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Jack rides her hard, the muscles of his ass clenching with each thrust, fingers digging into the blanket on either side of her as he keeps his weight from crushing them.

"Lach, are you able to reach her clit?"

"I think so." Instead of going in from the side, I reach around his waist, pressing against him as I slide my hand between Charlie's and Cam's bodies. She presses her hips down, riding over my hand. I move even closer, my cock nestling between his cheeks, my breath stuttering as he pushes back against me. Molten-hot desire races through my veins, the fingers of my free hands digging into his hip as I flex against him. He groans and bends over Charlie's body, giving me free rein. There's no way I'll be able to last when I could come just looking at him. I squeeze lube on my cock and nudge between his cheeks. Positioning my fingers on either side of Charlie's clit, I slowly slide my hand back and forth, riding my cock up and down Jack's crack at the same time. Charlie's entire body spasms, squeezing around them, their chorus of moans echoing around us in a hedonistic melody.

"Lach." Jack looks back at me, a million emotions written on his face. "Please."

"Please, what? Tell me what you want, Jack." I have to hear the words, see his lips moving, begging. I don't want to wake up in the morning and wonder if he really wanted it or if it was only me.

"Fuck me, Lach. Please."

My gaze flickers to Cam, then down to the grin he's not even trying to hide. I don't need to ask him to know he's completely on board. "Charlie?"

She looks over her shoulder at me, cheeks flushed, hair falling around her face, the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. My Aphrodite. "If you don't fuck him right this second, I'll make you watch us while we get there without you. I swear to God, Lach."

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Charlie." I fist my cock, sliding it back and forth over Jack's asshole. My stomach clenches with anticipation, "Jack, are you—" He doesn't let me finish.

"I'm sure. Fuck. Me. Now."

I blow out a trembling breath, my control slipping through my fingers like silk. Cam pulls my hand away from Charlie, taking over so both hands are free. Jack's skin is smooth under my fingertips as I trace the slope of his shoulders, around his chest, over his ribs. Muscles tremble under my touch as I drag my hands south, memorizing the feel of his skin under my hands.

"Lach."

God, the way he says my name – that desperate edge. Like I'm the one thing he never knew he needed but now can't live without. My hands shake as I slide them over his hips, caressing the dimples in his lower back before squeezing his cheeks and spreading them wide. His moan is gasoline on fire, my restraint going up in flames. I hold my cock steady as I press against him, giving him time to adjust. All three of them freeze as Jack takes a deep breath, forcing his muscles to relax. That ring of muscle is so fucking tight it strangles the head of my cock as I push forward. Jack's entire body shudders, squeezing around me like a fucking vice.

"Jack—" My voice breaks as my world shatters, rearranging itself into something new.

"Stop holding back," he growls, pushing his hips back until I'm bottomed out, his curse muffled in Charlie's shoulder. He thrusts into Charlie, my cock sliding almost all the way out before I snap. I fuck him hard, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I pull his body back to meet my thrusts. Charlie's moans build until she's crying out, begging for release.

"Now." The command in Cam's voice is impossible to deny. I intertwine my fingers with Charlie's, pulling her hand to Jack's hip as Cam grips the back of my thigh, linking us all together. Jack sinks into Charlie, and I sink into him, holding him pinned between us, fucking him with short hard thrusts. Charlie falls first, her hand squeezing mine as her body gives in. Cam's broken groan has my balls drawing up, but it's Jack's moan of surrender that tips me over the edge, his muscles clenching around my cock as he starts to come. I angle my hips, thrusting once, twice. My climax rips an ungodly sound from my throat as I pound into him, filling him, wringing out every last bit of pleasure his body will give me.

"I'm taking back my control privileges," Cam says, his voice hoarse. "Jack, go inside with Charlie and help her wash up. I have a date with Lach."

Fuck. I pull away from Jack, rolling onto my back on the blanket, watching Jack lift Charlie off of Cam, swinging her into his arms.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she says groggily, tossing us an exaggerated wink that ends in a yawn as Jack carries her up the stairs.

"Everything okay?" I ask Cam as soon as I hear the door close behind them. I look at him as he sits up, his cock still rock hard. "You didn't?—?"

He crawls toward me, his eyes dark, a soft sheen of sweat glowing over his entire body. Elegant fingers grip my legs and push my knees toward my shoulders. He looks at me, his gaze hungry. "Spit or lube?"

Oh fuck. My cock twitches, roaring back to life.

"Spit," I rasp. My heart pounds in my chest as he looks down, curls falling over his forehead as he spits on me. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he notches his cock, pushing into me with one long stroke. I groan as I stretch to take him, my body struggling to adjust. He feels so fucking good.

"Is this how it's going to be?" I pant, my body bowing as he fists my cock, his grip strong and sure, exactly how I like it.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you going to have to re-claim your territory every time all of us fuck?"

"Is that what you think this is?"

"I did until just now," I say, mentally wincing as I second-guess myself.

"This is so you don't lay awake while the rest of us sleep, wondering if everything is okay between us. It's my reassurance to you that I still want you. Still love you. Still need you."

Cam has always had a way of knowing the deepest, darkest depths of my soul. He sees past the smoke and mirrors, tearing down my defenses, always aware of exactly what I need. I pull his face down to mine, nibbling on his bottom lip.

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