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Oscar doesn’t wait. He moves forward, his lean body settling on the edge of the bed in front of me. His cock stands rigid against his stomach, flushed and demanding. My mouth waters.
Archer begins to move, allowing Crew to take his place. Crew doesn’t need to be told again. He slides into me, then back, a slow, deep withdrawal that makes me gasp, followed by a thrust that pushes me forward, toward Oscar. The motion is relentless, a steady rhythm that rocks my entire body.
I lean into the next forward rock, my mouth opening. I taste the clean, musky scent of him, and a low groan vibrates in his chest. I take him in, sliding my lips down his length as Crew pushes into me from behind, filling me so completely I can feel the dual sensation in my core, a dizzying feedback loop of pleasure.
Oh god.
My world narrows to this. The push and pull. The stretch of my mouth. The deep, claiming fill from both of them. Crew’s pace is measured, powerful, each thrust maneuvering me onto Oscar’s cock. I find a rhythm, bobbing my head in time with Crew’s movements, letting him set the pace. My hands come up to grip Oscar’s thighs, my nails digging into the hard muscle there.
Oscar’s fingers thread through my hair, not forcing, just guiding.
“That’s it, baby,” Archer murmurs from the side. “Just like that. Use your tongue.”
I swirl my tongue around the sensitive ridge, and Oscar hisses, his hips giving a tiny, involuntary jerk. I can feel Crew’s breath getting harsher, his thrusts becoming more urgent. The wet, slick sounds of our bodies meeting fill the room.
I open my eyes, looking up at Oscar through my lashes. His intense gaze is locked on me, watching every flick of my tongue,every movement of my lips around him. The dominance in his expression is intoxicating, and it makes me suck him deeper, taking him to the back of my throat.
I relax into it, accepting him, and a guttural sound of approval escapes him.
My attention shifts to the chairs. Elijah is no longer looking shattered.
He’s mesmerized, his lips slightly parted, his chest rising and falling fast. His stare is fixed on where Crew and I are joined, on the way my body jolts with every deep thrust.
Roman is palming himself through his jeans, a blatant, hungry motion he isn’t even trying to hide. His eyes burn into me, and I feel a thrill so sharp it’s almost painful.
They’re burning.
They’re aching.
For me.
Crew’s rhythm falters, his control fraying. He drives into me, hard and deep, and grunts, “I’m close, Lottie.”
The sensation of him pulsing inside me, the way his body locks up, sends a fresh wave of heat through me. I moan around Oscar’s cock, the vibration making his fingers tighten in my hair. He thrusts gently into my mouth, once, twice, and then his release is flooding my throat, hot and salty.
I swallow reflexively, taking everything he gives me, my own body clenching around Crew, that whites out my vision for a second.
For a long moment, we are a tangled, breathless mess. Crew slumps over my back, his weight a warm, heavy blanket. I release Oscar with a soft, wet sound, resting my forehead against his thigh as I try to remember how to breathe.
Oscar gently extractshis fingers from my hair, brushing a sweaty strandfrom my brow.
His dark eyes shift from my spent form to the two men still watching, their tension thicker than ever. A slow, predatory smile plays on his lips.
Crew’s breathing is still ragged behind me, his forehead pressed between my shoulder blades. The air in the room feels heavy, alive with something unspoken that thrums between us all.
Oscar leans forward, brushing his knuckles along my jaw in a gesture so gentle it almost hurts. There’s warmth in his eyes, the kind of warmth that sees everything, even the pieces I try to keep buried.“Breathe,”he signs.
I do. Slowly. My chest rises and falls until the trembling fades. Crew’s hands slip from my hips, one lingering against my back before he straightens, tugging his shirt down. When I finally lift my head, Roman and Elijah are still there… both motionless, both caught in that suspended quiet that feels too heavy to break.
Roman’s gaze meets mine, and it’s fire and regret all at once. There’s no judgment in his eyes. Just ache. That deep, hollow kind that comes from wanting to say everything you’ve never been brave enough to speak. “I can’t look at you,” he says roughly, “without remembering every mistake I made.”
I swallow hard, unsure if I want to comfort him or make him feel it. “You already paid for them,” I whisper.
He shakes his head, jaw tightening. “No. I’m still paying for them. Every time I see you like this… Alive… Untouchable. I remember how close I came to ruining that. You have no idea what that does to me, Lottie.”
The silence stretches between us until I can’t bear it anymore. “You’re here now… Isn’t that what matters?”
Roman looks away, exhaling hard. “You think I don’t know that?” He scrubs a hand over his face, every word ground out. “I just…” He stops, then looks up at me again. “You’re the reason I’m still trying to be better. You gave me a chance to fix something that never should’ve been broken… and I swear to you. I won’t waste it.”
