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Rhys watched Tony for just a moment, then reached out to tear her paper robe down the middle, lowering his own head to feast on her nipples.
Jess writhed beneath them, their ministrations driving her to the point of climax within minutes. However, before she could come, Tony rose from the stool, kicking it away.
“Tony,” she gasped. “Please. I’m so close.”
“I know you are, but you’re going to come on my dick, angel. Let me feel it.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom. Sliding it on, he remained at the end of the table, teasing Jess’s slit with the head of his cock, running it from clit to anus and back again as she begged. “Is this what you want?” he asked.
Jess’s eyes were closed, her body primed, ready. “God yes. Please.”
“Open your eyes, Jess. I need to see them.”
Tony had made the same request the other night. Rhys stood next to them, not participating, enjoying his role as voyeur. He wouldn’t have expected merely watching to be such a turn-on, to be a hot button for him, but after making that discovery Sunday night, he wasn’t even certain he’d be able to return to sex with just him and a woman again. Sharing Jess with Tony had ruined him, as far as he was concerned.
But he didn’t know if that was because of the physical act as much as who they were and how important they’d become to him. Probably both.
Jess shifted her legs, wrapping them around Tony’s waist, using them to try to draw him into her. Tony, the devil, merely grinned.
“You’re a terrible patient,” he murmured.
“Tell me about it,” Rhys added with a grin.
“Shouldn’t you still be examining my breasts?” Jess demanded.
Rhys laughed, even as Tony narrowed his eyes. It was clear his friend had dominant tendencies in the bedroom, something that wasn’t completely surprising, considering those same traits existed outside the bedroom as well. Tony was a take-charge kind of guy, a born leader.
Jess, used to being the captain of her own ship, hadn’t fully figured that out yet, still accustomed to taking care of her own needs.
A loud slap rang through the room, and Jess lurched up on to her elbows.
“Bad patient,” Tony said, repeating the same smack on her other ass cheek.
“Tony—” she started.
“Lay back down, Jess,” Tony commanded.
She hesitated, just long enough that Tony’s face morphed from amused to determined. “Your only response right now is ‘Yes, Dr. Moretti.’”
Jess sighed out a soft breath of enjoyment as she lowered herself back down. “Yes, Dr. Moretti. But bear in mind, payback is a bitch.”
Tony laughed as he looked at Rhys. “She’s always going to keep us on our toes.”
Rhys ran his hand along the side of Jess’s face. “I’m not complaining.”
Tony lifted Jess’s legs around his waist once more, lining his cock up with her pussy. “Me either,” he said as he pressed in.
Jess groaned, so many emotions flickering over her face in such rapid succession, Rhys wasn’t sure how she could feel so much in so short a time. There was the briefest wince of pain, something not unexpected, given her relative inexperience and Tony’s girth. But that look was quickly replaced by one of pleasure and perhaps even disbelief.
Rhys could relate to that. Ever since Sunday, he’d been able to think of little else besides these two people and the unexpected bond the three of them had somehow formed. It was so overwhelming, he’d managed to do little more than revel in it. The old Rhys would have spent the past forty-eight hours overanalyzing everything, then developing a plan moving forward, but he’d managed none of that, too hung up on reliving the bliss, rolling around in the happiness, and longing for another opportunity to be alone with Jess and Tony, like a teenage boy with his first crush.
“Tony,” Jess gasped, once he was buried to the hilt.
“Hold on, angel,” he said, his words punctuated with a series of hard, fast thrusts. Rhys was spellbound for a moment, before he realized he wanted a piece of the action. He bent over her chest, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth.
Jess’s hands flew to his head, her fingers tugging his hair until his scalp stung slightly. “God!”
Jess’s vocabulary shrank to Tony’s name and his. Nothing else as the two of them worked in tandem to drive her to one orgasm, then a second. On the third, Tony was panting like a thoroughbred horse, his own climax imminent.
Rhys lifted his head to observe.
