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“I knew you’d come first,” Jason ground out the words so tauntingly I almost laughed, but that was impossible with both their cocks needing my attention.
“Shut the fuck up, you little shit,” Lucas said, his voice hitching so much he could barely get the words out. I kept my eyes on his face as I took him deeper into my throat, my clenched hand following my lips as I stroked him. “I swear to God I’ll put you on your fucking knees if you keep — fucking talking — shit — Goddamn it, Jess —”
He came deep down my throat, spurts of cum nearly making me choke. Jason took slow, deep breaths, pacing himself as the muscles in his abdomen tightened and flexed. I swallowed Lucas down, smiling as I pulled my mouth off him and switched to Jason. He groaned as my lips touched him, so close to giving me what I wanted.
Lucas stepped back, inhaling slowly as if to steady himself.
Then Jason said, “Tapping out already? Weak.”
The teasing, the taunting, the incessant games they played with me and with each other — it drove me wild. Lucas had a murderous look on his face.
“You want to ask me that again?” he said, his tone low with warning, and Jason’s cockthrobbedon my tongue. “You’re suddenly really fucking brave with that bratty mouth, J.”
Jason shivered, biting his lip and dragging it through his teeth. He grasped his hand around the back of my head, holding me there as he fucked my throat. He didn’t say a thing, but he didn’t need words for his response.
He cursed softly as he came, looking at Lucas with a mixture of uncertainty and longing. Behind them, Manson was stroking his thumb along his jaw as he watched; the expression on his face one of intense concentration.
I swallowed Jason’s cum, every drop of it.
“Apparently today was the day to wake up bright and early,” Vincent said, having come to join Manson in the doorway while I was distracted.
“Apparently,” Manson echoed. “Looks like someone woke up feeling like averygood girl this morning.” He helped me up from the floor, cupping my face as he kissed me. “Mm, I love that taste, angel. Did you do all this?”
He motioned to the food, and I nodded. The pancakes, bacon, and eggs were all kept warm with the tinfoil I’d wrapped over their plates. I was hungrier than ever now.
“I felt like doing something nice for all of you,” I said. “You know, as a thank you. For the orgasms.”
“All the more reason to keep you feeling appreciative,” Vincent said, also greeting me with a good morning kiss. “This looks fantastic, baby. Thank you.”
“Well, come on then!” I said. “Let’s get this food on the table. Who wants coffee?”
12 - Vincent
If love languages werea thing, then mine was a language centered around food. My mom had always been a passionate cook, so I attributed my appreciation of it to her. There was a lot of love in a home-cooked meal, and it really didn’t matter how simple or complex a recipe was. Even the simplest dish could be elevated if it was made with care.
The fact that Jess had cooked for all of us gave me a massive heap of fuzzy feelings. Since I always slept in so late, breakfast wasn’t usually on the menu for me. But the big plate of syrup-covered pancakes she set in front of me made me reconsider always skipping the first meal of the day.
