I focus on the fact that she wants this. She wants me, she wants him. All I feel is fucking desperate. My throat works around the words, voice strained when I finally manage to ask, “How… is this going to work?”

Tate chuckles, because of course he does. He always takes control, he always thinks he’s the one calling the shots, he answers. “She’s going to lay on her back,” he says smoothly, “I’ll be on top of her.” He glances at me now, his masked face unreadable, but I already know what’s coming next. “And you? You’ll use that pretty little mouth of hers from the side of the couch.”

I swallow hard. My hands clench into fists. Before I can second guess, before I can think about how fucked up this is, Haven shifts beneath me.

She moves, obeying, sliding onto her back, waiting.

He grabs a towel from the nearby kitchen counter, running it between Haven’s thighs, cleaning up the mess I left inside her, taking his time like he’s doing it just to tease her, just to remind her that she’s not done being used yet.

All I feel is fucking hard again, the soft little sounds slipping from her lips as he touches her? They go straight to my cock. I shift closer, kneeling beside the couch, needing to feel her, needing to taste her, needing to remind myself that I just had her first.

Tate’s hands press against the insides of her thighs, spreading her wider, positioning himself between them, lining the thick, dripping head of his cock against her pussy. He doesn’t push in. Not yet, he teases her, rubbing the tip against her, making her body twitch, making her gasp and shudder. And I swear to everything, I almost fucking lose it.

Her moans fill my ears, soft and desperate, and all I can think about is how fucking beautiful she sounds, how fucking perfect she looks, how much I need to feel her again. I lean down, dragging my lips over the soft skin of her neck, tracing them down to her collarbone, my tongue lashing out, tasting her. She gasps, arching into me, her hands gripping at my arms, pulling me closer.

I trail my lips lower, sucking her nipple into my mouth, feeling it harden slightly against my tongue, savoring her like I have all the time in the world.
Because I do. And I’m going to take my time with her. Even if Tate doesn’t.

Tate grips Haven’s thighs tighter, his voice cutting through her moans as he drags the tip of his cock over her pussy faster. “Look at you, pretty girl,” he murmurs, watching the way her body reacts, how she twitches with every tease of his cock. “Such a pretty perfect pussy. Can’t wait to see how beautiful it looks wrapped around my cock.”