Page 178 of Charlie

"What comes next is moving this to the fucking bedroom where we have room to play." Jack's voice has a dangerous edge as he pulls Lach away from me, scooping me into his arms and motioning for the other two to follow.

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Cam is already in the bedroom waiting. He tosses the book onto the bed, tackling me the second Jack sets me down. His hands sweep down my back as he crowds me against the wall, cupping my ass and pulling me tight against him.

"Lach, your turn to read," he says a second before crushing his lips to mine. He sweeps his tongue over my lips and I open for him, running my fingers over his stubbled jaw as I angle my head to deepen the kiss. Lach clears his throat and begins reading.

He explores my mouth with his tongue. Tentative at first, then rough and desperate, as if trying to make up for lost years. The glass is cold on my back as he presses me against it, his cock rolling over my clit as he rocks his hips. I lift my leg and hook it over his hip, an open invitation for him to fuck me.

"Not yet, Lainey. I have so many things I want to do before I feel your pussy squeezing around my cock. I've wanted this for so long. I won't be able to stop once we get that far, so I'm going to draw this out as long as possible." He drops to his knees, peeling my underwear off my legs and helping me step out of them. "Let me taste you," he begs, looking up at me with bedroom eyes, his pupils blown wide with desire.

Cam drops to the floor in front of me, his cheeks flushed, dark curls framing the stars in his midnight eyes. He hooks his fingers into my leggings and drags them down slowly, his gaze never leaving my face, desperate to see the desire blooming there.

"What say you, little witch?" he rasps, swallowing hard. "Will you let me bury my tongue between your legs? Allow me to drown in your essence?" He inhales, his eyes fluttering closed. I have never felt more powerful than in this moment. This gorgeous, kind, brilliant man is on his knees for me. For me. Fuck.

"Yes," I breathe, needy and desperate for his touch. The throbbing between my legs becomes unbearable as he teases me, licking the crease of my thigh, nibbling at my lips, sliding his thumb in the moisture gathered there.

"Cam," I moan, tilting my hips toward him, my hands flat on the wall. "Please."

"Not yet," he whispers, waiting for Lach to keep reading.

I nearly cry out in frustration as Eli stands up, putting too much distance between his mouth and my clit. He pulls my bra over my head, too impatient to unhook it, dropping it to the floor as he steps back, his dark gaze swallowing me whole. I lift my chin, fighting my insecurities.

"Like what you see?" I slide my hands up to cup my breasts, tweaking the tips.

"Do you know how many times I've wondered what color your nipples are?" he asks. "They're the same color as the lips that haunt my dreams." His thumb tugs at my bottom lip, and I catch it between my teeth, sucking him into my mouth.

"What kind of dreams are you having that involve my lips?"

"Usually they're stretched around my cock while you're giving me the best head I've ever had... which is funny since you're a virgin."

"I'm a virgin, not a prude, Eli." I grab his cock and slide my hand down his shaft in a twisting motion, smirking when his abdomen twitches in response. "I've learned a lot of things over the years," I say, making my words sound like a promise. "Let me show you." I flip us around before he can protest, leaning forward and flicking my tongue over his nipple.

"I already told you this night is about getting you there as many times as possible," he protests.

"I'll get there just from sucking you off, trust me."

His jaw drops, lips moving, but no words come out.

"Let me show you," I say again, dropping to my knees, looking up at him in a way I know will be impossible to refuse.

"You have thirty seconds, Lainey girl."

I try to switch positions with Cam, but he shoves his thigh between my legs, pinning me to the wall. He peels off my shirt, then my bra, cupping my breasts with his hands, flicking his thumb over my nipples. He shuffles back so he can draw my nipple into his mouth, and I take advantage of the moment, spinning him around and pressing him to the wall.

"My turn." I give him a wicked smile as I drop to my knees, eager for him. I unzip his pants and pull them to his knees, doing the same with his boxers. My core clenches as his cock springs free, the drop of precum on the tip beckoning me.

"Lube?" I ask, holding my hand out in Jack's general direction. He pulls it out of his pocket and squirts some into my hand.

"You're keeping the lube in your pocket now?" I ask, biting my lip to hold in a laugh.

"We never know when you'll want us to stuff you full, Sassenach. Would you rather we tell you no, or would you like us to be prepared?"

God, this man. He's fucking perfect. "You're next," I promise, turning back to Cam and spreading the lube over him before gripping him hard, twisting my hand as I slide it down his shaft.

"Fuckkkk," he groans, his fingers digging into my shoulders, his hips stuttering.

"Lach, keep reading."

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