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Landon

Have you ever had everything you’ve ever wanted in your hands and then suddenly it’s ripped away from you? That’s what happens when Nicole says she needs me.

My heart leaps for joy a second before it shatters when I see the devastation on Kerrington’s face.

I’m going to lose them both because I refuse to choose one over the other and I’m praying I will never have to. But for that dream to come true, I need to make things clear.

“Nicole,” I cradle her against my chest.

“I’m sorry, and I know it’s selfish, but I do. I need you.” She sobs into my shirt. “I need both of you.”

Kerrington stumbles back and the relief on his face makes me suspect that he… holy shit … He’s in love with her, too.

He’s not afraid of losing me like I am him. He was bracing to lose her .

How long has he been in love with her?

I wait for jealousy to rise, but it doesn’t. Kerrington told me earlier he loved me. He can love us both, right? He must.

I know I do.

Carrying Nicole into the bedroom, I lay her down on the mattress and quietly ask her to, “Relax for me so I can take this toy out.”

She covers her face with her hands like she’s ashamed, and that’s the last thing I want her to feel.

“It’s okay,” I say, carefully pulling the plug out and handing it over to Kerrington for him to take care of. “Hey, come here.” I wrap her in a warm embrace and stroke her hair. “We’re here and we’re not going anywhere. Shh.”

Kerrington quietly returns and sits on the edge of the bed. He looks at both of us and his face goes a little blank. I don’t like it.

“If you need us both…” I say to Nicole, even though I’m staring at Kerrington, “You can have us both.”

I dare him to challenge me on this.

His throat bobs as he swallows, and we exchange a million silent words while I hold Nicole in my arms.

“I just want that night back,” she cries into my chest. “I need it back.”

I’m no time traveler, but I can certainly get us back to the way we were that night. “Okay, Duchess.” My body locks in on one mission. “Lay back for us.”

Still covered in tears, she does what I say .

I’m not a fool. This is probably a bad time to get into a sex scene, but I’m not going to pump the brakes just yet. I strip out of my clothes, then position myself between her legs. “You still want to be our fucktoy, Duchess?”

“Yes, please.”

“Such good manners,” Kerrington chimes in. He crawls up to the headboard and teases her mouth with the tip of his dick. It’s not hard anymore, but that’ll change fast. “Suck,” he orders.

She takes him into her mouth and sucks. Her body becomes more pliable. Her breaths mellow out.

“That’s it, Duchess.” Hovering over her, he lets her suck his cock like it’s a soothing mechanism. She did that to me earlier, and I gotta say it was fucking nice.

“I think our pretty girl has earned an orgasm, don’t you, Trick?”

“Fuck yeah, she has.” I lick her pussy. Arousal coats my tongue with the first drag across her cunt, and I’m addicted immediately.

Duchess reaches up and strokes Kerrington’s dick while she spreads her legs wider for me and runs her other hand through my hair. She enjoys us both simultaneously.

It’s that easy.

“Careful, baby,” Kerrington warns. “I’m not going to stay soft much longer and you might not like how I fuck your throat. ”

We all know she’ll love it.

“Give me,” she begs, pumping his length.

“Fuuuuck.” Kerrington repositions on top of her and feeds her his hardening cock. We face each other while I lick her cunt and he fucks her face, both of us taking our time to enjoy every sensation that runs through us.

“You’re next,” Kerrington tells me.

Nicole groans, hearing him say that, and her hips lift so she can grind against my face harder.

I don’t want this to be about me tonight. I want Nicole drained and passed the fuck out. Sucking her clit in fast bursts, I wring the first orgasm out of her in no time. She bucks against my face and Kerrington’s dick blocks her screams when she orgasms. I love how her thighs shake when she clamps them around my head.

“Give her another, Trick. That one came too fucking easy.”

My pleasure. But it won’t be like this. “Pull out.”

Kerrington pops out of her mouth and jacks himself off. I immediately drag Nicole off the bed by her ankles. “Squat and spread your legs as far as you can stand it.”

Her cheeks are flushed. When she does what I say, I shove two fingers in her cunt and am absolutely ruthless with how I make her orgasm again. “Next time we do this, Kerrington’s fucking your ass.”

“O…k-k-kay.” She can barely hold her balance as she tips onto the balls of her feet and keeps her thighs spread wide open. She whines and whimpers while she takes what I give her. The squelching noises start up and in less than a minute, I have her squirting. She screams something incoherent, and I tap her bare pussy hard and fast, spanking it just to play with her a little more. “Such a pretty fucktoy you are.”

Sweat makes her hair stick to her face. She’s still gasping for air when Kerrington loops his arms under hers and drags her back onto the bed with him again.

I crawl after them both like a dog. “You taste so fucking good, Duchess.” I lick the mess from between her thighs.

God damn that’s delicious.

“Trick,” she whines. “Holy shit, I can’t feel my face.”

Kerrington holds her against his chest, his legs spread to make room for her body, and he collars her throat with one hand, while he rubs her clit with the other. “Come on baby, give us another.”

His fingers make fast work of bringing her to a third climax. She’s wheezing, screaming, and clawing at the sheets now. “Oh God !”

I hold her legs open while he makes her have another release. Nicole’s head tips back on his shoulder and she cries out. Tears spill down her face as she rides her climax, and all I can do is watch in awe .

“Such a good girl,” Kerrington growls against her ear. “Look at the pretty mess you are.”

She’s so exhausted, her eyes are barely open.

I swipe the hair from her face and kiss her while Kerrington keeps her flush against his body. “Feel better now, Duchess?”

Nicole nods.

“Words, baby.” Kerrington kisses her shoulder. “We need your voice.”

“Yes,” she croaks out, then clears her throat. “Thank you.”

We’re the ones who should thank her. This is a fucking treat.

“Now you,” she slurs. “It’s your turn.”

I’m not sure she can handle much more of us tonight. It’s clear she’s been through something that’s taken a huge toll on her and the stamina she had last time might not be here anymore. But…

“Kiss,” she says in this little voice that makes my heart pound.

“Well, you were a very good girl, giving us what we wanted and coming so beautifully.” I lift her off Kerrington and he helps me tuck her into the bed. “I think we can give you a reward.”

“Use your manners first,” Kerrington chides.

“Please kiss Trick for me, Daddy.”

Ffffuuuuuck. That wasn’t manners. That was voodoo .

My body immediately reacts viscerally to it, and I can’t seem to make my brain and mouth connect.

“You get to see us kiss once and then you’re going to bed. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

My cock is so hard right now I think I could blow my load from a slight breeze hitting it.

Kerrington crooks his finger at me and I lean forward so he can wrap his hand around my throat. I love when he’s aggressive. And I love hearing Nicole call him Daddy.

I think a new kink just unlocked for me.

Kerr closes in on me slowly and when our mouths meet, I’m pulled into his gravity, like always. This man owns me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Our tongues dance together as we give and take. When I pull back first, he sucks on my bottom lip and a groan escapes me.

I want to fuck.

“Was that what you wanted, baby?” Kerrington’s question is, I think, for Nicole, but he’s staring at me.

“Yes,” she says in a lazy tone. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now close your eyes and sleep.”

We leave her to drift off alone in the bedroom. Once the door shuts, Kerrington lets out a long sigh. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“What?”

“I can’t do this, Landon. ”

He runs his hands angrily through his hair and my stomach drops.

“What do you mean? You said we could give her the week.”

“I don’t want a week!” he screams at me. Then he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to calm the fuck down. “I don’t… want… a week.”

“Then what do you want?”

Instead of answering me, he storms out of the room and heads to our private balcony. “I need air.”