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"Just fuck me, Jack. Please." I feel vulnerable like this, but when I listen to the hitch in his breath, the tremor in his voice, it makes me feel like the most powerful goddamn woman on earth. I hear the lube, and then silicone is sliding down my slit, pressing into me, filling me. I lift my hips off the bed to take it in further, and he pushes in deep, rocking the rabbit ears against my clit.

Fuck. I'm so close. He coats my ass with lube and pushes his cock into me with a groan, not stopping until his hips are nestled between my thighs where they belong.

"Ready?" he asks, his voice thick with desire. He turns the vibrator on, alternating thrusts.

"Keep it in," I beg, my hands fisting in the sheets as I stretch to accommodate him and the vibe. One more thrust, and I'm barely holding on, ready to hurl myself over the edge. The bang of the front door hitting the wall startles both of us. Lach and Cam bolt into the room, lunging to pull us apart. I pull up my blindfold, curious to see how this plays out.

"Somebody has been a naughty boy," Lach purrs, wrestling Jack until his hands are trapped, tying them together with a rope.

"Charlie, you get to decide what happens to naughty boys,” Cam says, untying me.

Fuck. Yes.

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"What do naughty boys deserve, hm, Charlotte?" The timbre of Jack's voice slides down my spine like liquid fire, somehow still in control of my body despite being tied up. His teeth sink into his lower lip, and I barely hold myself back from dropping to the floor in front of him right then. The guys have forced him against the door, pulling the rope over the top and tying it to the doorknob, trapping him with his arms over his head, making it hard to look away from his bulging biceps. His chiseled abs. His goddamned perfect cock.

"Dirty boys get special treatment." I drag my fingertips down his torso, digging my nails into his abdomen, his muscles rippling in response. "Lach, grab something to clean him off with, please." I'm not wasting the opportunity to give him head while he's tied up. I turn to Cam and help him take off his clothes, then push him down on the bed, impaling myself.

"Fuck, Charlie." His back arches off the bed, his fingers digging into my hips as I squeeze around his shaft. He throws his head back, the long lines of his neck exposed, his skin marble in the dim light. I lean down and swirl my tongue over the hollow of his throat, moaning when he sinks his hand into my hair, pulling my mouth to his. Warm lips devour me, his tongue pushing into my mouth, then retreating, encouraging me to follow. God, I could kiss this man forever.

"Charlie."

I look over my shoulder to see Lach holding a bar of soap, a towel, and a bowl of water. I can't help the grin that stretches my cheeks. Throwing my leg over Cam, I turn around, holding his cock steady as I sink down onto him, fully seating myself so I can watch the show.

"I want you to wash him so I can give him a blow job." My voice is husky, my heart in my throat. Lach's eyes widen, looking down at the soap in his hand before meeting Jack's gaze, the color in his cheeks deepening. Jack's nostrils flare, his jaw clenching. I hold my breath, waiting for him to refuse, but he doesn't. It's almost like he's been stretched thin waiting for this moment, and now that it's finally here, he can breathe again.

"Is this okay?" Lach's voice is so low I can barely hear him. Jack gives him one tight nod, looking up at the ceiling, his lips moving silently. Lach swallows hard, setting the bowl down, getting his hands wet before rubbing the bar of soap between them. He adds more water, creating a decent lather before facing Jack. Behind me, Cam pushes to his elbows, dragging us both backward until he's propped against the headboard, pulling my body back against him, careful to stay inside me.

"Clever girl," he whispers into my ear, sliding his hands up my body to cup my breasts. "I wasn't sure how they would ever get to this point when they're both too scared to make a move." Time seems to move in slow motion as Lach extends one soapy finger, running it from tip to base along the underside of Jack's cock. Jack's head falls back against the door, swallowing hard, his shaft jumping as Lach takes hold. Heat rushes through me as Lach's grip tightens, pushing his hand forward, his gaze glued to Jack's face, ready to stop the second Jack tells him to stop. He doesn't.

"Fuck." Jack's voice is hoarse, his gaze dropping to watch Lach's hand work his shaft.

I rock my hips against Cam, my entire body throbbing with need. He reaches around, slowly rolling my clit under his fingers, bringing me to the edge before backing off. I lean forward, my hands gripping his calves for support, and sit back on his cock, bouncing my ass up and down, fucking him fast and hard. I look back up, watching the head of Jack's cock disappear inside Lach's hand and then push back out, precum leaking from the tip. Jack meets my gaze, raising an eyebrow like he's daring me to do something.

"Lach?" I don't need to say the words, he already knows exactly what I'm asking. He rinses Jack off and then helps me off the bed, watching Cam's cock slide out of me.

"I thought this would become a little more normal the more we did it, but fuck if this isn't all-consuming," Lach rasps, his hand tightening on my hip. "I wish I had four cocks so I could fuck all three of you at the same time."

"What's the fourth one for?" Cam asks, a smile pulling at his lips.

"So he can fuck himself while he's fucking us," I answer, barely holding in a giggle.

Cam doubles over in laughter, taking his glasses off to wipe tears from under his eyes.

"I'm right, aren't I?" I ask, gazing up at Lach, tracing the freckles on his cheek with my fingertip.

"You know me so well," he chuckles, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Go get your man." He smacks me on the ass, propelling me toward Jack.

My steps falter as I take in Jack's endless expanse of smooth skin. He's so fucking beautiful.

"Come here," he says roughly.

I don't need to be told twice. I slide my arms around his torso, pushing up on my toes to press a kiss to his chin. His beard tickles my nose as I press my lips to his jaw, moving down to his throat, nibbling at his collarbone, a rough groan urging me on. My lips coast over his chest, and I flick my tongue over his nipple before licking a line from his sternum down the midline of his abs. I drop to my knees, his cock sliding over my jaw as I kiss and bite down his happy trail, driving him mad.

"Charlie, please," he begs, his hair falling into his face as he looks down at me, golden eyes snatching the breath from my lungs.

"Let me worship you," I plead, sweeping my hands up his thighs, tracing the outline of his muscles with my tongue, savoring how his body reacts to my touch. When I reach the top of his thighs, I cradle his balls in my hand, bringing them to my mouth, sucking on him until precum is dripping from the tip. I wait for it to slide all the way down and catch it with my tongue, licking him like an ice cream cone, sliding my tongue along his slit to catch it all. His taste explodes over my senses, obliterating the last remaining thread of restraint I was holding on to. My fingertips dig into his hips as I take him in, pushing forward until he touches my throat. I breathe through my nose, sliding my tongue forward to take him even deeper. He's frozen in place, his muscles trembling from holding back. I hum my disapproval, looking up at him with narrowed eyes as I swallow around him.

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