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TEN

COLBY

“How could I not get along with a pussy as pretty as this one?” I whisper against Hale’s pink flesh.

I flatten my tongue and lick her swollen clit in long strokes while she squirms beneath me.

When I look up at her, it’s a fucking glorious sight.

Her denim skirt bunches around her waist, her little bra shoved below her perfect tits, and Sydnee playing with her rosy-pink nipples.

Jesus, just knowing that I’m the first of us to taste her, touch her, and I will be the first to push any part of my body into her, has my cock so hard that it’s painfully aching behind my zipper.

Sydnee brings one hand to Hale’s core, using two fingers to hold her pussy lips open for me, and my pointer finger begins to circle her tight little hole as I watch it clench.

“I can explain,” Hale huffs out, her eyes fighting to stay open, staring at Jackson with a hooded gaze as I dip my finger inside.

When she whimpers, I pull back from her and lick my lips before I speak. “No explanation. Jackson can either sit and watch or join in, but you don’t owe him shit.”

She looks from me, back to Jackson, whose eyes are nothing but zeroed in on her.

“No need, angel,” Jackson says smoothly, his fingers coming to join me in playing with her beautiful pussy. I smirk when he strokes his fingers against her clit while I bring my tongue to her entrance.

“You paid the waitress off, right?” he asks me.

Nodding back to him, I keep my attention on tongue fucking my beautiful girl. Paid her extra to keep any cooks in check back there as well. Whatever excuse she had to use to keep everyone in the back for now.

“You want this, don’t you? You want the three of us this way, touching you, pleasing you?

Even if it’s just for tonight?” Jackson’s voice is supportive, and I can feel her pussy pulse at his words.

He’s the soft one with her, her teddy bear.

She nods for him, sucking her lip between her teeth as I continue to work my tongue into her entrance.

All three of us are touching her dripping center in some way, and judging by the arousal pooling onto the table, I think she really fucking likes it.

I imagine how insane this must be for her, when she was just masturbating a few hours ago, thinking of god knows what.

“My beautiful fucking angel,” he coos, none of us stopping our assault on her senses. She’s so damn pliant for our touch, writhing and falling apart.

We’ve never shared a girl with them before.

I know that’s something Jackson and Sydnee do quite often on tour, but never the three of us.

I hate to admit it, but I see the appeal.

Knowing that each of us are bringing her pleasure in so many forms is fucking exhilarating.

She deserves it; she deserves to be touched and licked, sucked and fucked until she’s boneless.

She just doesn't know it yet. She doesn’t know that there’s no possible way my need for her will end after tonight.

“Breathe,” is all he says before her nipple is in his mouth.

Hale’s back arches against Sydnee, and I move my tongue lower, teasing her entrance with my finger instead.

It’s cramped in this small space, but I’d do anything to bring her pleasure now that I have her like this.

A sight, an action, a position that I’ve only dreamed of for years.

“One,” I whisper to the room, watching my finger disappear into Hale’s tight cunt.

Goddamn, I’m not sure if I deserve this view.

My beautiful girl being spread open as wide as she can for me while I explore her body, my best friend soothing her, and our other best friend only aiding her experience more.

This is how it was always meant to be. We were never meant to be “best friends.”. Jackson and I were meant to show this girl the world, and every bit of pleasure within it. Syd is a bonus, an unforeseen blessing as it seems she makes our girl happy, too.

I’m so hard for her; I have no choice but to release my cock with my free hand. I give myself lazy strokes, wanting to drag my pleasure out alongside hers.

“Our dirty girl, letting all three of us touch you like this,” I say with my mouth against her cunt, and the moan that escapes her lips is one I will remember for the rest of my days.

“Fuck,” she moans, pinching her eyes shut again.

“You taste so fucking good, brat,” I mutter around her clit.

“You feel so fucking good,” Syd says, and I can barely see the way her own hips rock against Hale’s back.

“Oh, god,” she sighs.

“Can I just say, you also look pretty damn good,” Jackson half laughs, none of us missing the way we all praise her.

“Oh, fuck, I think she’s a squirter.” I motion my finger to the spongy space against her walls and begin to massage it, feeling it swell.

“What?” Her question is panicked, and her pussy creates a death grip around my finger.

“Relax, let go, trust me.” Jackson’s soothing calms her, but not completely.

“I feel like I’m…” she pants, and my cock jerks in my hand. “I feel like I’m getting close, but there’s something else, too.”

“We know. Relax your body and let it happen.” He closes his mouth around her breast again, sucking the nipple hard. Syd curses behind her and moves her hand away from Hale’s pussy, and I watch it disappear between their bodies.

“Come on, baby, squirt all over me.” Moving my finger inside of her with precision, hitting the perfect spot over and over until she has no choice in the matter, she grinds against my hand. My girl is going to squirt for me, whether she knows it or not.

Hale comes undone, and loudly, with Sydnee moaning in unison behind her, biting and sucking her neck while pinching her nipple hard.

I relish the sounds of them orgasming together.

Hale’s first orgasm with me. The way Hale’s pussy grips my finger over and over, gushing all over the table below her is sinful, but I remove my finger and replace it with my tongue to lap up everything she’s giving me.

“Did I?—”

Jackson interrupts her.

“You squirted, baby girl. So fucking beautiful.”

Her eyes light up from his praise.

“You two wanna clean her up?” I’m craving the feeling of watching the three of them together.

“Do you mind if I clean you up?” He looks at her like she could shatter him to pieces, and I know it to be true.

“Yes, but…” She turns to Sydnee. “I want to taste you, too. Maybe you need to be cleaned up too?”

Sydnee’s breathing stops for a moment, but Jackson doesn’t waste a second pulling Hale off the table and laying her on the next closest one. He begins lapping at the same pussy my tongue just devoured.

“Are you sure?” Sydnee asks, and Hale nods, her bottom lip pulled tight by her teeth. Her eyes are full of nothing but lust and excitement.

Sydnee unbuttons her jeans and slides them down her body, followed by the boy short panties she’s wearing. I watch as this undeniably hot woman mounts the table and places her knees on either side of my stepsister’s head, slowly lowering herself onto Hale’s face.

“Just tell me if I’m not doing it right, okay?” she says as she looks up to Sydnee. Sydnee nods, lacing her fingers into Hale’s hair as her pussy meets her tongue.

She instantly throws her head back in response, and I nearly come in my pants from the sight. I begin to stroke in rhythm with Jackson’s fingers inside Hale’s tight cunt.

Jackson doesn’t stop. He doesn’t move quickly.

He takes his time, like we all should, with the girl we’ve wanted for years.

He licks and kisses her pussy, worshipping her over and over again, and damn, if it isn’t kinda fucking romantic.

Well, as romantic as polyamorous oral sex on a table at a diner in the middle of fucking Ohio can be.

When I see her back begin to arch again and her whimpers become audible from between Sydnee’s legs, I know she’s giving him an orgasm too. I feel the pleasure build in my spine, and I never take my eyes off the three of them as my cum spills in ribbons against the booth seat.

Sydnee doesn’t move, though. She grinds against Hale’s face, chasing her own orgasm while Hale coasts through hers.

When Hale’s hands come up and grip her hips, I can see the moment pleasure overtakes Sydnee too.

She moans and writhes above my girl, looking down into her eyes with her mouth in the shape of an ‘O.’

I let Jackson help Hale off the table so she doesn’t drag herself through the wetness while buttoning my pants.

Once she's on her feet again, she looks to him, an innocently dazed expression on her face.

“But you didn’t come?”

He chuckles. “Oh, baby. I came in my fucking pants because of you.”

It takes everything in my power not to be jealous of him for causing the blush that coats her cheeks.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh.’ You’re a fucking vision, and I couldn’t help myself.” Jackson holds her face tenderly and kisses her forehead.

Our girl looks exhausted in the best way, and I know we don’t have long left before she gets cranky.

“But I didn’t get to eat my waffles.” Hale pouts in Jackson’s arms. He’s holding her bridal style with her arms wrapped around his neck, clearly worn the fuck out.

“We’ll get it to go, brat,” I tell her, looking over to Jackson before I continue. “You go ahead and take her and Sydnee out to the car. I need to make some calls to get this cleaned up, and I have food to pay for.”

Jackson nods before carrying Hale out with Sydnee in tow, and I watch as our security opens the door for the three of them before pulling my phone out of my pocket and dialing the get-us-out-of-trouble number.