“What’s it like, Lo?” asked Mark, his voice cracking.
“Oh. I’m in heaven. Oh, I want to stay like this forever.”
“Perhaps we could arrange that,” said Vincent, his voice suddenly deep and confident once more. “Keep you filled and fucked, night and day. Do a rota.”
“Oh, Vincent. Could you be in charge of that?”
“I fucking could. Now, get to work.”
She crouched low, taking Vincent in as Mark pulled out, opposite thrusts creating equal friction or…was there some equation? Her mind wasn’t up to the task. She sank into her role at the core of the powerhouse, taking Mark in her arse, Vincent in her cunt, losing every trace of self-consciousness until she was the pure, sexual animal she loved to be.
Mark came first, filling her back passage with an unmistakable throb, which made her come in turn. Vincent held out to the last, fucking her for a good five minutes more while Mark kept himself wedged in position.
“Amazing, you’re both amazing,” she murmured from her blissful haze on Vincent’s chest, Mark at their side. “We’ll do this again—please say we will.”
“Of course,” said Vincent and Mark together.
Vincent reached down for his discarded jacket and took a BlackBerry from the inner pocket.
“About that rota,” he said. “I thought Mark and I could take alternate days and maybe double at weekends. What do you think, Mark?”
Mark laughed. “I think we need to thrash this thing out properly. It’s a big thing to process. But you sound very sure that you’re onboard, Vince.”
“Of course, I’m onboard,” said Vincent. “I’m about as onboard as I can be. Anyway, we can maybe do a spreadsheet. It’ll take time, but that’s something we’ve got a lot of.”
“Time, yes,” said Laurie dreamily, rolling over onto her back on the bed. “There’s loads of time.” She crossed her legs, smiling at the tenderness between them. “While you’re thinking about that, who’s up next? Mark? Vincent?”
“Maybe you can amuse yourself with a dildo for half an hour, love,” suggested Mark. “Give us a bit of recovery time.”
“We’ve hours to get through, yet,” said Vincent, kissing her neck.
She melted into him. Three was a good number.
Maybe four would be even better.