I open my mouth to protest on the edging, but as Aldo grins and begins kissing and licking his way down my body, I forget what I’m supposed to be complaining about.
Aldo’s hands softly trace the inside of my thighs and when his tongue licks a gentle stripe through my folds, I sigh with pleasure. He continues his slow and languid strokes, and it feels divine.
“As for you.” Lane grunts causing my head to turn.
I watch as he flips Doug roughly onto his stomach, gripping his hips and hauling him up onto his knees.
It’s fascinating to watch, and hot as hell. Doug was so dominant when it was just the two of us, commanding my body like I belonged to him and only him. But now, although he pretends to put up a fight, he’s happy to let Lane take the wheel.
My eyes go wide as Lane spreads Doug’s cheeks and spits on his hole. Before I can decide whether I’m grossed out or not, he dives forward and attacks with his tongue. The animalistic moan of pleasure that tears from Doug’s throat, has my thighs tensing against Aldo’s ears.
“Fuck,” Doug moans.
Watching the way Lane grips Doug’s hips, so tight the skin beneath his fingers drains of color, as Aldo alternates between teasing and sucking my clit, has me soaring toward my release. But just as my breathing quickens, my body tensing, Aldo pulls away, pressing gentle kisses to the inside of my thighs.
When I groan loudly in frustration, Aldo chuckles against my skin and I try to reach for him, but he evades my grip.
“For the record,” I say. “Birthday Girl is not having fun.”
“Liar,” Lane says, pushing Doug’s hips down onto the bed and reaching for the drawer in the nightstand.
I stick my tongue out and shuffle toward Doug, mindful of Aldo still between my legs. He looks wrecked already, his brown hair mussed, and his silvery eyes glazed. I scrape my fingers gently through his beard and tilt his chin, pressing a kiss to his lips. When he kisses me back, I smile, threading my fingers through his hair, holding him in place. Aldo moves, crawling up behind me and pressing his body against mine, his cock nestling against my ass. He presses kisses to my shoulders as his hand moves between my legs.
“On your back,” Lane says, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s talking to Doug.
He huffs but does as he’s told, and I immediately pull his face back to mine, savoring his kiss. It’s only a matter of seconds later that he makes a strangled noise against my tongue, and when I open my eyes, I find Lane knelt between his legs, fucking his ass with his finger.
Maybe I’m getting used to being surrounded by pleasure, but I fight through the haze of Aldo’s teasing touch between my legs, while continuing to kiss Doug, and trail my hand down through the smattering of hair on his firm chest to wrap my hand around his cock.
He immediately breaks the kiss, pushing his head back against the pillow, his eyes closed as he swears.
“Want me to stop?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Lane chuckles and I watch, fascinated, as he works in a second finger, causing another flood of expletives to fall from Doug’s mouth.
“I like that I’m the only one who’s been here,” he rumbles, squeezing Doug’s ass with his free hand.
Doug mumbles something, but the words are garbled as Lane eases in another digit. I try to match my pace to Lane’s, and I’m aware of Aldo doing the same, his hips grinding against my ass as he pants softly against my neck.
Doug’s breathing hard, his skin flushed, and my own body tenses as Aldo brings me right to the edge of climax again before removing his fingers.
“I’m ready.” Doug groans. “Fuck. I’m ready.”
Lane slaps his ass, his biceps flexing as he continues to stretch him. “You’re ready when I say you’re ready. JoyJoy, how do you feel about sucking Doug’s cock?”
I smile up at him and his blue eyes soften as he reaches down and strokes my face, tucking my hair behind my ear. Doug whimpers as Lane pulls out his fingers and the sound sends a bolt of pleasure shooting down my chest to my core. Seeing him come so undone has me wanting more, but I know I have to wait a little longer.
Lane grabs a pillow and pushes it under Doug’s hips as I move down the bed and take the head of his cock into my mouth. He cries out, his hand fisting in my hair, but I don’t stop, taking him deeper as I wrap my hand around his base.
Lane reaches for the lube again, and I watch as he slides on a condom before coating his cock, mesmerized by the expression on his face. I’m sure I should feel jealousy at him looking at someone else with such unabashed lust, but I don’t. Because I get it.
I moan around Doug’s cock as Aldo grips my hips, dragging his hard length through my folds and I try to push back onto it, but he holds me in place. I know what he’s waiting for, and my body tenses in anticipation.
Taking Doug deeper, I watch as Lane lines up his cock, my heart hammering against my ribs. He pushes in slowly, carefully, his jaw gritted with the effort of holding back. Every muscle on his glorious body is tensed as he grips Doug’s hip with one hand, the other pressing his knee back against his chest.
“Fuck,” Lane bites out. “You’re so fucking tight.”