Page 189 of Charlie

"Are you?" I counter, my stomach fluttering as I step away from the bed.

He chuckles. "I'm ready for everything you want to give me, mo chridhe."

He's not lying. He's hard as steel in my hand, twitching as I run my thumb over his head. I push him back on the bed and he bends his legs, planting his feet flat. I climb up and nestle my hips between his thick thighs, loving how they squeeze around me.

"Should we see who can last longer?" Lach asks, his gaze ping-ponging between all of us.

"What does the winner get?" Jack asks, folding his arms behind his head, his biceps giving me butterflies in my stomach.

"I'll cook dinner for whoever wins," I offer, realizing how lame that sounds once the words are already out of my mouth.

"You? Cook dinner?" Lach asks, his eyebrows raised.

"I haven't seen you cook anything more than a piece of toast the entire time I've known you," Jack says, a smile pulling at his lips.

"Same," Cam agrees. "Very intriguing." The three of them exchange glances, a silent transfer of information I have no hope of figuring out.

"It's a deal then," I say, trying not to be too offended that they think I'm incapable of following a recipe. "What if I win?"

"You have your pick of rooms to turn into your art studio," Jack says, not even having to think about it.

"Seriously?"

"Do your worst, Sassenach."

Cam untangles himself from Lach, motioning for him to lie next to Jack. Cam squirts lube on his cock before handing it over to me. I'm already throbbing–there's no fucking chance I'll be able to last much longer. I squeeze some lube onto my finger, giving my body a reprieve for the time being.

My breath catches as I get a front-row seat to Cam sinking into Lach with one sure stroke. The ripple of their muscles as they adjust to the sensations, their moans as he begins to move. I'm so fucked. I squeeze my hand around the base of Jack's cock, sliding my lubed-up finger between his cheeks to tease him. His abs flex, his whole body tensing, then he takes a deep breath, his gaze holding mine as he forces his body to relax. My finger slips in to the first knuckle and I put pressure on the muscle, stretching him before sliding in further and massaging his prostate.

"Jesus," he groans, thrusting into my hand, desperate. I pour lube into my hand, spreading it on the dildo and over his cock with gentle strokes. I nudge the dildo between his cheeks, bearing down with my hips with light pressure until he's opening for me, ready for more.

"You're doing so well," I say, my voice husky. I watch as the head of the dildo disappears inside of him, giving him time to adjust by stroking him from base to tip. When he's thrusting into my hand again, I put steady pressure against him, the dildo sinking all the way in.

"Fuck, Charlie," he pants, his chest heaving, eyes barely open.

"Too much?"

"Never enough." He reaches down and turns on the vibe, then covers my hand with his, both of us jerking him off, allowing me to concentrate on fucking him the way he deserves. Cam's hips slap against Lach's thighs with every thrust, the sound like the crack of a whip urging me on. The vibe’s insistent attack on my clit combined with the push and pull against my g-spot makes my extremities feel fuzzy, and my vision blurs around the edges. Fuck. I lean forward, planting my free hand on the bed, leaving space for our hands between us.

"I—"

"I know." He cups my face, his gaze locking with mine, and my world explodes. Before I realize what's happening, Jack pulls away, discarding the toy as he hooks his leg under mine, fliping us over, and buries his cock deep. One thrust and he's coming with me, his hands tight on my hips, pulling me tight to him. Our lips crash together before the aftershocks wear off, wild desperation turning into tenderness.

"Come here," I murmur to Lach once I’ve come back to earth, laughing when he scrambles out from under Cam. Jack disentangles himself, and Lach takes his place, spreading my legs wide, his nostrils flaring. He runs his finger through me, gathering Jack's cum and pushing it back inside before dragging his cock down my slit and sliding home with a relieved groan.

I can't manage to tear my gaze away from Lach's face as Cam moves into position behind him. I clench around Lach, a visceral response to his eyes rolling back as Cam fills him. Lach's broken groan is wildfire in my veins, igniting everything in its path. I whimper, my body making the climb whether I’m ready or not.

"Hold the fuck up," Jack grumbles, launching himself against the headboard and pulling me on top of him, my back pressed to his chest. He slides into my pussy before Lach can shuffle over, getting his cock slick before positioning himself between my cheeks. Lach takes his place between my thighs, fisting his shaft, sliding the head of his cock through my folds before they both push into me simultaneously.

Holy fucking God.

Cam reaches around Lach, sliding his thumb over my clit as he slowly sinks into Lach’s ass. Jack grabs my knees, opening them wide and using them as leverage to bounce me up and down on both of their dicks. I have no hope with how their muscles flex around me – in me, their hands all over me, all over each other, two cock filling me so full the line blurs between pleasure and pain. I want it all. With one last violent thrust, we shatter into a million pieces, floating in the ether until consciousness slowly rears her sleepy head.

"I swear I heard bagpipes playing when I was coming," Lach groans, rolling off of me.

"You're full of shit," Cam says, laughing.

"More like full of cum," Lach yawns, winking at me. "Who won?"

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