Her eyes drifted, hazy with pleasure, then sharpened as awareness returned.
I wasn’t finished with her.
I’d pulled back as she came, let her crest and fall—but that wave was spent.
Now it was about shaping the next one.
I smiled.
Her pupils dilated in response as I stood. Alec and Rowan were still working her, stuffing her pussy, making sure their come was pressed as deep as it could go—claimed, sealed. I rested my cock against her cheek, dragging the barbells slowly up and down her skin before lowering my balls over her lips.
Her tongue curled around them, one by one, careful and familiar, before she sucked gently on the hoops between them.
She knew exactly what I liked.
Rowan steadied her by the shoulder as he continued to move, Alec mirroring him as he lay back gripping her hips. Alec usually took her alone—his width demanded it—but today was different. Today she was meant to feel both of them together. Her pussy was only the beginning; we enjoyed her arse the same way.
The thought made my cock jerk, tapping her cheek.
“Alec, sit her up on your lap and hold her open for me,” I said, guiding myself toward her mouth.
Rowan pulled back, watching as Ella licked slowly around the tip of my cock, cleaning away every trace of precum with deliberate care.
“A satisfied rating from me,” Rowan chuckled as he crossed to the single chair where his clothes lay.
Ella had just the tip in her mouth now, lips sealed around me. My attention snagged on the dark bruise beneath her eye. I hated it—not only because it reminded me of my mother, but because anyone looking might think one of us had done that to her.
Her mouth slipped free as Alec sat up with her.
I stripped out of my boots and denims quickly, urgency tightening my movements.
Alec pulled her off his cock with a low groan.
“Turn around,” I told her, and together we guided her, repositioning her until she faced me.
Come slid from her pussy, streaking down over Alec’s cock before dripping onto the couch. Alec caught the backs of her legs and lifted them, spreading her open for me as I stepped between his thighs.
“Quite a mess, Ella,” I said, dragging my cock through the slick heat, gathering what lingered before feeding it back into her hole.
Her lashes fluttered.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
But her body betrayed her—her pussy tightening, clinging greedily as if trying to keep me there.
Alec smirked as I pinned her calves to the back of the couch. He shifted his grip higher, holding her steady while I braced one hand against the cushions.
“Yes. Don’t go easy on her,” he murmured, lips brushing her neck.“Fuck that come inside her.”
“As deep as you can,” Rowan added, stepping closer to watch.
He was still dressed, save for his jacket and tie, which felt deliberate—observant rather than removed.
Ella’s gaze flicked between Rowan and me.
“What a messy little cunt,” I said as I pressed into her warmth, her gasp cutting sharp.
Pinned.
