Cade had already seen the signs of impending orgasm in the way her hands had fisted on the sides of the bench, in the set of her shoulders. He hadn’t set out to make her orgasm part of this scene, figuring there was enough going on. But he wasn’t surprised to see her belly flex and her thighs tighten, or to hear the long, liquid moan that spilled from her lips as she jerked and shuddered between his friends.

“Oh yeah, honey, squeeze me with that ass.” Nick thrust hard, driving through the vise-like grip of her asshole. Her spasms had barely ended when he gave a hoarse shout, yanked himself free, stripped off the condom, and came all over her upturned ass in long, heavy spurts.

He stood there for a moment as though he was admiring his artwork, then tucked himself away and stepped back. “Thanks, sugar,” he said, delivering a parting slap on the outside of her thigh. “Who’s next?”

Cade jerked his head at Jack, who nodded and dragged Olivia’s mouth off his dick. “Me,” he announced and stepped to the rear of the bench.

Cade slid into Jack’s place, his sweatpants already shoved down. Olivia’s head had fallen forward when Jack had let her go, so he gathered her hair in his hands and tilted her face up.

She was a wreck. Her face was covered in spit and tears, her hair matted. Her mouth was swollen and red, her lower lip bruised from her own teeth and the face fucking. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glassy with pain and shining with joy.

She’d never looked more beautiful to him.

“Hey there, babe,” he said, staying in character. He didn’t have to grab his cock to aim it at her mouth—the damn thing was drawn to those pouty, puffy lips like a divining rod to water. He just pulled her down, letting the engorged tip bump into her chin, and she opened her mouth like the eager little victim she was.

Her lips slid down his shaft, wet and warm and tight, and he let out a hiss. “Fuck, so good,” he ground out, pushing slowly deeper. Jack was behind her, lining up his latex-covered cock with her asshole, and Cade didn’t want to be too far in her throat when he speared into her.

Go slow, he mouthed over Olivia’s back, and Jack nodded.

She tensed when he made contact, her hands clenching so hard on the bench that her knuckles went white. She let out a muffled groan, her throat spasming around the head of Cade’s cock as Jack pushed past her natural resistance to slide deep.

“Fuck, that’s good asshole,” Jack ground out. His cock was thicker than Nick’s, and she would be swollen from the fucking she’d already received, so Cade imagined she was even tighter than usual.