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“Just for the record, I’m asexual,” I hear Clover yell behind me.

Didn’t expect that, Gabe comments.

“Didn’t expect that,” Little Wasp echoes him. When I open the exit door, his little hands let go of my neck and start pulling on my earlobes. Hard.

“You did your caveman act. Now let me down!” he demands.

“The fuck, I will. And I’ll never, NEVER let you move out.”

He won’t,Gabe states.

“You’re fucking mad if you think I’ll let you lay down the law, Bez.” Lori punches my chest, looking daggers at me. My cock turns so fucking hard under his glare.

“You won’t leave us!” Gabe snaps, feeling as possessive of Lori as I’m.

“This is madness!” Lori exclaims. “Gabe, Bez put me down!”

“No.” I snarl. “I'll fuck some sense into you. I’m so damn hard that I’m about to rip through my jeans.” My confession makes him freeze in my arms just as I expected. I find a dark corner outside the club perfect for what I have in mind and push his back hard against the brick wall.

“Fuck!” he gasps.

Easy, Bez,Gabe scolds me.

But I know he loves it when I’m rough, and I need to show him he cannot fuck around unless it’s with us.

He also likes when I simply hold him,Gabe insists with his point. I hate to clarify things.

Yeah. You hold him, and I manhandle him. Why do you think he’s a damn nympho for us? He can have both worlds.

“You never said anything about being exclusive. You fuck me every night, stuff my throat in the office, you use me and then don’t listen to me. So now it’s my turn to use someone else—Ow! The fuck!” My teeth sink into the still-raw bruise on his neck; he whimpers, but I feel his cock hardening against my abs.

I pull his slutty skirt even higher than it already is and slide the little pack of lube out of my jeans pocket, opening it with my teeth and pouring it on my fingers.

A hard thrust, and I shove two fingers all the way in, they go deep since we’ve been fucking his arse two or three times a day for the last two weeks. And he takes them this time too, breaking off in a beautiful, ragged cry.

“This is where Gabe and I fuck,” I growl in his face, scissoring my fingers the way that makes his eyes roll. “This hole. And this hole,” I spear my tongue inside his mouth and give it a long lick before pulling back. His lips follow mine, eyes filled with lust. My beautiful wasp. “No other fucker does that, ever.”

I add a third finger and start fucking him. I feel his heart beating like crazy against my chest. But then he bites my lower lip, and the sting goes straight down to my leaking cock. I growl, and he bites me again, lapping at the indent he’s made with his warm tongue. He tastes sour and sweet.

“Take my cock out,” I order, as I keep moving my fingers in and out. He does what I tell him, pulling his dick out of his jockstrap as well. I thought his choice of underwear was ridiculous, but fuck, I love what easy access I have to his hole.

“More lube in my pocket.”

He grabs the other pack and pours it on our cocks, starting a furious tempo with his smooth, soft hands. The feel of his dick rubbing against mine is damn amazing. I groan as he bites my right nipple through the shirt’s fabric hard enough to send a perfect sting that lodges behind my balls.

“Why didn’t you tell me that fucker stalked you? I had to hear it from Rague,” I let Gabe say, as I’m enjoying the bliss of feeling his hands jerking me off and his inner walls strangling my fingers every time I drag them out.

“I already told you,” he pants, throwing his head back. “You d-don’t listen. Ahhh, right there! Don’t need a white prince saving me.”

“Don’t get confused now, we are no fucking prince. We are the ogre ready to eat you whole.”

I add another finger to prove my point. The fourth one. In this position, he’s at our mercy, unable to move much, pinned to the wall, speared on my fingers. His eyes widen, but he keeps bouncing on them, and his hands don’t stop the frotting.

Gabe’s phone rings, but he doesn’t pick up. He can use our right hand, but he prefers to mold and knead our Little Wasp’s body instead.

Pull his nipple, I tell him. As Gabe does it, he arches and moans loudly against me.

“Yeah, let everybody hear how much you like to be finger fucked by your boyfriends.”