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He pulled his mouth away and buried it against my neck. His hand shoved between us and gripped the base of his cock while he continued to thrust.

“Evie. You need to come. I’m not—” He grunted, panting, his hips pounding ruthlessly. “I’m not gonna last. I can’t…I can’t—”

His arm jerked away, and his hands slammed against the mattress as his spine bowed and his body locked up.

“Fuuuuuck!” His head fell back on his shoulders, and sinews stretched and pressed against his throat.

Holy hell, he was a glorious sight. His eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, pecs contracting, and thighs like steel against mine. Then he groaned, a vibrating guttural sound, as his cock pulsed inside me, hot and hard, spurting his release.

He collapsed on top of me, his forearms on either side of my head, supporting his weight. As we caught our breaths, we watched each other openly, happily. No words exchanged or needed. For a long moment, with his cock twitching inside me, we simply enjoyed the intimacy of the connection.

I could’ve drifted to sleep in that blissful dream-state, wrapped in the warmth of his skin, our legs intertwined, and hearts beating as one. But I hadn’t forgotten Roark, and contrary to my assumption about a man’s recovery rate, Jesse was still hard inside me.

He turned his head toward Roark, eyes narrowing on the erection Roark gripped in one hand. With a grunt, Jesse reached for the bottle of ultrasound gel on the nightstand and tossed it at him.

Was he telling Roark to jerk off? Or holy shit, was he planning on fulfilling my fantasy?

He rolled us, his arm cinched around my back and a hand on my thigh, keeping his cock firmly seated in the clutch of my body, the movement inside me flaring wonderful sensations through my body.

I ended up on top, with him on his back, staring up at me. Shit, he was so sexy it was no wonder I was in a perpetual state of arousal.

I stared back and rolled my hips. “Again?”

I’d asked this last time, but seriously, how was he still hard?

He pulled me down until I lay flat against his chest, my thighs straddling his waist, and his cock sliding ever-so slightly along my inner muscles.

“Evie, I haven’t had sex in over two years. To say I’m a little excited right now is an understatement. Besides…” He grinned, and there was a whole lot of cocky in those shiny copper eyes. “I’ve got to prove I can last longer than three seconds.”

Oh, well, who was I to come between a man and his ego?

Roark climbed on the bed behind me. Just thinking about the view laid out before him, with Jesse’s knees bent and legs spread and my cunt stretched around a huge length of cock, surged a renewed quiver in my pussy.

Jesse palmed my ass, spreading my cheeks apart, and pressed a finger against the ring of muscle. “Have you ever been fucked here?”

He used his grip to move me up and down his shaft, teasing both of us.

I groaned in response, my breath catching. “Michio. A couple times.”

Just thinking about it heated every cell in my body. I loved anal sex, fucking jilled off to fantasies of it.

I met Roark’s eyes over my shoulder, and the need dilating his pupils had everything and nothing to do with fucking. He’d only had sex twice in his life, but this moment…this connection between the three of us was as meaningful for him as it was for me.

He knelt between Jesse’s legs, gorgeously nude, his cock hard and long between his powerful thighs. Lowering to his elbows, he slid his hands under Jesse’s thighs and along my calves where I straddled Jesse’s torso. It was such an intimate position, his arms hugging us to him and his face inches from where we were joined.

Then I felt him, his lips dragging along my folds, tongue sliding upward, pressing against my puckered hole and returning to lave my pussy.

Jesse groaned beneath me and locked his arms around my back, hips thrusting. There was no way Roark could be tonguing my cunt without licking the shaft buried inside it.

I pushed Jesse’s hair from his brow, framed his face with my hands, and stared into his eyes. He struggled to maintain eye-contact, his lids closing and jaw clenched. Roark’s mouth moved lower, lower, then his breaths floated away from my pussy.

Jesse’s eyes widened, and his hands clenched the back of my head, holding my face to his neck.

“Oh Jesus.” His chest heaved. “Oh fuck.”

Was Roark licking his balls? Teasing his asshole? Something was making Jesse punch his hips and shudder beneath me.

I pulled back and studied his expression, his shock contorting into confusion then tightening and straining into pure pleasure.

The sound of squirting gel filled the room, and cold wet fingers caressed my anus. The heat of Roark’s body smothered my back, and his thighs pressed against the insides of Jesse’s. His lips brushed my shoulder, and the head of his cock pushed against my tight ring.