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Ben grins and slides his cock out, leaving her empty and dripping onto the remnants of her gown.

Fuck, I want to bury my face between her legs and taste it as she comes on my tongue, but I know I’ll get my chance.

I wrap my hand around Ben’s shaft and run my tongue over his head, drinking in the way Annie tastes on his skin.

He cups the back of my neck and pushes, forcing my mouth wider until he’s almost all the way at the back of my throat.

“Well?” he says softly, and all I can do is close my eyes and moan in response.

He slides his cock out of my mouth and I just murmur, “I need more.” I’m ready to beg for it if I have to.

“What do you need, mi amor ?” Ben asks, turning back to Annie and teasing her pussy with the head of his cock, pushing in slightly, then withdrawing, eliciting a series of desperate little noises from her that almost send me over the edge.

“Both of you,” she gasps. “I need both of you. Together.”

“For once,” Ben says, “I won’t torture you.” Slowly, deliciously, he pushes back inside her, then leans his forehead against hers. The way she whispers his name sinks down into my bones and I know I’ll never be able to pull it out. I’ll never be able to get enough of this. Of them. Of us.

Ben’s hands move do wn to grip her ass and she wraps her legs around his waist so he can lift her off the table.

I pull myself up and follow them into the other room, where Ben turns and sits on the end of the huge, soft bed, positioning Annie so she’s straddling him.

She hooks her hand around his neck and starts to move her body, leaning back into me as I stand behind her.

Then both her hands reach up and clasp around my neck, using me as support while she rides Ben’s cock.

I slide my fingers into the front of her dress, trying to push it down, but it’s so damn tight, I can’t move it.

“Annie…what the fuck is this?” I groan.

“Yeah,” Ben laughs, covering my hands with his and squeezing her breasts. “I need these in my face immediately.” Annie grins and leans forward so I can see the laces going all the way up the back of the dress like a corset.

“This is gonna take some work,” I tell them, and Annie lets out a whine.

“Just pull it up,” she moans as Ben jerks his hips and bites at her neck.

“No,” he says firmly. “Get it off, Theo. I need to taste all of her.”

“Fuck, I kinda miss those shadow clothes right now,” I laugh. “Ben, lie on your back. Annie, be a good girl and bend over for me.”

He does, and Annie leans forward, bracing her hands on his chest and curling her fingers through the hair beneath them.

I reach down and gather up the fabric of the dress, then pull it up over her thighs and hips so I can see her on display.

Her body is still so fucking perfect I can hardly breathe.

Soft and smooth and easy to grab in all the right places.

The way her hips bunch up when she bends over, and the way everything bounces and jiggles when Ben thrusts.

Addictive. Standing behind her, I have a perfect view too, and I finally remove my pants so I can rest my cock on her ass while I unlace the dress.

“Theo, I need you too,” she moans as Ben seizes her hips and pulls her down onto him again and again.

“We want all of you for this,” I murmur. “Just be patient, sweetheart.”

“You two have had each other this entire time,” she whimpers. “Don’t tell me to be fucking patient, please, Theo!” Ben grabs the tie that’s still loosely draped around her neck, pulling her forward and slamming his hips up at the same time.

“Oh fuck, Ben!” she cries.

“You need more, Annie? I can give you more until he’s done.

” He lets go of the tie and slides his fingers around her throat, holding her body up with one hand and her hips in position with the other.

His thrusts become harder, relentless, and her cries only get louder, but he keeps a steady pace while I work the laces loose enough to where I can simply rip them away from the dress itself.

Once they’re gone, I grab the edges and Ben lets go of her throat just long enough for me to pull it off and toss it aside.

Then, both our hands cover her exposed body.

Ben has her so close to finishing, I can practically taste it, but I want to feel it from inside her too.

“How do you want me, Annie?” I ask, tugging on her hair so she has to look back at me.

“With Ben,” she gasps, “so you can feel each other too.”

“ Fuck yes ,” Ben groans, but I hesitate for a moment, even though I desperately want to take her that way.

“It won’t hurt you?” I ask, and she just laughs.

“Sweet Theo, will you please just shut up and fuck me?”

“Give the woman what she wants,” says Ben, his voice a mixture of amusement and agony. I slide my hand down her ass and they both go completely still save for their breathing, which quickens as I run my fingers through the wetness dripping down Ben’s cock.

“Deep breath, Annie,” I tell her as I push the head of my cock into her pussy just a little, hating that I can’t watch that and see her face at the same time.

As I slide the rest of my cock in above Ben’s, I grab a handful of her hair and pull back, and fuck, it’s the best thing I’ve ever s een.

Her eyes close, her eyebrows knit together, her lips go into that sweet little O, and the noise she makes is like fucking music.

I can’t help but let out a loud groan as her muscles clench around me and Ben at the same time, squeezing our cocks together.

His eyes roll back in his head, his whole body tensing up, fingers digging deep into her hips.

“Goddamn,” he hisses, “that is… so fucking good . My perfect little Annie and her perfect little cunt, taking both of us at once. How does that feel, mi amor ?”

All she can do is moan and whimper in reply.

A dark smile flickers across his face, and he grabs the tie around her neck again, pulling her down into a hard kiss as he slams his hips up, sending waves of heat pulsing through me too as his cock slides against mine inside her.

“Ben! Fuck…” I gasp.

“Come on Theo,” he murmurs. “Make her scream until she loses that pretty voice. She’s gonna be a good girl and hold still for us, right Annie?”

Ben grips her throat with one hand and her ass with the other, while I hold onto her hair and hip, making it so she can barely move, trapped between us.

Her body goes almost completely slack at first as we alternate our movements, but the noises she makes are downright obscene.

We may or may not get kicked out of the hotel after this.

“Don’t stop,” she begs as she starts to tremble, “don’t fucking stop, please!

” A small, sweet scream rips from her throat, cut off when Ben squeezes his fingers and pulls himself up to kiss her.

His body twitches, and he comes too, crying out her name as he does.

I tighten my grip on her hair and pull her up so her back is against my chest, thrusting hard and fast, reveling in how slick she is now.

Seeing Ben’s cum drip out of her and slide down my shaft is what finally does me in.

I close my eyes and come harder than I ever have before, gasping and pulling Annie back against me.

She grips my arm where it crosses her chest, and I think I’m the only thing keeping her upright now, or she’s the only thing keeping me upright.

Once I’m spent, I carefully pull out and make sure Ben is out too before I collapse sideways onto the bed, still holding Annie tight in my arms, unwilling to let go.

Ben rolls and puts his arm around us, but Annie’s face is pressed into my chest now, my fingers tangled in her mess of auburn hair.

Her breaths are unsteady, her heart pounds in her chest, and tears coat her cheeks. I gently brush them away.

Ben buries his face in her hair and mutters, “I love you both. So fucking much. So…so fucking much. This is…everything I could ever want…” His voice trails off and he holds onto my arm for a few minutes before drifting into delirium, but I can tell Annie is still awake, so I lift her chin up to look at me.

“How long has it been since you had a shower, sweetheart?” I ask with a grin.

Her face splits into the most joyful smile I’ve ever seen. “Too fucking long.”

I haul myself off the bed and go into the luxurious hotel bathroom.

There’s some kind of weird futuristic shower in here with multiple heads built into the ceiling and walls, so I just turn everything on as hot as I can stand it, then go back to the bed and slide my arms around Annie, who’s nestled under Ben’s arm.

I can’t tell for sure, but he’s either asleep or in a coma now, so I let him rest and carry her into the shower, which has a wide bench.

I sit down and lean back against the wall with her between my legs, arms wrapped around her stomach, her head leaning on my shoulder and our legs twisted up together.

When I take one of the fluffy washcloths, soap it up, and run it over her chest, she lets out a long, happy sigh and melts into me.

“I love you, Theo,” she whispers. “I love you forever, come Hell or high water. You can’t get rid of me this time.

” She tilts her face back and I see how tired her smile is, so I lean in to give her a soft kiss, pushing some wet strands of hair from her face.

She has a few freckles across her nose now, and there’s something so painfully, beautifully human about it.

She earned her humanity, I realize—suffered for it and chose it, even after seeing how messy and sad and painful it can be.

Even after seeing how messy people like me and Ben can be, she chose us.

Now, we get the privilege of choosing her, and choosing each other, for the rest of our lives.

All three of us have been given so many chances to start over, and I’m sure as hell not going to waste mine.

“I love you too, Annika Keating de la Cruz,” I tell her, smiling and emphasizing every word of her name. “Come Hell, or high water, or anything in between.”