Jag pulls out, flips me over, and slams into me again, with his hand on my dick and his eyes locked on mine.
“With me.”He jerks me and fucks me, and we chase it, finishing together in a grunting, shaking, spurting explosion.
When we collapse, it’s with groaning laughter and tangled limbs.
“I have an abundance of come left.”I slap a limp hand across Dove’s ass, making her moan.“Who’s ready?”
“You’re going to kill me.”Jag face-plants into the bedding, out of breath.
“Please, don’t tell me you’re too old for all this.”I gesture at my sweaty body.
“Give me a minute,” he grumbles.“Or an hour.”
“We’ll be in the shower while you wait for your Viagra to kick in.”I lunge for Dove and haul her up, draping her listless body over my shoulder.
She bursts into laughter, the sound chasing us as I head for the bathroom.
We don’t make it through a proper cleaning before I’m fucking her against the wall.During our second attempt to wash, Jag finally joins us.
She and I wash him thoroughly.Then we suck him together.My new favorite thing.
He busts a nut so fast, we barely have time to catch his load in our mouths.
After the shower, he sits us down in the kitchenette and makes us drink water and eat the leftovers in the fridge.
Then it’s on.
We christen every surface of the suite.Oral, anal, spitroast, ride and blow, and DP in all her holes.We take breathers.We take power naps.But all three of us stay connected and involved long into the night.
Eventually, the sun breaks the horizon, and Dove can’t stop yawning.She sits on my lap, my cock at rest inside her, with Jag’s cheek pressed to her inner thigh.
He sprawls between our legs, eyes closed.I’m certain he’s asleep until his sharp exhale brushes against my balls.
“Dinner meeting tomorrow night.”He kisses Dove’s clit, then lower, where she and I are joined.“Everyone at the table.”
“You mean tonight.”I gesture at the window and the first rays of light.
“Tonight.All twenty-two members of the inner circle will be in attendance.”
“And you’ll be there?”Dove rakes her fingers through his hair.
“Yes.I’ll be there with my plus-one plus-one and my nonnegotiable demands about our future together.”
“You’re certain about this?”My heart gallops as I look at Dove first.“If you have regrets later—”
“No regrets.”She steps toward me, her heels adding four-inches to her height as she grips my jaw and pierces me with her gilded stare.“No hesitation.”
We stand in the entryway of our suite, minutes from heading to the dinner meeting.I wear a fitted suit, black and serviceable, uninspiring enough to disappear into a crowd.Fabric and obligation pulls where they shouldn’t, pinching at my collar.
I’m not nervous.Just ready to go so we can get back.
Back to our room.
Back to our bed.
“That dress belongs on the floor.”I give her a slow perusal.
“Excuse me?”She anchors her fists on her hips.
