Portia still sagged against the marble, her lips swollen from my kisses. Little fires flickered over her emerald irises.
“Can you shut off this water with your rectangle?” I asked.
She blinked. Then she smiled. “I don’t need my phone for that.” Pushing away from the wall, she turned several silver levers on the wall. The second the water stopped, I swung her into my arms.
“I can walk!” she protested as I stepped from the shower and crossed the marble floor to the main bathroom. Behind us, Albie grabbed his spectacles from the shelf and crammed them on his face.
“Aye, but I want to carry you,” I told Portia, hitching her higher in my arms. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest. I nuzzled her damp neck as I strode into the bedchamber. Albie hurried around me and yanked back the bedding, and I settled Portia in the center of the white sheets.
Her hair spread on the pillow. Water clung to her skin like the droplets couldn’t bear to leave her. Albie and I moved together, climbing onto the bed and stretching on either side of her. I pressed my lips to her collarbone as I slid my hand up one silken thigh. Albie mirrored my touch on her other side, stroking her thigh before slipping his fingers between her legs.
She gasped, lifting her hips. Albie spread her with his fingers and stroked her clit, which swelled from its sheath. My cock throbbed. Albie’s shaft was dark red with arousal, moisture glossing his slit.
“I thought of you both every night,” Portia said between breathy little moans. “I was so afraid I’d never see you again.”
My chest tightened. “We’re here now,” I told her huskily. “We’re not going anywhere.” The memory of those empty days without her was still too raw. I slid my hand to her pussy, stroking over Albie’s fingers and her clit. He pushed a finger inside her, and I followed, both of us stroking in and out.
“More,” Albie said in a low voice. “Give her another, Tavish. I want to feel her stretch.”
Portia’s soft cry followed on the heels of the order. She gazed up at us with glassy, emerald eyes, her lips parted on an unending moan.
“Whatever you say, darling,” I murmured, delight and lust spiking my veins as I pushed another finger into her heat.
She bowed her spine and spread her legs wider. Her pussy gaped around our fingers, all her wet, pink perfection on display. Albie rumbled his approval, and we thrust harder, fucking her with our fingers until the slick, smacking sound of her arousal filled the air.
“You’re so wet for us,” I murmured, pumping my fingers alongside Albie’s. I gave her a few more thrusts before sliding free and stroking my soaked fingertip down to the tight furl of her asshole. I pressed gently, watching her face.
Her lashes fluttered, and she moaned low in her throat. “Yes,” she whispered. “Fuck me. I need to feel both of you.”
I circled her hole with my fingertip, stroking her dewy arousal around the tight muscle while Albie continued playing with her pussy. Her clit thrust from the top of her sex, the eager little bud like a pink, perfect rose.
“You feel so good, lass,” Albie said softly, sucking at the sweet curve of her jaw. Fire flickered in his eyes as he pulled back and studied her. “I want this pussy locked around my dick.”
“I want that, too,” she said, bowing her spine. I teased her hole, pressing deeper, and the ring of muscle relaxed. She was tight and hot, and I groaned, aching to feel her ass squeezing me like a fist.
“Good girl,” I said, pushing inside her to the first knuckle. “Let me in, sweetheart.”
Portia’s breathing grew ragged, the broken, panting sound joined by the wet, wicked sound of Albie’s fingers in her pussy. He leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. I gave her hole gentle thrusts, delving a little deeper each time.
“Gods,” she whimpered, rolling her hips.
“Enough,” Albie said suddenly, his eyes burning gold. “I need her on top of me. Now.” He moved in one of his bursts of speed, rearranging us so he stretched on his back and Portia straddled his hips. Her hair tumbled down her back, the long strands drying in thick, black waves. Her nipples thrust from her tits like ripe cherries begging to be plucked.
Albie wrapped a hand around his cock and held himself steady as she positioned herself over him. I moved behind her, my thighs between Albie’s, and clasped her waist. Albie’s cockhead parted her, the leaking red tip against glistening pink. She sank down, her opening stretching wide around him, and the three of us groaned.
“F-Fuck,” Albie choked, seizing her hips just below my hands. We held her together, her ass nestled against my cock as she sank all the way down, her damp pussy flush with his groin. I rolled my hips so my shaft lodged lengthwise between her cheeks.
“Ride,” I said softly in her ear. “I want to watch you fuck him.”
She rose up and sank bank down, swiveling her hips. Albie cursed again as he moved with her. He widened his thighs, digging his heels into the bed as he began to thrust. His eyes had lightened to gold behind his spectacles, his dragon roused and ready to make Portia ours for good.
“Tavish,” Albie said, panting. “Take her ass. She needs us both.”
I slid one hand down her belly and between her thighs, stroking over her pussy and Albie’s shaft as he bounced her on his dick. She was so wet, her cunt sucked at his shaft, the filthy sound winding me tighter.
“Oh, gods,” she moaned. “More, Tavish.” Her eyes were fire and jade as she turned her head enough to meet my stare. “I need more.”
“So do I.” Pulling my hand from her sex, I guided her down until she rested her forearms on Albie’s chest, his dick still lodge inside her. Then I bent and swiped my tongue over her hole. She gasped, rocking forward before thrusting her ass wantonly against my mouth. Growling my approval, I gripped her hips to steady her as I lapped at her tight ring.
