She screamed, the sound unobstructed without Cade’s cock in her mouth, and her head flew back. Cade had a moment of panic that she’d see Nick, and quickly gestured at him to lower his mask. But her eyes were closed, her mouth open as her body shuddered and jerked.

“Again,” Cade said, and her eyes opened just as Jack obliged.

Her eyes were wide, pain and pleasure lighting them up so the gold flecks all but glowed. She stared at him as the orgasm tore through her, everything she was feeling there for him to see. Pain, pleasure, despair, triumph. It was all there, and she offered it up to him unhesitatingly.

It was his. She was his. All he had to do was take her.

Overcome with love and lust and a thousand other feelings he couldn’t name, he kissed her, stroking his tongue into her mouth while she moaned and shook and came, wanting to be part of her pleasure so badly he almost forgot about his own.

She sagged a little against him as Jack shouted, and he knew his friend had pulled out to add his come to the canvas of her ass. Cade broke the kiss and scrambled up from the bench, nearly tripping in his haste, and caught the lube Nick tossed him one-handed. He coated his cock, then tossed the bottle aside and stepped around Olivia’s upturned ass.

She was nearing the end of her rope—they’d have to call the scene in a few minutes, for her safety. But he wanted to finish it.

The sight of her red and bruised ass, covered with the come of two men, brought his need to boiling point, and he shoved his cock into her quivering asshole without ceremony.

“Shit, fuck, shit.” She was still coming, faint little flutters battering his cock as her orgasm wound down. It wouldn’t take long for him to come—he could already feel it gathering in his gut, in his balls. He knew she was probably done, that another orgasm was likely out of the question, but there was one thing that might push her over again.

Or it might be so painful that she’d pass out.

Either way, it had to be done.

Teeth gritted to hold off his orgasm, he caught Jack’s eye. “Clamps,” he ground out, the wit for subterfuge abandoning him, and Jack understood.

Dropping his mask back in place, because there was nothing to keep her from looking at him now, Jack once again straddled the bench in front of Olivia. She didn’t seem to notice him at first, but when he reached underneath her for the clamps still on her nipples, she jerked away from him so hard that, if he hadn’t been sitting on it, she might have toppled the bench.