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Not that she minded. Her body could do what she liked so long as it brought her men closer to her.
Preferably as close as they could possibly get. In her, surrounding her, consuming her.
"Please," she begged, not too sure what she was asking for.
"As you wish," Jared replied, his hands leaving her.
Macey whimpered, wanting them back against her right away. She wasn't left to wonder about what he was doing for long, as his hot breath came against the inside of her thigh, causing anticipation to build inside her. This was far beyond what she could have imagined or asked for. Especially knowing that Cam and Flint were watching. Hopefully, they'd be doing more than that soon.
She thought about begging again, but decided against it. There wasn't going to be anything that stopped them now. Not with the door locked, and everything sorted for now. They were safe. Or as safe as they were going to be while the world was still in danger.
Jared kissed the inside of her thigh, making her whimper slightly.
When he moved higher still, her whimper transformed into a moan, and she pushed back into him, eager for him to pay her more attention.
"Look here, Macey," Flint said, his own voice dripping with need.
It was only then she'd noticed she'd hung her head as a result of Jared's teasing.
She looked up, to find Flint's hooded eyes boring into her, his hand on his cock, stroking slowly as he watched her slightly parted lips.
Macey's tongue darted out and Flint's breath hitched as he took in the sight. She hoped he'd take it as the invitation it was. She watched eagerly as his hand left his cock, only for him to stroke her hair with it. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes as she did.
It may make her feel wanton to be naked in a bed with three men, but there was far more to it. She may have said the words mostly to appease Self-Doubt, but she really did believe the connection between them was real. It was something deep down within them all.
And she could feel it stronger than ever right now.
Jared took the opportunity to finally reach the destination she wanted him too, drawing his tongue along her gently, but still only teasing. She gave off a soft whimper, making Flint chuckle.
"Don't worry, he's not going to stop," he said, moving his hand under Macey's chin and tipping it upwards. "But will you?"
Macey shook her head as more whimpers escaped. Jared hooked his arms around her thighs and pulled her back into him, just as Flint presented Macey with his cock.
She didn't need telling twice, and took him into her mouth, trying to focus on what was happening, even as Jared increased the pressure down below.
The angle she was at had Flint's cock touching the back of her throat and she was struggling not to gag. But she didn't want to stop, something he seemed to pick up from how she ran her tongue along the underside of him.
Flint's hands tangled in her hair as he began to thrust gently in and out of her mouth. She did her best to keep her teeth to herself, not wanting to hurt him. But Flint didn't seem to care. His thrusts were becoming more and more erratic as he got closer to finishing.
She might just end up falling over the edge.
Jared had moved his attentions to her clit, circling it with his tongue and causing her to buck backwards into him. He chuckled, the vibrations only heightening the sensations crashing through her.
All she needed now was...
That.
Cam's hands began to caress the skin of her back. It almost felt as if he was tracing each of the marks she had there with his fingers. But she couldn't focus enough to be able to tell.
Not that it would help. She actually had no idea what they all looked like. At some point, she'd have to get someone to draw a picture of them. He continued his exploration, going as far as grabbing her ass, but not far enough to slip a finger inside her. Though she wanted that more than anything.
She couldn't really ask for it while she had a mouthful of Flint though. She renewed her attentions on him, rubbing her tongue along the underside of his cock, and using her lips to suck on him.
Flint gasped and grasped her hair tighter.
"I think she wants it," he managed to grind out through his teeth.
Macey wasn't sure what silent communication passed between her men, but Jared left his position behind her, and she felt somewhat bereft. At least, until he re-positioned himself underneath her, and gently resumed his attentions, lapping his tongue against her sensitive skin.
