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Unbuttoning my jeans, I reach in and pull out my cock, precum already dripping down my shaft.

“Swipe your thumb across the tip.”

I follow his instruction, using the precum as a lubricant and pumping my hand up and down my shaft a few times, hoping to relieve some pressure.If I know one thing about Devon, it’s that he won’t let us come, but I’m powerless to stop.

“Slowly run your hand along your cock just like Kelsey would as she takes each of us between her lower lips.”

The need to fulfill his every command brings me pleasure in a way nothing else can. Devon and I have never touched each other sexually–I leave that to Spencer–but there’s something about the sound of his voice, the controlling, demanding way he speaks, that sends my senses into overdrive.

“Can you feel it?” Devon’s voice drops an octave. “How tight her pussy is, squeezing your cock as she rides you?”

“Us,” Spencer moans as I tighten my hand around my shaft.

My balls tighten, ready to spread my seed all over the kitchen.

“I don’t know how much longer I can wait,” I groan, my vision blurring around the edge.

“You can,” Devon groans, as each of us imagines our first time with Kelsey. “Stop.”

“Give me one good reason,” I say through clenched teeth, gripping my cock tighter as I climb closer to the edge.

“Because you’re a good little soldier,” he whispers.

“Fuck,” I groan.

I release myself and tuck my cock back into my pants.

“You have cameras here, don’t you?” I grunt, continuing to fight for control over my body.

I don’t know how Spencer handles this torture regularly. The need to come is so overwhelming that I can’t even think straight, but the idea of disappointing Devon outweighs any need I may have. I’ll have my chance with Kelsey, and it’ll be amazing, just like Devon described. I just have to wait for it.

“No cameras,” Devon chuckles, bringing my mind back to the present. “The lieutenant called and asked what our plans were for her birthday. Apparently, Willow went home asking questions.”

“That nosey pain in the ass,” I groan, running my hands through my hair.

The last thing we need is the lieutenant snooping around, trying to figure out what’s going on between the three of us and Kelsey. Although he can’t do anything to stop us from being together or from being honorably discharged from the Corps, he could make things difficult for the next few months.

“You can say that again. I have a feeling she’s onto us.”

“If she isn’t, she will be,” I respond, peeking around the corner to check to see what Kelsey is doing. “Kelsey wants us. All of us.”

I’m met with nothing but silence.

“You have nothing to say? There’s nothing stopping us from claiming her as ours.”

“She’s always been ours. This weekend is only a formality,” Devon responds calmly. “Just keep your hands to yourself.”

Devon is right. She’s belonged to us since the first time we saw her. There is nothing or no one that can change that. She’s the final piece that will bring the three of us together.

“How will you know, since there are no cameras?” I snark back before hanging up the phone.

I know I’ll pay for that later, but I’m on edge in more ways than one. I need Kelsey in a primal way. We all do. But Devon and Spencer aren’t here. I’m tired of waiting to make her mine. She would be all too willing to let me bend her over this table and give her exactly what we both need.

I stride toward the door, ready to do just that, when my phone chimes in my pocket. I pull it out, already knowing who the message is from.

Devon: She deserves more.

“I really fucking hate you,” I mumble, taking in a deep breath, barely hanging onto the last bits of control I have left.

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