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I tightened the muscles around his fingers.

“Fuck, darlin’.” He stroked the soaking rim of my opening. “Your pussy knows how desperately we want you. And while you’re watching us together, all this wet heat will only get wetter and hotter.”

The slurping sounds of his driving fingers filled the room. Already my orgasm was building, from his words, his touch, and my filthy imagination as my mind composed a naughty choreography of calloused hands, tight asses, and hard cocks, all slipping and grinding together.

He slid his fingers from my pussy and raised them to Roark’s mouth as he intensely watched me. Roark gripped his wrist and greedily licked, sucking each digit between full lips, eyes locked on mine.

Desire mounted, and I felt trapped beneath it, unable to move, imprisoned by anticipation to find out what they would do next.

Michio leaned against Jesse’s back, his hand wrapping around Jesse’s length, which strained hard and thick against its cotton cage.

“Turning you on turns us on, Evie.” Michio palmed Jesse’s bulge, fingers tightening. “Does he look like he’s hating this?”

No, Jesse appeared to be struggling to calm himself, his hips rocking forward to grind against Michio’s grip.

The next few seconds passed in a haze of heavy breaths, shared glances, and soft caresses as they stripped off their briefs and spun me around, positioning my body where they wanted me. I ended up lying lengthwise on the couch, angled more on my side than my back, and legs spread with Jesse’s cock at my entrance. Michio knelt behind Jesse, and Roark bent over my head, hand on my chin as he tilted my mouth toward his shaft.

Jesse held still as Michio’s arms came around his waist. Fangs dragged languidly across Jesse’s shoulder and neck, eliciting a ripple of twitches along his abs. When Michio’s fingers found the patch of hair at the base of his hard cock, my lungs burned for air and my bones turned to lava. There was something so fucking tantalizing about watching Michio’s hand drag through those short hairs, as if the hairline served as a forbidden border. With each scrape of Michio’s fingers past that trimmed line, I could feel the last of our boundaries falling down around us.

With the length of my leg upward along Jesse’s chest, he trailed fingers up and down my inner thigh, his pectorals trembling against me. The room filled with the sounds of anxious breaths as Michio worked the lube over himself. Roark rubbed his length along my lips. Then he met Jesse’s eyes.

They thrust at the same time, Roark filling my mouth and Jesse hard and deep between my legs. My hands flew toward them, seeking to deepen the connection, my fingers lacing with Jesse’s on my belly and finding Roark’s grip twisting in my hair. Their bodies rocked in sync as I licked and sucked Roark’s girth and lifted my hips, meeting Jesse’s thrusts.

Every jolt of pleasure through my body, each sound I moaned around Roark’s cock, reflected in their eyes. I felt as though I was at the apex of their world, and heaven and hell knew they were the center of mine.

I knew the moment Michio was ready. Jesse stopped moving, buried to the hilt inside me, his hands resting on my belly. Roark pulled out of my mouth and shifted away, as if to not block my view of Jesse and Michio. Roark braced a knee on the edge of the couch beside my breasts, the jut of his swollen shaft bobbing from between his sculpted thighs. Then he leaned toward Jesse and captured the other man’s mouth.

Jesse’s tongue rolled with Roark’s, the underside of their jaws stretching and flexing as they deepened the kiss.

Michio angled away from Roark and brought his lips to the other side of Jesse’s neck, gripped Jesse’s hips, and breathed, “Ready?”

Jesse slipped half-way out of me, his knees adjusting on the cushion against the back of my thighs. “No.” His voice was thick, but a nervous smile twitched his lips.

Michio sank into him, a primal thrust of fangs and cock. With a shout, Jesse drove into my cunt, pounding rapidly, ruthlessly, his neck straining against Michio's bite, his muscles tensing, and his hands flying over my body, gripping and caressing my breasts. As hard as Michio was moving, entering Jesse in a place no one had gone before, there had to be some pain. The bite must’ve been mitigating that.

Jesse’s muscles shook, his eyes locked shut. He held off his climax for a few more seconds then roared against Roark’s mouth. “Fuck, fuck, holy fucking shit!”

Watching him get off with Michio buried inside him, in his vein, in his ass, while he kissed Roark and thrust between my legs was enough to send me over. The shock wave of my release rolled through me, and I rode the orgasm for long glorious seconds, jerking my hips.