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She couldn’t wait to see him, to suck him too. But now it was time to make the man she loved come like he’d never come before, just the way they’d done for her moments ago. She pulled back to the tip of his head and swirled her tongue in his slit in the way she knew drove him wild. Jack had one hand latched to Spencer’s left cheek while his head bobbed back and forth. Jack was tonguing his hole, of that she was sure. The thought drove her to gobble Spencer to the back of her throat once more, sucking hard and swallowing at the same time. Spencer hissed above them and thrust his hips forward, jabbing his cock farther into Rory’s mouth.

“Uhh-ahhhh,” Spencer sighed, holding her head on his cock while she rubbed her tongue against his shaft.

Jack scooted down and took one of Spencer’s balls into his mouth. His finger disappeared between Spencer’s cheeks, rocking in and out of his portal. Rory redoubled her efforts, pulling back with a twisting suck and pressing forward again at increasing speed. She gripped Spencer’s thigh for leverage. Spencer pumped his hips to her rhythm and Jack kept pace in his ass with his fingers.

“Ah, that’s it. I’m going to come.”

Rory didn’t stop. She moaned her approval and added her hand to the base of his shaft, trailing every stroke of her mouth with a corkscrew twist. She felt him surge against her tongue, and though she wished to swallow every drop he had to give, those pearly ropes were promised to Jack.

Jack tucked his head against her chest and she milked Spencer’s cock until he spilled freely all over Jack’s lips and cheeks. It thrilled her to see it happen, even more so because she’d helped. She licked at Jack’s face, knowing the familiar taste of Spencer’s seed and loving the scrape of Jack’s evening scruff on her tongue. He turned and caught her lips in a searing kiss, while Spencer panted above them and sagged against the wall. Jack had been right about the wall. No surprise there.

Spencer’s chest heaved as he spoke. “Beat the clock?”

“With a minute to spare,” Jack said, sounding pleased.

Rory rubbed her hand over Jack’s cock. “You haven’t had a chance to come yet.”

“We’re about to change that,” Jack said, and took her hand as he got to his feet. “Bedroom sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” she said.

Jack patted her bottom. “Has Spencer been inside you here yet?”

“No,” Rory whispered, wondering just how squeaky her voice could get.

Spencer rubbed her other ass cheek. “Maybe we waited for you.”

Jack grinned. “That’s nice of you to say.”

Something in his tone said that he knew Spencer was being playful, but for Rory it was completely true. She had waited with that secret hope. She’d been imagining being filled with both of their cocks at once, ever since Jack had hinted about it in the Hamptons.

“Spencer has been preparing me…with toys,” Rory blurted. She rolled her eyes at how that sounded. “I mean, we’ve been practicing.” Oh God, it only got worse.

Jack tilted his head at her when they reached the bedroom door. “Good. How’s it been going?” There was a hint of amusement in his voice.

Spencer rubbed his thumb at the base of her skull in that little divot that seemed to hold all of Rory’s tension. How had she gotten so tense in such a short time? Fear. But also there was excitement. Topping it all off was base desire and a knowledge that she was about to do the thing that she’d been dreaming about over the last three months. And she hoped that it would be the first of many opportunities.

“As usual, Rory’s been the best student,” Spencer replied when she remained speechless. He pushed open the door to their bedroom, and Rory cringed that her hand-washable bras hung in a gang by the window. She’d forgotten that they’d been set to dry that morning. “Oh jeez, what a slob. Sorry about—”

Jack shook his head at her disapprovingly. “I’ve been celibate for the last three months hoping to be invited into your bedroom. Do you think I give one hoot about what it looks like?” He captured her head between his large smooth palms. “I don’t like it when you put yourself down.”

Spencer kissed her shoulder and pulled her inside. “Baby, the only one who cares about that kind of stuff is you.”

“Spencer, I think Rory needs to understand what we do care about.”

Spencer grinned. “The only bra I’m concerned about is the one you’re still wearing for some crazy reason.” He busied himself with the clasp, disengaging it with ease and tossing it near its drip-dried siblings.

She stood naked, waiting and wanting but not moving. Jack encouraged her to sit, smoothing his hands over her shoulders and down her arms. “You look frightened. You don’t need to be.”

Rory looked away. “I’m sorry. It’s not like I don’t want to.”

“I’m going to teach you this. I think you’ll love it.” He kissed her softly. “Can you give your body to us? Can you trust that we’ll take care of you?”

“Yes, I trust you.”

The firmness of his grasp on her shoulders made her shiver. He guided her to the edge of the bed. “Up.”

She complied, scooting to the middle of the bed on her knees.

“Spencer, get to the middle of the bed too. Where is your lube?”

“In the night table.” His lip curled into a mischievous smirk. “Next to the dildo we bought.”

Jack smiled back at him, retrieving it along with the hot-pink silicone cock. “Nice, but we won’t be needing this today.” He tossed it back into the drawer.

“It’s a lot smaller than either of you,” Rory said.

“Spencer and I will take it slow.” He climbed onto the bed, settling in the center and lying down. “Now sit on my face and let me get you loosened up.”

She didn’t hesitate. How could she, with an invitation like that?

Jack lapped at her pussy lips with a flat tongue several earth-quaking times before poking it past her folds and into her hole. Then she felt a new drip of wetness pour from within her. He’d already inserted a well-lubed finger into her ass and begun to rotate it in a tight circle. The sensations hit her in the face, making her flush from her head to her core. He pulled his finger out and another entered the tight ring of muscle serving sentry at her darkest portal. This time Spencer’s finger burrowed inside to the knuckle. The burn was fleeting, giving way to a dull but persistent swell of pleasure. He twisted it a few times and pulled free. Again Jack pushed his digit inside and withdrew. All the while his talented mouth continued its tour of her pussy, licking and slurping up the juices she poured. The pleasure he induced relaxed her, made her ass more pliable and increasingly more receptive to his prodding finger. Then Spencer inserted two fingers and Jack switched hands, adding two of his own inside her pussy while he lapped and sucked on her clit.

“Oh…God.” She was panting by now.

Spencer scissored his fingers. “I think she’s ready.”

Ready as she would ever be. “Please. Put it in. I want you inside me, Spence. I need to feel you there.”

“Slow and easy, baby, remember?” He pressed his cockhead to her anus and fire spread out from the source. “Ah…you are so tight.”

“Oh, it burns.”

Jack rolled from under her and took hold of her ass cheeks, spreading them. “When the burn subsides, I want you to ease back onto his cock, just a little at a time.”

She braced herself.

“No, no, baby. Relax.” Jack’s hand dropped from her butt and rubbed her clit. Her body responded, turning to honey at his efforts.

She bore down on Spencer’s cock, taking him a little deeper. “That’s it, baby. You have the whole head now,” Jack said. “It should start feeling like heaven any minute now.” He rubbed her clit furiously.

“Mmmm…yes. More.”

Spencer took her hips and rocked forward. She felt his hairy thighs brush the back of hers as he buried himself to the hilt.

“Oh fuck, that looks sexy as hell. I have to get some of that pussy, baby,” Jack said, and he tucked his head back under her already trembling body. He slid two fingers into her vacant hole and drank down every drop she poured, lapping at her clit and scooping her juices with a curved tongue.

Spencer drove into her without caution. He no longer had to worry; Rory was giddy with pleasure, calling for him. “Fuck me, Spence. Oh God, fuck me!”

A volcano was awakening inside her, promising an eruption that would rock her world. She bit her lip and focused on the slap of Spencer’s balls, the spinning of her head, the throbbing in her clit, and the heat, oh the sudden, liquid heat in her ass.

“I’m coming, baby! Take all of it,” Spencer cried out and Rory shuddered with her own convulsions, milking his cock with her pulsing embrace.

He pulled out. “Can you take Jack now, baby? He’s got to feel you.”

She could hardly form words, but managed to say, “Hurry.”

“Suit me up, Spencer. In my jeans.” From his position at the edge of the bed, Jack reached up and took hold of her waist, pulling her against his rigid staff as he planted his feet firmly on the floor. She took hold of his cock, stroking the smooth length of it in her fist. “Spence, hurry.”

The tearing of foil split the air. They got the condom in place and Jack’s cock lubed up. Not sparing a moment, Jack lifted her onto his cock and slammed home deep as he could go in her ass. She’d thought she would ride him, but knowing Jack, she should have known better. Jack did the fucking; his lover just held on for the ride.

He pulled her legs back and ratcheted his hips at a ravenous speed, sending popping sounds into the air and making her pussy drip slick honey down where they joined. She caught a glimpse of them in the mirror and realized why Spencer was staring so slack-jawed at them. The sight was pure eroticism, her breasts swayed and bobbed to the will of Jack’s relentless rhythm, her pussy raised high into the air for full inspection and Jack’s cock ramming into her from underneath. Spencer took his rapidly swelling cock and placed the shaft against her soaking wet cunt with the thunderous way Jack stroked into her ass providing all the friction they needed for the maximum effect.

“I’m going to blow, I don’t know if I can wait for you, princess.”

“Oooohh, it’s right there, don’t stop!” He didn’t. She watched him in the mirror, his eyes squeezed shut, his teeth bared like a dangerous animal, and it made her indescribably proud to know that she’d brought him to such a point of desperation. The mere idea took her over the edge and she gushed with the power of her climax all over Spencer’s balls.

“Yeah, that’s my girl,” Spencer said, bending over and laying a kiss on her lips, just as Jack let himself fall apart inside her.

“Ah…ahhh…Rory…fuck.” He sang her name and she floated away on it. To make him feel like that, to know that Spencer was all toothy grins and sweet kisses over it—she couldn’t imagine a better way to make up for lost time.

Chapter Eighteen

“I’m so glad I never got a cat.”

Spencer propped himself up on his elbow and peered at Jack over his pillow. The morning light cut past the shades and made a sharp line across their blankets. “Huh?”

“That poor bastard would have starved by now. I haven’t been home in three days.”

“You’re right. Good thing you don’t have a cat,” Spencer said, letting his thumb wander over Jack’s pouty bottom lip. Rory stirred behind him and threw her leg over his hip. He wrapped it tighter around him and held onto her calf. This was the meaning of heaven.

Jack sighed. “Today. I’ve got to go home today.”

Spencer cocked an eyebrow his way. “What, did you forget to pack something in that canoe you call an overnight bag?”

“Fuck you. That thing is Prada.”

“Prada, shmada.”

Jack smiled at him, but held his ground. “Today, I go home.”

“Yeah, but later. After that run we talked about. Don’t think I’m going to let you weasel out of it.”

“Weasel out of it? The only way you’ll be able to keep up with me is if I put you on a leash.” Jack flashed him that irresistibly smug smirk and Spencer’s cock responded. Or maybe it was the mention of a leash that sent a jolt to his balls.

“You beat me back to the house, Jack, and you can go ahead and put me on a leash, if it will float your boat.”

Jack took a handful of Spencer’s cock and inched in so close that Spencer could feel Jack’s tongue flick at his lips when he spoke. “When I put you on a leash, it won’t be because you said I could.”

Spencer remained completely still, except for the pulsing pressure causing his cock to twitch in Jack’s hand. He waited, and the wait made him hungrier by the second.

Rory stretched behind him, thrusting her arm into the air with a yawn and then letting it float back down over Spencer’s shoulder. “What are you guys talking about? Is Spencer being naughty?”

“He is. That’s usually your job, isn’t it, sweetheart?” Jack said, picking up her hand and kissing her knuckles when it landed near his face.

“That’s because I’m so good at it,” she said, wiggling her index finger over his lips until he accepted it into his mouth.

Spencer watched Jack suck on it as the rhythm he chose matched the strokes on his cock.

“You’re teasing me,” Spencer whispered.

Jack nodded, sucking harder and adding another of Rory’s fingers to his mouth.

“Torturing you is what I was born for. I could very possibly become obsessed with that look on your face.”

What could he say to that? He wasn’t about to admit that he liked being the object of Jack’s obsession. He did what he was supposed to do; he lay back and let Jack torture him, happily.

When the long and winding path to ecstasy met its end, a long, languid trail of seed eased from his aching cock and trickled over Jack’s knuckles.

“I’ll forgive you for coming without permission because you looked so fucking hot.”

Spencer sucked in a much-needed gulp of air. It was all so intense. Every moment with Jack was like having a lightning rod in his chest, all electricity and danger. He knew that feeling, that uncanny and beautifully specific thrill of playing at the edge of safety. The only place he’d felt it before Jack was on the side of a mountain. Spencer shivered a little.

“You two stay here. I’ll put together some breakfast,” Jack said. “I’m sure you can find a way to entertain yourselves.”