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He stands and shrugs off his shirt, and I glance back over my shoulder. He pulls a condom from his pocket, then unbuckles his belt. His slacks hit the floor, and his cock springs free, thick and hard, and my mouth goes dry.
Of course Zander planned ahead.
He rolls it on while I watch. Jarek slides out from in front of me, gets off the bed, and drops into the armchair in the corner, still naked, and settles in to watch.
“Don’t mind me,” he says.
Zander climbs back onto the bed behind me. He runs one hand from the back of my neck all the way down my spine, slow, then grips my hip.
“Still with me?”
“Yes.”
He drags the head of his cock through my wetness, over my clit and back, and I’m so sensitive I jerk forward. His hand tightens on my hip and pulls me back into place.
Then he pushes in.
It’s slow and deep, and from this angle, he goes deeper than he did the first time. I moan and drop my forehead to the sheets. He stays buried in me for a moment, one hand on my hip and the other spread over my shoulder blades, and I can feel him breathing behind me.
Then he starts to move.
Long, steady strokes. He pulls almost all the way out and sinks back in, over and over, and every thrust hits somewhere new. My fingers dig into the sheets. My breasts sway with every stroke. The sounds coming out of me aren’t anything I’d ever make on purpose.
“You two look so fucking good,” Jarek says from the corner.
I turn my head against the sheets. He’s sprawled in the chair with his cock in his hand, stroking slowly, and he’s already getting hard again just from watching us.
“Arch your back for him, sweetheart,” he says. “Yeah. Just like that. You look like a fucking goddess.”
Zander’s hand slides up my spine to the back of my neck and holds me there.
“Zander,” Jarek says, “you’re being too gentle with her.”
“I’m not taking notes from you,” Zander grunts.
But the next thrust is harder. So is the one after that.
“You’re welcome, Nina,” Jarek says.
I laugh into the sheets, and it turns into a moan halfway through when Zander pulls me back onto his cock and holds me there, grinding deep.
His rhythm changes after that. Harder. Deeper. Still controlled.
Zander’s hand moves from my neck to my hair, gathering it in his fist, and he pulls just enough to lift my head.
“Look at him,” Zander says in my ear, leaning over my back.
I look. Jarek’s watching us with heavy-lidded eyes, stroking himself faster now, fully hard.
“He’s watching,” Zander says, his voice low and rough. “But who’s fucking you?”
“You are.”
“Say it.”
“You, Zander.” It comes out as a gasp. “You.”
Something in him shifts when I say it. His hand leaves my hair and slides around my hip, down between my legs, and his fingers find my clit.
