his hand slides further down. I can feel him hesitate, but I arch my back, and that's all the invitation he needs to cup my balls.

Holy fuck. I don't give myself time to think about what I'm doing. I thrust into Charlotte again, Lach massaging my balls, his other hand coming up to circle my asshole. I lean my forehead against the back of Charlotte's head, breathing hard. "I don't think I can hold on much longer."

"Fuck me hard, Jack. I'm close."

Our skin slaps together with the next thrust, and as I pull back, Lach keeps his finger still, allowing me to take as much of him as I'm comfortable with. I pulse my hips, pushing into Charlotte and then back onto Lach's finger.

"You like that?" Lach murmurs, his hand leaving my balls to grip my hip, pushing me down into Charlotte and holding me still while he presses two fingers against me. The sound that comes out of my mouth is indecent and embarrassing, but I don't fucking care when it feels this good. I flex my hips against Charlotte, pushing as deep as I can. This time Lach doesn't wait for me to pull back; he's already there, two fingers massaging my prostate while I'm balls deep in our lover. Charlotte moans, biting my hand to muffle her scream, pulling me with her over the edge, plunging headfirst into the unknown.

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LACH'S POV

The chill of the marble vanity seeps into my bones, the stone biting into my hips as I look at the stranger in the mirror. Who the fuck is the person looking back at me, and why is he risking his relationship with his best friend?

'I want him to feel good' is the first thought that crosses my mind, but that's only a fraction of the truth. It's the way his throat bobs, the surrender in his eyes, the rippling muscles, the groan when I push in, knowing that I'm the one making him feel like that.

Fucking hell.

Cam knocks and pokes his head in the bathroom, slipping through the door and closing it behind him when he sees the look on my face.

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