“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” With one hand still holding her hair, Jack began to work open the buttons on his jeans with the other.

“Hey, Cade, do I need to suit up for this?” Nick called. He’d moved to stand behind Olivia’s upturned ass, a condom already on and lubed.

Cade grinned. They’d talked at length about how this would go, and condoms were non-negotiable. Olivia had agreed to forego them with him, and he didn’t feel as though he could give that permission on her behalf. But he’d thought it might make for a nice mind fuck, and judging by Olivia’s wide eyes, he’d been right.

“Nah,” he called back, and watched her eyes flare with panic. “She likes it raw, don’t you, babe?”

She shook her head frantically. “No, don’t,” she began, but she never got any further, because Jack shoved his cock into her mouth and cut off the flow of words.

“Shit, that’s a sweet mouth,” Jack ground out, pulling Olivia’s head down so far her face disappeared into his open fly. She choked and coughed, her shoulders hunched. She sucked in air when he let her up, then choked again when he shoved her back down.

Then Nick pressed his cock to her asshole, and she froze.

“No, you don’t, princess,” Jack drawled. He fisted both hands in her hair and began moving her up and down on his cock, the gluck, gluck, gluck sounds of a sloppy throat fuck filling the room. He kept her moving as Nick penetrated her from behind, providing a distraction from the burning pressure, but she still tensed.

“Loosen the fuck up,” Nick snarled, and landed a heavy smack on her already bruised ass. “There’s a good slut. Damn, you weren’t kidding about this ass. It is prime.”

“Don’t come in her,” Jack ordered, keeping up the no-condom pretense. “I don’t want to be swimming in your fucking jizz when it’s my turn.”

“Aw, come on.” Nick started fucking her with long, slow strokes, his hands clamped on her hips. “It’s just extra lube.”

“I want friction,” Jack replied, still working her mouth on his cock. She wasn’t coughing as much now, having relaxed into the rhythm, but the little gurgle she made whenever he slipped into her throat was hot as hell.

“Fine,” Nick said, his voice strained as his hips picked up speed. “I’ll come all over this pretty ass. Make a Jackson Pollack painting of her.”

Jack chuckled. “That’s a picture I’d put on my wall.”

“Fuck, yeah.” Nick grunted, slapping into Olivia’s ass so hard it sounded like he was beating her again. “Goddamn, I think she’s coming.”