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“Fuck,” Jarek breathes. “She’s so wet I can hear it from here.”

He’s right. I can hear it too, and all I can think is more.

Zander rubs tight circles on my clit in time with his thrusts. I’m climbing again, faster than I thought possible after the first one.

The feeling builds low and heavy, spreading into my thighs. My arms give out, and I drop to my forearms, which changes the angle, and Zander groans behind me and grips my hip harder.

“Fuck, you’re close,” Jarek says, his voice rough. “You’re about to come all over his cock, aren’t you? Go on. Let me watch.”

My legs start to tremble. My breath comes in short, high gasps. Zander feels it and doesn’t speed up. He keeps the same deep, steady rhythm, his fingers never leaving my clit.

I come with his name in my mouth. It rolls through me in long, hard waves. My whole body shakes. I bury my face in the sheets and cry out, and Zander holds me through it.

I feel the exact moment he lets go. His hips stutter. His grip on my waist turns almost painful, and he drives deep one last time and holds himself there, groaning through gritted teeth while he comes. I feel him pulse inside me, and it drags another tremor out of me.

For a few seconds, neither of us moves. Then he folds over my back, his chest against my skin, both of us breathing hard, and presses a kiss to the top of my spine.

“That was amazing,” he says against my shoulder.

“Yeah,” I breathe. It’s the best I can do.

He eases out of me slowly and stretches out on the bed beside me. I roll onto my back, boneless, staring at the ceiling, completely and utterly spent.

Or so I think.

“My turn,” Jarek says.

I turn my head. He’s standing up from the chair, cock hard in his hand, looking at me like he hasn’t eaten in a week.

“Again?” I ask, genuinely impressed.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been sitting over there watching him fuck you for the last twenty minutes.” He grins. “Of course again.”

Without a word, Zander reaches down beside the bed, fishes another condom from his pants pocket, and tosses it to him.

Jarek catches it. “You’re a good friend.”

“Yes, I am.”

Jarek rolls it on as he crosses the room. Then he scoops me up off the bed before I can protest. I yelp and grab his shoulders, and my legs wrap around his waist on instinct.

“My legs don’t work,” I warn him.

“Don’t need them.” He carries me three steps and presses my back against the wall beside the door. The wall is cool against my skin, and I suck in a breath.

He shifts his grip under my thighs, holding me up like I weigh nothing, and I feel the head of his cock slide through my wetness.

“Tell me you want me.”

I nod, my arms tightening around his neck. “I want you, Jarek.”

He pushes into me in one slow, deep stroke. I’m so sensitive that it’s almost too much, and my nails dig into his shoulders.

He kisses me.

Then he starts to move. There’s nothing slow about it. He fucks me hard against the wall, and the picture frame beside my head rattles with every thrust.

“If something falls off this wall,” Jarek pants, “I’m blaming Zander. It’s his house. He should’ve hired better contractors.”