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He shook his head, the corner of his mouth lifting.

He likes to watch.

I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, playfully pouting, even though I trembled at the idea of Jesse bringing me to orgasm while he watched.

The hand between my legs slid along my seam, fingers teasing without entering. I moaned against the diabolical sensation, jerking my hips toward him, struggling to keep my arms still in the manacle of Jesse’s hand. The desperation constricting my pussy demanded to be stroked harder, rubbed deeper, and pounded into ecstasy.

All three of us had desires to fulfill, but beyond that, I sensed another need from Jesse and Roark. A need to erase any interest I might’ve had toward the Link’s men. Sharing me among three men was hard enough. It would’ve been harder to share me with a fourth or a fifth or more, especially since neither Jesse nor Roark would have actual sex with me.

They were staking me as theirs.

When I released another moan, Jesse’s mouth caught it, our lips sealing our breaths, his tongue rolling against mine. My body stilled, all thought and feeling zooming in on the warm, wet seduction of his mouth.

His breathing, frenzied and hot against my lips, had the most intoxicating effect. He was as turned on as I was, and dammit, I was leaking all over his curling fingers.

I twisted my arms against his hold at my back and spread my legs wider, rocking my hips. “Inside.” I rubbed my tongue against his, the kiss intensifying, growing faster, wetter, harder. “Please, Jesse.”

He tore his mouth away and buried a groan against my neck, his fingers working deeper with each pass, spreading me open and slipping around my drenched opening.

Roark still hadn’t shifted. His hands, folded between his knees, didn’t budge to stroke the hard length of his cock, which lay trapped against his leg beneath the tight stretch of his boxers. His lips parted to accommodate his labored breaths and the heat in his eyes melted my insides.

Footsteps passed outside the door every few minutes, and muffled voices penetrated the walls. But all distractions disappeared when Jesse’s fingers burrowed inside me, fucking me hard, harder, so jarringly rough my legs gave out.

He lifted me, planting my ass on the counter, and swallowed my scream with his mouth. His fingers thrust mercilessly, working me into a panting, back-bowing creature in heat. I didn’t even recognize the noises garbling from my mouth.

Without breaking the kiss, I bent my knees and dug my heels against the edge of the counter. The position tilted my pussy upward, giving him easier access as he fingered me harder, pounding his knuckles against my swollen flesh, and hurtling me closer toward the bliss of release.

If he had any reservations about Roark’s presence, he didn’t show it. Maybe he’d completely forgotten about our voyeur in his crazed fever. I’d never seen him like this, the wild look in his eyes, the out-of-control breathing, and the frantic thrusting of his erection against my inner thigh. He was two-hundred-pounds of desperate, starving insistence, and I was spread wide open for him, slick, aching, and ready.

He released my arms, shoving his hand between us to join the other. Then I felt it, the wet head of his cock, free from the confines of his briefs, nudging against my center and blocked only by his fingers. Holy fuck, he was stroking himself, his fist jerking along his shaft, his breaths hot against my mouth.

A roaring fire exploded inside me, stealing the oxygen from my lungs as it spread through my body, building, shooting me toward the scorching horizon. I pushed my hands through his hair, his face pressed against my neck, and leaned back to look at him between my legs.

His hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Yes, it was just a cock, but it was more beautiful than anything I’d envisioned, the length hard as steel, throbbing with veins, and angry red.

At the edge of my vision, Roark stood, towering over us. But I was too far gone. Too much pressure, unraveling, tearing apart. I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to.

My inner muscles pulsed around his fingers, and I felt like I was ripped open with spectacular force, coming, coming… Holy fucking motherfuck, I was screaming, every cell in my body catching fire and blowing up, over and over and over.

His fingers continued to slam into me, the shaft of his cock rubbing against my folds. The tip rubbed across my clit, the base ground against my center, and his mouth…fuck, his mouth consumed me, sucking my air, drinking my cries, and drawing out my orgasm with a sinfully talented tongue.

He choked, a pained sound at the back of his throat, but he wasn’t done. His chest collided with mine, his fingers shaking as they swirled through my wetness. The head of his cock replaced his hand, growing more urgent, sliding, pressing, and punching aggressive spasms through the aftershocks of my climax.