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Scotty is panting, but his smile is obvious. “Yes, oh my god. Can we stay like this forever? This feeling is unreal being in the middle.”

“I don’t think I’ll last forever, but it really is,” I agree because I’ve been in that position with my husband and a third plenty before, and it’s euphoric.

Patrick starts moving with slow thrusts that send Scotty’s dick deeper into me. We all groan in unison as the motion sends waves of pleasure through our connected bodies. Patrick sets the pace, each thrust pushing Scotty forward.

The room is full of moans and pants mixed with the slick sound of skin against skin. Scotty becomes more confident again as he finds his rhythm, moving with Patrick and matching his thrusts. He’s able to shift to release one of my legs, and I hold it back on my own as Scotty’s hand comes down to stroke my cock.

“God, Joey, you feel so fucking good. So tight around me.”

“He’s perfect, isn’t he?” Patrick murmurs.

“So good,” Scotty moans as his hips continue to thrust into me, and the way I still somehow feel like their attention is on me despite Scotty being between us has my cock leaking even more.

Patrick’s hand slides up Scotty’s stomach, fingers tracing his skin before he starts to play with his nipple. “How does it feel, sweetheart? Being in the middle? Fucking my husband while I fuck you?”

“Better than anything,” Scotty responds through gritted teeth, trying to hold his composure.

Patrick leans over to lick Scotty’s cheeks before he continues. “Do you want me to fuck him through you, or do you want to take over and fuck us both?”

“The second one,” Scotty pants out.

Patrick slows his movements with an approving hum and adds, “Fuck yourself back onto my thick cock after each thrust into my husband. Fuck him faster. Harder.”

Scotty complies, his thrusts more forceful, more urgent. The change in pace sends sparks through my body, and I cry out in pleasure. Scotty’s hand tightens around my cock, his strokes matching his increasingly frantic movements.

It’s so sexy watching Scotty take exactly what he wants from us while I get to ride out this pleasure.

“That’s it,” Patrick encourages.

I decide that instead of lying here like a pillow princess, I need to be even closer to them. Somehow. I push my hips up, meeting his thrusts. Heat is coiling in my gut. Scotty feels like he’s in there too. So deep, and I can’t keep holding back. Tension is building rapidly.

“Close,” I gasp out. “So close.”

“Me too. Oh god, I’m gonna come,” Scotty pants as his movements become increasingly uncoordinated.

His words are cut off by a forceful thrust of Patrick’s hips as he takes over again, driving Scotty deeper into me. Scotty cries out, somehow still managing to stroke my dick as his body tenses over me, no doubt filling the condom in me. Patrick continues to thrust into Scotty, and it’s all more than enough to push me over the edge.

I moan through it, spilling all over Scotty’s hand and my stomach. I feel boneless, sated, but my attention perks up at Patrick’s orgasm slamming into him. He stills inside of Scotty, hips twitching slightly as he comes.

There’s so much panting, but Patrick turns Scotty’s chin toward him and kisses him. It’s slow, seductive, full of passion, and when they break apart, Scotty leans forward and kisses me with the same tenderness.

We stay connected for a long moment until Patrick pulls out of Scotty, and he follows suit, pulling out of me. I feel a surprising sense of emptiness, a surge of loss that’s more than physical. No one else we’ve ever had in bed with us has felt like Scotty does in these moments; my body has never immediately ached at the loss of anyone other than my husband. I don’t know what that means, but I try not to focus on it, reminding myself that we have more time here with him.

Except, I already want a repeat. Want to stay in bed together the rest of the trip. One week doesn’t seem like nearly long enough to experience everything I want to with them.

I hear the shower turn on, and they both come back into the room, free of condoms.

“Wait,” I ask, not nearly as eager to move on as the two of them, who apparently want to jump into aftercare. “Come here.”

They stare at my outstretched arms as I move up slightly to sprawl out on the bed, and smile as they nod. Scotty scoots next to me, wrapping his arms around me, and rests his head on my chest. Patrick mutters he’ll be right back; I hear the shower turn off. He comes back with a warm, wet washcloth to wipe the cum off my stomach before tossing it in the bathroom, then joins us a moment later, lying on my other side, and manages to wrap his big arms around both of us.

We lie there in comfortable silence, our bodies tangled together as the aftermath of our passion slowly cools.

“That was incredible,” I eventually say.

Patrick presses a kiss to my forehead. “It was.”

“Can we do that again?” Scotty laughs.