Jason’s demand came just in time, because I was already on the edge of losing control. I liked to share. I loved to watch. But listening without seeing, hearing without touching, was fucking unbearable. I wanted to see her face, touch her soft skin. I wanted her to open her mouth for my cum and take it all.
Jessica was ours until her debt was paid. Ours. I wanted to savor every second of that before it was all taken away again.
The three of us practically tripped over each other getting upstairs. Vincent made it to the door first and shoved it open, groaning with pleasure as he took in the scene. Lucas was right behind me, and he cursed, pressing close against my back as I paused in the doorway.
Jess was straddling Jason’s lap on the bed, her back against his chest, her legs hooked around his thighs and spread wide. He’d unchained her and removed the plug and vibrator from inside her. Her head was limp against his shoulder, her eyes glazed as she looked at me and her lips moved to silently form my name. She was impaled on his cock and my gaze fixated on the mesmerizing rhythm of his shaft pumping in and out of her.
Vincent knelt between her legs, gripping her thighs as he pushed them wider. He tongued her clit, and her entire body writhed. Jason leaned back, his chest heaving as Vincent grasped his balls and fondled them, his mouth buried right at their point of union.
I was already on the edge, far too worked up to draw this out. My pants were already off since Lucas had been stroking my cock and his own as we listened downstairs, and I would have come in his hand if Jason hadn’t called us up. Jess reached a trembling arm for me as I came closer, tugging down my briefs so she could touch me. She reached for Lucas on her other side, stroking both of us in unison.
“God…fuck…” Jason moaned, fingers digging tightly into her hips as he came. He pumped into her with short, punching thrusts. Seeing his eyes roll back, hearing Jess whimper as he filled her, pushed me to my peak. Cum spurted over her hand, onto her face, her breasts. Lucas followed, reaching down to viciously grip her hair as he came on her face.
But Vincent wasn’t done. The moment Lucas finished, Vincent pushed Jess back, shoving her and Jason down against the mattress. Neither of them looked like they had any energy left — Jess lying utterly limp and cum-drunk as Jason slipped out of her, his eyes half-lidded. His cum seeped out of her as Vincent lifted her leg and entered her.
I caught my breath at the sight. Vincent gripped her thigh with one hand while the other was tangled in Jason’s hair, holding him down as Vincent fucked her on top of him. My legs couldn’t hold me anymore, and I collapsed heavily on the bed, leaning back against the wall as I watched. Lucas crawled up onto the mattress beside me, dropping his head against my chest as he caught his breath.
Jess was limp as a doll, face flushed, covered in our seed. Vincent used her hard, the bell on her collar jingling with every thrust, her soft cries almost too sweet to bear. God, I loved to watch them with her. How they pleasured her, used her, cared for her. There was something beautiful in trusting them so damn much that we could share this. Our lives were twined for better or worse, and despite all the bullshit, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Vincent came inside her, pressing deep, her ruffled skirt bunched up around her hips as her eyes fluttered closed. He leaned down and kissed her, then Jason right after, who was lying on the bed like a man half-dead.
Lucas sat up, and I leaned forward when Vince pulled out of her. She was dripping with our essence, and when Vincent pressed a finger inside her, she squirmed weakly, barely able to keep her eyes open.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight,” I said, pushing my finger inside with his, feeling the warmth and the thick wetness. She was shaking, and Jason wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling his face against her messy cheek. He licked my cum off her skin and a smile broke out on her exhausted face.
“Do you like how he tastes on me?” she said softly, and I almost lost my mind. I nudged Vincent aside so I could close my mouth over her, my touch causing her entire tired body to jolt. She begged as soon as my tongue was on her, twitching with every stroke.
“Ah, Manson! Please, I’m so sensitive, please!” But I took my sweet time, probing my tongue inside her, savoring the taste of her. Of us.
But she was worn out. She’d reached her limit and needed rest. I left her with kisses on her thighs before I pulled her off of Jason and laid her head on the pillows. She still had the dress on, although it was torn. Jason crawled up and collapsed beside her, murmuring gently as he kissed her cheek, “We’ll take care of you, princess, just relax. You were so good. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
I smirked as I reached for his bedside drawer and the pocket knife inside it. I flipped it open, using the blade to cut through the last bits of fabric that were clinging to her. She watched me do it with half-lidded eyes, not even flinching when I brought the knife close to her skin.
What an honor to be trusted like that. It almost scared me as I looked at her, her serene face smiling back at me with a tired expression that could only be described as cum-drunk. It scared me because of how it made me feel, how instantly my entire chest clenched.
I knew better than to get attached to things I couldn’t have. Situations, objects, people — I had to keep myself at a distance. But I looked at her and knew I was fucked. The way Jason looked at her, after spending all week withdrawn and feigning disinterest, told me he was feeling the same thing.
We were already sinking in too deep; and I, for one, knew I couldn’t stop.
