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Jacques growled at the sentiment, pushing forward until he buried himself balls deep in my ass, the glide pure insanity with the silky lubricant that opened me to his abuse. The weight ofhim pushed me deeper into her, and the dual pain and pleasure massaging both my cock and prostate was too much.
I held to my original promise, pistoning my hips like a madman, reclaiming the power in play and fucking them both.
For a moment I lay there, stiff, a wretched moan drawn out as he ripped into me, and I impaled her. Then I shifted, sliding my hole along his cock, embedding my shaft deeper into Genie’s soaked cunt and back again. Over and over, taking and giving at once. My mind splintered with the excess of pleasure. Hands gripped me from all sides, our moans and cries mingling until ultimate pleasure rippled down my spine. Genie fluttered about me too fast, unraveling beneath me but I had no control and couldn’t stop. My balls tightened. Jacques slammed into me faster, working himself deeper, harder.
“Hold. Fucking. Out,” he grated, sinking his teeth into my other shoulder.
The bite would mark but I’d wear his marks with pride.
The concept was too much. He roared, his cock thrust deep as he came. Heat filled me, dirty and filthy, marking me a second time with a frightening level of violence.
Genie whimpered at the sight of his claiming me as he fucked into us both. I cradled her face, still fucking them both madly, knowing the over sensitivity after coming would be too much for Jacques, but I couldn’t stop.
His cock pulsed in my ass, spilling his seed directly into me. Some trickled out, running over my balls in an erotic massage, coating her thighs. My thrusts increased, needing to come before need consumed me. Beneath me, Genie whimpered before she threw her head back on a scream, bearing down and I couldn't hold back.
I came with her, burying myself to the hilt in her sweet, hot depths as she writhed beneath our entwined bodies. Jacques wrapped his arms around all three of us, covering my back andneck with his kisses before he leaned across me and found her mouth, too. Her whimpers became sighs, then I joined them in a tangle of three tongues and lips.
For a time that’s all there was. Panting and hot breaths. Unhurried kisses full of whimpers and whispers, the taste of their mouths on mine.
And a promise that tomorrow would be unlike any other sunrise we’d seen.
CHAPTER TEN
BARCLAY
Iwoke the next morning in a perfect Genie and Jacques sandwich.
“This isn’t the worst way to find out that the sun is just rising,” I murmured, kissing her deeply then leaned back to offer him my mouth.
Jacques brushed his mouth over mine, kissing me slow and deep, reaching past me to bring Genie closer. “Don’t forget your female,” he whispered huskily.
“I like him. A lot,” Genie murmured in my ear, meeting his eyes over my shoulder. He drew his fingers across her breast, caressing the soft mound to draw a moan from her, then tweaked her nipple until she giggled and batted him away.
His chest rumbled against my back as his hand dropped to the curve of my ass. He fingered my hole gently as I groaned. “Are you sore?”
“A lot,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut between gasps of pleasure lanced with pain until I couldn’t distinguish between them. “It’s been a long time since you railed me like that.”
“So hot.” Genie leaned away a little and fanned herself. “This has been the best sex I’ve had hands down, but I'm not sure I can go round two right now.”
“Me either,” I said regretfully, gathering her in my arms and rolled onto my back.
Jacques leaned over both of us, kissing me, then dropping his mouth to claim Genie’s in a deep kiss. “Thank you, American girl,” he murmured tenderly as he rubbed his cock between my legs.
My heart and cock thrummed at his tone, taking pleasure in seeing my lovers enjoy each other.
“I wouldn’t have missed it. And remember…” She tweaked his nose. “Je suis Français.”
He laughed low in his throat. “I should have known.” A sadness thrummed through him to me. “You leave today. It’s been…fun.” He shrugged at the lack of romantic expressionism, and drew us all into a bear hug, burying his face in my shoulder still tender from his love bites from last night.
I swallowed hard, glancing between them. “I love you,” I said softly, catching Jacques's eye. “You fucking well know I do,” I added when he stared at me, unblinking.
“Yes but you know…” He waved his hand over me. “You’re a marquis and I’m just a?—”
“Bloody good fuck, a fun date and someone I want with me always.” I smiled and drew his head down for a kiss. “And Genie. It was meant to be pretend, all of it. But somewhere along the line?—”
“Don’t you dare,” she whispered, her eyes shimmering. “Don’t, Barclay. Because if you do, it makes it real. And this, this? It’s a fairytale.”
“It’s our fairytale.” Jacques surprised me by speaking up. “And for a French American girl, you fuck very well,” hemurmured. “But you also look after our lord, and that means everything.”
