“Hey, baby. You think you can take more?” he asked her, making her nod. I could feel him stretching her through the thin wall of her pussy, and I thrust up a little to get more friction.
He wrapped his free hand in her hair, tugging her head back slightly as he bit her neck, licking away the sting as he kept fingering her ass.
“Jesus Christ,” I gritted out as I fought the urge to come from his fingers moving against my cock, a knowing smirk tugging at his mouth as he pulled out to fist his cock. The second he started pushing inside, he thankfully took his eyes off me to focus on Rory, letting me breathe for a moment.
A whimper left her as he pushed deeper, my hands moving to her waist to give her a gentle squeeze of encouragement.
“Good girl. You’re doing a good job,” I murmured, feeling weird dirty talking her in front of Skeeter, who was definitely better at it.
“Such a good girl,” he said in her ear as he became fully seated inside her, the hand in her hair moving to her throat as he nibbled her earlobe. His other hand went to her hip right by mine, and I became hyper aware of his finger as it rested beside mine.
I wanted to move it away, but I refused to take my hand off her. She was mine too, and he needed to learn that. He couldn’t intimidate me out of the way.
As if proving my point, I sat up a little to tongue her nipple, loving how she clenched around me as she ground down.
“You two really need to start moving,” she huffed, jerking slightly when Skeeter slapped her ass sharply again.
“You’re not in charge here. I am.”
“We are,” I corrected, his dark gaze flicking to mine.
“I didn’t stutter.”
I scowled when he pushed me back down on the bed and encouraged her to lay over me, both his hands on her hips as he started thrusting into her. My hand wrapped around the back of her neck to tug her closer to kiss me, my hips lifting to fuck into her pussy from below.
She couldn’t do anything other than lie there as we both fucked her closer to climax, and I gritted my teeth as she came and strangled my cock, trying to hold off as long as I could.
“Come for me,” she blurted out as she peered down at me, her body shaking as aftershocks rolled through her. “Both of you, please.”
“You want us to stuff you with cum?” I asked as I nipped at her lower lip, planting my feet on the bed a little more to thrust harder.
Skeeter picked up the pace too, the orgasm tearing through me so hard I thought I was going to black out, him following a moment later.
He collapsed over her back, both of them squishing me, and I didn’t dare ask them to move. I liked the closeness after sex.
Skeeter was the first to move as he slid from her body, dropping down beside us to catch his breath, and Rory buried her face into my neck more as my arms wrapped around her.
“I can’t move,” she admitted, a chuckle leaving me.
“Good. I don’t want you to.”
She snuggled deeper, her hand lifting to the side of my face as her thumb stroked back and forth across my skin. My eyes closed and I soaked in her touch, not caring when my cock softened completely and slipped out of her, my cum dripping out of her and onto my groin.
The bed moved as Skeeter got to his feet, walking naked from the room. I could hear Diesel cursing him out and the water running for a moment before he returned and shut the door, walking towards us with a washcloth.
“I’m not cleaning your junk,” he said seriously as he reached under Rory slightly to start cleaning between her legs, making me snort.
“I hope not. It’s not for you.”
“You can’t handle Jensen, so you’d run from someone like me,” he joked, giving me a look that said he was just playing. “You need to work on your confidence, man. I could see you second-guessing everything you did and said because I was there.”
“Was not.”
“Were too,” he scoffed, his eyes dropping to Rory’s face. “She’s out.”
I carefully lifted a hand to her hair to brush it off her face, finding her asleep.
“You know you’re intimidating and that you do it on purpose,” I muttered, and he grinned like I’d complimented him.