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“Let me suck you,” she panted and the sight of her wrecked and tangling one hand in Bear’s hair while she continued to roll her hips up like that was almost my undoing. But not quite, not yet.

Bear had staked his claim on what part of her body he wanted to occupy. I was going to do the same. I got closer and trailed a finger down her chest, tracing idle patterns across her skin.

“You have the most amazing tits,” I said, my cheeks heating up despite the situation we were already in. Lane huffed a laugh that quickly turned into a resonant moan. “I…I want to fuck them.”

Her eyes shot wide as she took in what I’d just asked. I swallowed back the urge to apologize or backtrack. Lane’s boldness in demanding what she wanted inspired my own. But she still held all the cards and that was exactly the way I wanted it. I ran the back of my knuckles against her cheek.

“Only if that’s okay, baby. I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” I added, locking my gaze on hers so she knew I meant it.

She thought about it for a second, her eyes still glazed with pleasure as Bear started using his fingers. A wicked smile spread across her beautiful face. “Lube’s in the drawer.”

I retrieved it with the speed of light, coating my dick until I was sure it wouldn’t chafe and hurt her. Lane got on all fours and watched me with eager eyes, biting her lip. Behind her, Bear was whispering something in her ear that I couldn’t hear. Then he reached out and grabbed the bottle of lube, covering two of his fingers in the substance.

I watched with fascination as he kissed the back of her neck before slipping his lubed-up fingers in her ass, guiding her through the initial discomfort with the familiarity of someone who’d done this before.

I wasn’t thinking. I just leaned down in the sniper position and raised my head between her thighs until I could wrap my lips around her swollen clit. I began to suck.

It took seconds for her next orgasm to break over her and this time, it was a silent scream that lasted longer, seemed to wring her out and I thought she might tap out until she reached over and squeezed my hard-on.

I yelped and let go of her clit and she chuckled. “Wasn’t there something you wanted to do?”

I moved out from under her and just stared in wonder. Lane was breathless with pleasure, but she groped her breasts and held them together then crooked a finger at me, welcoming me to do what I asked. I stopped gawking. I took her face in my hands and kissed her once before getting on my knees in front of her and positioning my dick until it was nestled in her cleavage. That sensation already was enough to make me sigh in pleasure, but then I began to experimentally thrust and my inhibitions started unravelling inch by glorious inch.

This was a different level altogether. Knowing that Lane was enjoying herself and witnessing the proof of it while doing something I hadn’t tried before was a heavenly combination. The suppleness of her skin and the tight fit of her tits had me quickly careening head-first into another close-call but I wanted this to last so much longer.

It wasn’t just my own pleasure, it was so much bigger than that.

It was the knowledge that even though we were in this current position, Lane was still the one that had all the power. It just belonged to her, just like we belonged to her and I realized that I didn’t care that it was a “we” situation anymore. Sharing this with Bear didn’t feel wrong or gross, it felt right.

“Where do you want me to finish?” I stuttered out, trying to still my hips before I blew too early.

“Inside,” Lane groaned, pulling back. One of Bear’s hands slid around the side of her and groped her breast and she pressed back against him, her head flopping forward. “Both of you, inside of me.”

Yes, ma’am.

I wasn’t exactly sure how we were going to do this but Bear suddenly addressed me for the first time since we started this whole thing. “Wanna take her ass, Sy?”

I froze, looking at Lane immediately. “What?”

“She loves it,” Bear added, doing something behind her that made her squeal. “Ask her.”

Lane nodded wordlessly at me, an exhausted grin on her face. “I do. I want you to fuck my ass, Sy.”

Hearing her say that I was probably hard enough to fuck straight through a car door. Bear laid on his back and Lane straddled him, lowering herself onto his cock until her pussy enveloped him completely. I had to try and I had to consciously bat away the last remnants of instinctual jealousy that he got to experience her warmth.

She rode him for a bit, both of them making noises until I came up behind her. Then there was nothing but the sound of ragged panting and my own blood pounding in my veins. I kissed her ear, then the side of her neck as I carefully guided my cock into her asshole.

Lane cried out and arched her back wildly, her head flopping back. I pressed my mouth against her temple. “Easy, baby. We’ll wait until you’re comfortable, yeah?”

She nodded wildly, swallowing hard as her body adjusted. Every muscle in my own body strained with the urge to thrust. Her intense heat and tightness had me dizzy and my hips were taking on a mind of their own with the desire to move.

But I waited, my jaw set so hard my teeth were grinding. But she finally gave us the go-ahead and I slowly began to move, the relief so sweet I could’ve cried. Bear waited until I picked up a comfortable rhythm, then matched me.

Between us, Lane was losing her mind. She was trembling but still moving, still riding both of us and making me so proud all I wanted to do was make sure she came and—

Lane screamed out loud, both of our names falling from her lips like cinderblocks and then her body spasmed around mine, squeezing the shit out of me and I came too. Bear followed, cursing as he spilled into her.

We collapsed together, a sticky mess of exhausted bodies and soft laughter. We were all so spent that no one moved for a solid two or three minutes, the early silver morning light starting to creep in through the windows.