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"Never," Jack reassures him.

Some of the tension leaves Lach shoulders. "I'm attracted to all of you. I can't help it. When we're all together in bed, my brain flips a switch, and there is absolutely no discrimination. I will gladly fuck all of you and have all of you fuck me." He runs a hand aggressively through his hair. "I don't know if it's love or lust, but whatever it is, I don't want it to change what we have together." He turns to me. "It's your call, Charlie."

"Mine?"

He chuckles at my surprise. "You still don't get it, do you? We aren't anything without you."

Fuck, if that wasn't the exact thing I needed to hear right now. "I want you both to do what feels right to you, but communication needs to stay open between all of us." They both murmur their agreement. "Good. Now can we please fuck?"

*Cam's POV*

Jack is on the balcony, Lach’s in the bathroom washing the toys, and I'm lying between Charlie's legs, breathing her in. She trembles as I lick and bite my way up the inside of her thigh, stopping just shy of where I want to bury my tongue. She mewls in protest as I switch to her other leg, gently scraping my stubble over sensitive skin, bringing her to the edge. I lay my cheek on her thigh, lightly blowing over her pussy, watching as the moisture drips from her. Catching it with my thumbs, I glide them up her labia, groaning as she arches into my hands, her clit begging for mercy. I slide my tongue along her slit, her taste exploding inside my mouth. My cock throbs painfully, desperate for attention. I lock eyes with her as I drag my tongue over her clit, pulsing there as her nails scrape my scalp, pulling me closer.

Lach drops the toys on the bed beside us, watching me eat her out, his hand riding over his cock in a steady rhythm. I push myself onto my knees, grabbing the toys and holding them where she can see them.

"Strapless strap-on or anal beads?"

"Both?"

My balls tighten. "That's my girl." I side off the bed, grab her ankles and jerk her toward me, getting perverse satisfaction in the way it makes her tits jiggle. My cock nudges between her legs as I bend over her, swirling my tongue over her nipples, sucking them hard and deep. She locks her heels behind me, pulling me closer, rocking herself against my shaft.

"Cam." My name is poetry on her lips, the desperation in her voice calling to something deep within me. I grab the strap-on, dragging it over her, sliding it back and forth over her clit.

She shakes her head, pushing my hand away. "I need you first."

"I'm already too close," I rasp, fisting my cock and dragging it through her folds. "You're so goddamned beautiful. I can’t help it."

"I don't want control. I want you to fuck me and make me forget everything but the way your cock feels inside me."

I stand no chance. The way her hair halos her face, hints of copper creating a perfect backdrop for those luminescent sapphire eyes. My end. My beginning. I'm fucking wrecked. I slam into her, warmth wrapping around me, ripping a moan from deep in my chest. I curse as she clamps down, my hands trembling as I fight for restraint.

"Charlie, I'm too close to do this. You said you wanted to know what it was like to fuck and be fucked, and I'd still like to experience that with you tonight."

She has trouble focusing on me, her chest heaving, her entire body shaking. "I do want that. But I want you in my mouth first."

"Charlie—" She doesn't give me time to protest, sliding to the floor like a boneless jellyfish and pulling me to her, not stopping until the head of my cock presses into the back of her throat. She leans her head back against the bed, her nostrils flaring as she focuses on her breathing. I don't move, worried I'll hurt her, scared she'll be disappointed if I don't. She looks up at me, scrunching her eyebrows in anger.

"Uck ee!" she mumbles around my shaft, digging her nails into my ass and pulling me closer. I give in, pushing her head deep into the bed with every thrust. She swallows, her throat constricting around me.

"Fucking hell, Charlie." I cup her face, holding her still as I take everything she wants to give me, my hips driving into her despite my brain telling me to stop. She urges me on, massaging my balls, then my perineum. I pull away from her before she can do more damage, hands on my knees as I struggle to catch my breath.

"You're going to be the death of me," I pant, hauling her onto the bed and pulling her legs over my shoulders. I coat the silicone beads in lube, pushing them in one at a time. Her hands are fisted in the sheets by the time I slide the last one in, her back arched entirely off the bed.

I grab the strap-on and coat the part that goes inside her with lube, sliding it over her clit several times before pushing it into her. It fits snugly, the vibrator directly over her clit, just waiting to be turned on. She looks down at herself with wide eyes, the dildo rising perpendicular to her body, as close to having a real cock as she’ll ever get.

"Do you want me to turn it on?"

"Not yet," she groans, rolling her hips, struggling to rein herself in. I pull her to her feet, fist the dildo, and pull her against me, our bodies flush as I ravage her mouth. She wraps her arms around my neck, mewling as I rock the silicone against her, alternating the pressure between her clit and her g-spot. I glance over at Lach, motioning for him to lie down, watching his cock bob with each step, a bead of desire running down his tip. I can't manage to drag my eyes away from him as he lies down, keeping his ass at the edge of the bed to make it easier on Charlie. He pulls his knees to his chest, legs spread wide, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Ready?" I ask both Lach and Charlie.

"You first," she whispers, her gaze moving between my cock and Lach's ass, her cheeks stained scarlet.

"Is that okay with you?" I ask Lach, my hands on his knees, the tip of my cock a hairsbreadth from brushing against him.

"Fuck yes," he groans, watching me as I spread lube over my cock, then dribble some down his crack. I lean over him, catching the bead of precum on my tongue, and turn to Charlie, pulling her face to mine, sharing him with her. She whimpers into my mouth, clutching my shoulder like I'm the only thing tethering her to this earth. Lach's abdomen flexes as I turn back to him, his cock twitching in desperation. I wrap my hand around my shaft, closing the distance, all three of us holding our breath as I push against him, barely breaching the muscle before stopping to let him adjust. He arches his back, eager for all of me, but I hold back, determined to give Charlie the show I know she wants. I flex my hips, and the head of my cock disappears inside of him. I pull out, pulsing, the ridge stretching him, pulling at sensitive nerve endings. Charlie's nails dig into my arm, the pain ripping away what little control I had, and I bury myself deep. That ring of muscle becomes a noose around my shaft, stealing my breath with every squeeze, every thrust.

I pull out, and Charlie takes my place, looking down at the quivering mess of a man lying on the bed before her. She's squirting lube on the dildo as I return from the bathroom, spreading it with shaking fingers, swirling the excess around Lach's asshole. He jumps at her touch, a long, low moan tearing its way from his lungs, more precum dripping down his cock. She hums in appreciation as she licks him clean, taking him all the way in, her cheeks hollowing as she backs off, releasing him with a pop. She bites her lip, her brow furrowed in concentration as she fists the dildo and nudges it between his cheeks, sliding it over him until he's begging for mercy.

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