We had a new toy we were eager to play with, and responsibilities were getting in our way. Jessica occupied my thoughts far too often, drifting in when I should have been concentrating on more pertinent tasks. But I wasn’t the only one.

Manson had fucked me so damn hard the night before that I was walking stiff this morning. I liked it as rough as I could get it so I wasn’t complaining, but he was particularly vicious when he was restless — and Jess made him restless as hell. She was too unpredictable, too damn confusing, and all that tension built up in him until he was practically bursting at the seams.

It was a relief to end a long day by letting my exhausted mind rest while Manson took control. But Manson didn’t bottom and I liked to switch. While he was fucking me, I was thinking about fucking Jess at the same time.

She was ours to play with now, but when we were collapsing into bed after midnight and rising early, it didn’t make much sense to try to drag her out of sleep in the middle of the night. This wasn’t high school anymore; we had jobs and responsibilities to take care of. Instead, Manson made her edge in the morning and record the deed, sending videos of her gasping on the verge of orgasm to the group chat. It probably wasn’t as torturous for us as it was for her, but it certainly didn’t make self-control any easier.

Watching a video of her grasping a vibrator in one trembling hand, while covering her whimpering mouth with the other to be sure her parents didn’t hear her, had me starting every day with a hard-on that wouldn’t quit.

We just needed the right opportunity to break in our new fucktoy, a chance to have her to ourselves.

I stood up from the porch and stretched my aching back before I discarded what was left of the cigarette. I took my coffee with me as I trudged across the yard to join Jason in the garage.

“Did you wake up early or not sleep at all?” I said, finding Jason holding a hand vacuum with all the doors of his Z wide open. He was cleaning up the remaining bits of broken glass from his seats and floors, carefully getting into every nook and cranny. Haribo was lying close by and he gave me the stink-eye as I walked in. That little dog had the biggest attitude I’d ever seen. He technically belonged to Vincent, but he was always following Jason around as if that dude needed protection.

Not unlike Vincent himself.