of expensive cologne and something darker musky, electr

flection a smudged silhouette in the haze of my own breath. My fingers tighten around the stem of my third

tes in your ribs when they laugh. I don't turn. Not yet. The anticipation

hemism for the kind of night where the line between professional and

teps into my periphery, close enough that I catch the heat of him, the faintest whiff of leather and something citrusy ber

erek, all polished dominance, and Jace younger, broad

hunger. "Just admiring the view," I say, my voice steady, even as my pulse kicks up. I take a

Oh, you're definitely on the clock." His hand slides to the small of my back, possessive, guiding me toward the cou

locked on my hips as I move. "C'mere, gor

behind me, his fingers finding the zipper at the back of my dress, dragging it down with agonising slowness. The sound of it is obscen

ck just enough to press my ass into him, feel the hard ridge o

s calloused, sure, and when he grazes my panties, the lace is soaked. My breath hitches. Derek's hands are on my shoulders now, pushing the dress

y back bowing. Derek's grip tightens, holding me in place as Jace curls his fingers, finding that spot

Jace fucks me with his fingers, his thumb circling my clit in slow, maddeni

hoke out.

I whimper. Jace adds a third finger, stretching me, and the burn is

protest the loss, he's on his knees in front

wn to join Jace, two fingers pressing against my asshole. I moan, my hips jerking, but Derek's other

d relentless, his thumb pressing against my asshole, not entering, just threatening. The dual sensation Jace's mouth devo

eg, my voice

ngers are gone, replaced by the thick, blunt he

the hilt in one smooth stroke. I scream, my nails raking down Ja

, his tongue flicking my clit in time with Derek's thrusts. Derek sets a brutal pace deep, punishing strokes that have the couch creakin

t. "I need mo

nging free as he unbuckles his pants. It's thick, veiny, the head flushed dark

taste of him salt and musk mixes with the copper tang of my own arousal on his skin. Derek groans, his hips stuttering as

ts growing erratic. "You're gonna make m

at's happening, he's flipping me onto my hands and knees on the couch, my ass in the air. Derek doesn't miss a beat he's behind me in a

ounds obscene wet slaps of skin, my choked gagging, their grunts and curses. Derek's hands are bruising on my hips, his cock hitting

g me still as he fucks my face, his balls drawing up tight. Derek's

ssy clenching violently around Derek's cock. A gush of heat floods out of me,

ropes of it that I swallow greedily. Derek groans, his hips stuttering as

still half-hard, a string of cum dripping from my lips. Derek slides free, his cum leaking out

y still trembling with aftershocks. Jace drops onto the couch beside me,

ss of cum and my release, then pushing it back inside me with two fingers.