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“Zander, whatever you’re doing, keep doing it,” Jarek says roughly. “She hums every time you do that, and it’s killing me.”

“I’m aware,” Zander says dryly.

His other hand slides up my spine, then back down to rest on my lower back. His mouth follows, pressing slow, open kisses along my shoulder blade.

I didn’t know it was possible to feel this much at once. I lose my rhythm on Jarek, try to find it again, lose it the second Zander presses his thumb down on my clit.

“That’s it.” Jarek cups the back of my head. “Keep your mouth on me. Let him take care of the rest.”

The room is full of the sounds we’re making. The wet slide of Zander’s fingers inside me. My mouth working over Jarek’s cock. And I don’t care. I don’t want any of it to stop.

“Look at you.” Jarek’s breathing is ragged now. “Mouth full of me, and he’s got you dripping all over his hand.”

I should be embarrassed. I’m not. I’m too far gone to be embarrassed.

Zander hooks his fingers and drags them against the front wall of my core, slow and firm. My body rocks back into his hand on its own.

“Stay still,” he says.

I pull off Jarek long enough to gasp, “Can’t.”

“Try.”

He does it again. And again. Same place, same pressure, same maddening pace, his thumb finally rubbing firm circles on my clit. My thighs start to shake. I take Jarek back into my mouth, and the sound he makes goes straight through me.

Pressure builds low in my stomach, tighter and tighter, until I can’t focus on anything but Zander’s hand. My hips push back, chasing it, and this time he lets me.

“Come for me, Nina,” Zander says quietly.

I come hard. My hips jerk, my thighs shake, and I have to pull off Jarek because I can’t breathe. My forehead drops against his thigh, and I cry out into his skin while I clench around Zander’s fingers again and again. He doesn’t stop. He slows down and pumps his fingers in and out of me through every last pulse until I’m shaking and gasping and pushing back against his wrist, too sensitive for more.

When he finally eases his fingers out, I stay there for a moment with my cheek on Jarek’s thigh, trying to remember how to breathe.

Jarek strokes my hair back from my face. “Take your time, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Clearly,” I manage, eyeing his cock, which is still very hard and very much right in front of me.

He laughs. “Hey. Your fault.”

I lick my lips and take him back into my mouth. Something about coming first makes me bolder. I’m not trying to impress him anymore. I just want him. I take him deep and slow, then faster, my hand following my mouth, and he stops making jokes.

“That’s it,” he breathes. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

I don’t. Behind me, Zander’s hand rests on my hip, his thumb moving back and forth across my skin, and knowing he’s watching makes me take Jarek even deeper.

“Nina.” Jarek’s hand tightens in my hair. “I’m close. If you don’t want it in your mouth⁠—”

I don’t stop.

His hips lift off the bed. He fists my hair and comes with a groan so deep I feel it in my own chest, spilling hot across my tongue. I take all of it. A little escapes from the corner of my mouth, and when I finally lift my head, Jarek wipes it away with his thumb, breathing hard and looking at me like I’ve just done something miraculous.

“Holy shit,” he says.

“Articulate,” Zander says.

I laugh, still breathless, and Jarek throws a pillow at him.

Then Zander’s hands are on my hips again, and the laughter catches in my throat.