I pulled off his cock with a pop and mouthed my way down to his sac. “Good morning,” I hummed against the crisp hairs and wrinkled skin my lips were pressed to.
With my other hand, I reached for Jacques, but he’d rolled over, turning away from us. I ran my fingers down his back and over his ass, and his breath caught.
“Mmm,” Travis moaned.
I brushed my fingertips over Jacques’s crack, light as a feather, and he tilted his hips back, his body silently asking me to play.
“Jacques,” I murmured, “Can I?”
Travis’s breath caught, the vibrations of my voice making his cock harder and his balls draw up tighter.
“Fuck yes,” Jacques moaned.
“Give me your fingers,” Travis said.
I did, and he licked them, lubing them with spit. When I returned them to Jacques, he moaned quietly and pushed his ass back, searching for my touch.
He cried out softly when I circled his hole with the pad of my middle finger, wetting it and softening the muscle.
I pressed harder, my finger slipping inside him easily. But I wanted more lube. I pulled away from Travis and spread Jacque’s cheeks. I spat on his hole, then rubbed it around and slipped two fingers inside him. He was silky and hot, his hole squeezing me tight. I loved being inside him; my cock, my fingers, my tongue—it didn’t matter.
My cock was hard as nails. I was torn in two, desperate to get as close to him as possible but needing Travis and Carina to be looked after too.
I squeezed my cock, tamping down the desire to get inside him, and then reached for Travis, stroking him in time with my movements inside Jacques.
I heard Carina shift, and she blinked open her eyes, quickly taking in what I was doing to Travis and Jacques.
“Sweetheart, I want you right here in front of me so I can taste you,” I rasped. My dick bucked, my mind going wild with the thought of fucking all of them at once.
Carina moaned, then scrunched up her nose and said, “That sounds incredible, but Peanut is pressing on my bladder.”
I snorted out a laugh, and she dashed off to the bathroom. A bead of precum pooled at Travis’s slit and dripped down his shaft. I leaned down and licked him, my fingers almost pulling free of Jacques. Jacques groaned, and I stretched further, pushing deeper inside him.
I sucked Travis harder, and his body stiffened. His breath stuttered as I slid my fingers around his balls and massaged them.
Adding a third finger to Jacques, I scissored them, stretching him out and relentlessly tagging his prostate. Both of them were straining, struggling to get closer to me.
I heard Carina return a second later, and I asked, “Sweetheart, can you reach the lube?” I looked over my shoulder at her and licked my lips. She was flushed and naked. Utterly gorgeous. Her belly was swelling, the baby—our baby—growing fast.
She took the lube out, and I let go of Travis so she could pour a pool of it into the palm of my hand, then used it to slick up Travis’s length. He hissed, and Jacques moaned. I hadn’t realized I’d stopped moving until he shifted back. I finger-fucked him again, slow and deep the way he loved it.
“More,” he demanded.
I pulled out and wiped the excess lube from my hand around his hole, getting him ready for Travis.
Jacques flipped over and helped Travis prop his arm up against the padded bedhead, then shoved a pillow under his head for comfort. When he was good, Jacques rolled over again and stuck his ass out. “Now fuck me, Travis.”
I helped guide Travis inside Jacques, and they both moaned simultaneously as he pushed forward, breaching Jacques’s hole. It was a beautiful sight.
“Sweetheart, come and lie down.” I patted the bed in front of Jacques, and he reached for Carina the moment she was lying down. He pressed a kiss to her lips, and I watched as he sneaked his tongue inside her mouth. Her legs fell open, and I crawled between them, kissing my way up her leg.
“So fucking sexy,” Travis moaned as he thrust into Jacques’s tight ass.
Shewassexy. Wet too. Her inner thighs were already glistening with her juices. Carina loved watching the three of us together. It was entirely mutual—I loved watching her with them too.
I lapped at Carina’s pussy, flicking my tongue over her clit as I slid a finger into her tight channel. She moaned and gripped my hair, holding me in place.
“Rusty’s good, isn’t he?” Travis asked Carina. “His mouth is magic.”
