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"Oh yeah?"

"Number one: don't make a sound." He cups my breasts, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I clamp my mouth closed, swallowing my moan.

"Number two: open your legs," he whispers, glancing over at Lach to make sure he's still engrossed in his work. I let my knees fall open, relaxing against him.

"Number three," he groans, sliding his hand over my stomach and inside my panties, "Show me what you really like." He slides his middle finger down my slit, bringing it back up to tease my clit. I arch my back, pushing my hips toward his hand. He switches to two fingers, circling them over me until I'm bucking against his hand.

"You're so fucking responsive," he breathes, his voice low and husky. "It makes me want to spend every minute of every day in bed with you until I find what makes you squirm, what makes you scream my name, what makes you cum with a single touch." He switches positions, trapping my clit between his pointer and ring finger, his middle finger riding over the top as he slides his hand back and forth.

"Fuck, Cam." I strain against him as he drags his hand back, an orgasm ripping through me without warning.

"There it is. Good girl," he groans, keeping his hand between my legs until the aftershocks fade, then brings his fingers so his mouth, licking them clean.

Lach's shadow falls over us, blocking out the sun.

"Number one," he rasps, his eyes dark. "Turn around."

I obey, my heart in my throat.

"Number two: take out Cam's cock."

Cam swallows hard, his gaze following my hands as I pull down the front of his boxers and set him free.

"Number three," Lach groans, desire dripping from every word. "Taste him."

I swipe away the drop of precum with my tongue, one taste not nearly enough.

"Cup his balls," Lach commands, giving up on pretenses. "Good, now massage them, pulling down gently." I do as I’m told, and Cam becomes putty in my hands, his eyelids fluttering closed with a muffled curse. Lach kneels on the chair behind me, pulling my underwear to the center to expose my ass cheeks. His low groan has me arching my back and pushing back into his hands. "Slide your tongue back and forth over his frenulum while you massage him."

The realization that Lach is telling me what Cam likes from experience has moisture flooding my panties. This is so fucking hot. I press the flat of my tongue to the sensitive skin on the bottom of Cam's cock, pulsing it there. My entire body shakes when Lach bites my ass, a warning before he sucks my clit into his mouth through my underwear, flicking his tongue over me.

"Now fuck him with your mouth," he says, straightening, pulling my hair back as he watches me swallow Cam's cock.

"God, Charlie, you're too fucking good at that," Cam gasps, gripping the sides of the chair, his knuckles white.

"You're such a good girl," Lach praises, gripping my waist to anchor me before pressing his hips against me, my underwear preventing him from slamming home.

"All the way, love. Show him what that mouth can do. Don't hold back."

I whimper around Cam's cock as Lach pulls my underwear to the side and sinks his finger into my pussy. I moan, Cam's hips flexing in response, his cock pushing into my throat, making me gag. Lach stands up, walks to the head of the chair, and slowly lowers it until Cam is flat. Then he returns to me, pulling my ankles so I'm lying flat on my stomach, straddling one of Cam's thighs.

"What—?" Whatever I was going to ask turns into a moan as he spanks my ass; then he's jerking my underwear to the side, notching his cock at my entrance, and sliding home.

"I don't like hearing you gag, Charlie. Hold him steady." I look over my shoulder at him in confusion, only for his meaning to dawn on me when I see he's in the perfect position to suck Cam off.

"I—" Cam starts to protest, but Lach swallows him down, taking him deeper every time he thrusts into me. The rhythmic press of his hips has my clit sliding along Cam's leg, the friction building quickly. I palm Cam's balls, my fingertips positioned just above them, pulling gently in time with Lach's thrusts. Cam's broken groan rips the ground out from under us. Cam's balls tighten in my hand, emptying into Lach's eager mouth while Lach's cum fills me up. Lach sits back on his heels, pulling me up, his hand rough on my jaw as he crushes his mouth to mine, Cam's cum sliding off his tongue and onto mine.

Holy fucking God.

He breaks away with a gasp, his nostrils flaring. He slides his thumb between my thighs, pulling it back slick with cum, then coats my lips, pushing into my mouth. I lick him clean, my body throbbing. "Now go find Jack and see what he wants to do about my cum dripping down your thighs."

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Ipad across the deck and down the steps, careful not to snag my toes on the planks. Jack's facing the water, back to me, the axe across his shoulders with his arms slung over it. His pants are slung low on his hips, his torso glistening. He has no right to look so fucking good.

"Hey," I whisper, trying not to startle him.

"Hey, you." He turns toward me, setting the axe against a tree. His gaze slides from my lips to my nipples, then down to the apex of my thighs, his eyebrow cocking. "Have you been a naughty girl?" He grips my waist and lifts me onto an old stump, his palms scraping over the delicate skin of my shoulders as he pulls me against him and buries his face in my neck. I wind my arms around him, squeezing him tight, breathing him in.

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