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“Oh, that’s lovely,” Jack purred, and then bent his head to his task.
We were hurtling towards orgasm. Hawk’s thrusts were short, his hands gently cradling my head as he held himself back with everything he had, his body as tight as a bow. Jack stopped fucking around, focussing his tongue and fingers now, dragging me closer and closer to the edge with punishingly economical strokes.
“Oh fuck, oh, Jules…” Hawk panted, as my jaws were stretched to their max by his girth. I grabbed his hand to hold his cock where it was and then mine dove into his jeans, right as Jack’s thumb brushed up against my arse.
We’d done a bit of anal training, since the guys were very enthusiastic about the idea of broadening our sexual repertoire. We hadn’t got all that far with it, but they had managed to get a mental shift in me. It was now less “Ew, ew, ew, why does that feel weird? What if I’m not clean?” and more “Oh, baby.” Which is how it felt now. Jack worked the tip of his thumb in, and it all exploded.
My groans were muffled by Hawk’s cock as my orgasm smashed into me, my clit burning with the most incandescent pleasure, washing through my whole body for a moment before my cunt snapped down on Jack’s fingers. I’d barely cupped Hawk’s balls, sending a stray finger to tease his taint, when he thrust up, pouring rope after rope of cum into my mouth.
It took a bit, but I finally flopped down on the back seat, head in Hawk’s lap. He looked down at me with glowing eyes, the faint smile of the supremely satisfied on his lips, his hand tracing the line of my jaw, then we both turned to Jack.
Fucking Jack and the sunlight. It was easy to see why the prick got away by being such an arse most of the time, and it wasn’t because of his position in Sanctuary’s hierarchy. He was fucking beautiful, and when I looked up at Hawk, I saw him staring over at his lover, his look telling the same story.
“C’mere,” I said, gesturing.
“It’s OK, Jules. I just wanted to make the two of you—”
Hawk snorted at that, and I admit, we weren't expecting altruistic Jack to make an appearance. Ever.
“Come here,” I said more clearly, and he relented, crawling over with a feline grace, which was impressive in the back of a car. I kissed him, long and slow, and then offered his lips to Hawk. He took Jack gladly, tugging the other man’s hair to provoke little whimpers of pleasure while I undid his pants.
Jack’s head jerked away, looking down the line of his body to see what I was doing before his eyes closed as I wrapped my hand around him. He might have wanted to torture Finn, but he was in just as bad a way, his cock jerking in my palm.
“Fuck, her hands are so small and soft.”
“So different,” Hawk agreed. “Rub your thumb on the underside of the head. Drives him nuts.”
“No, don’t do that,” he said, but his voice was all br
eathy, and he didn’t sound at all certain.
“Swap spots,” I said, pausing, and it took him a minute or so to register. His eyes opened drowsily, and he nodded, falling onto the seat gladly when I moved to the end. He lay back in Hawk’s arms, and the other man started pulling hard on his nipples, Jack’s hips twitching in response, his mouth falling open as I palmed him again.
I always felt like an unlikely pack centre. Lots of attention was an uncomfortable experience for me usually, but I was learning to deal with it. But Jack, he was in his element, so much so I thought he would have been well-suited to having his own harem of devoted love slaves, catering to his every whim while he was their benevolent ruler. Perhaps part of his sometimes sour demeanour came from that, a need for more attention. I understood academically extroverts needed that, but it made little sense to me in reality. Maybe that’s what we’d need to do when we got home, spend a bit more time spoiling him and bringing that sweetness to the surface. I could imagine whole afternoons stroking those smooth flanks and that long mane of hair until he purred.
But he wasn’t right now. His brows were creasing, his hips thrusting along with my strokes, his muscles tightening as my grip did, his grunts coming in shorter and shorter intervals. Would he want others to do this to him? To feed that need for pampering? Hawk had said he was OK with the other guys touching him, but was that once or always? And would they want to? There was so much more about this relationship that needed to be sorted, but right now, I focussed on the task at hand.
When he came, a thick ray of sunlight poured through the window, revealing every line of his taut body and the rhythmic twitch of his cock, just as his cum shot out. It splattered across his chest, great arcs of it appearing to stream out under great pressure. He just seemed to keep going, his cock still twitching in my hand, his moans still desperate, until finally, he gasped, “Enough.”
We cleaned up afterwards with old rags and wet wipes, and straightened our clothes before collapsing together in a messy heap on the back seat. I tried to feel guilty, but couldn’t, so I just felt good instead.
“What was the holdup?” Slade asked as we clambered out of the car. He looked at a white-faced Finn, but got no reply, so he moved to us. He stopped once he got close, nostrils flaring. “What the fuck did you get up to?”
“Showed Finn the error of his ways, didn’t we?” Jack said, slinging an arm around my shoulders.
“A dominance fuck?” Slade’s smile widened as he took the three of us in with one look. “Fuck, I’d like to have seen that. That your idea?” he asked Jack.
The blond-haired man nodded. “He’s gonna be re-evaluating his life choices for the rest of the night, if he doesn’t find a quiet corner to rub one out.”
“I always thought you were a bit of a cunt,” Slade said.
“Funny, I thought the same about you.”
I watched the two of them, feeling the tension rise, but Slade held out a hand, and Jack took it with a firm shake.
“You’re alright,” Slade said finally. “C’mon, let's see if we can find the beer.”
“Slade giving Jack a beer?” Hawk said in wonder.
