Backstage Heat

Lena then tells Sophie “On your back, legs spread. Let him see that pretty pussy.”

Sophie obeyed without hesitation, her thighs falling open, her panties already soaked through, the lace clinging to her lips. Lena hooked her fingers into the fabric and tore them aside, the sound of ripping lace lost beneath Sophie’s needy whimper. Jack’s cock jerked at the sight of her being bare, glistening, as her clit swollen and flushed.

“Get over here,” Lena ordered, crooking a finger at him. “Make her scream.”

Jack didn’t need to be told twice. He strode forward, his cock bobbing with every step, and dropped to his knees between Sophie’s thighs. The scent of her, sweet, musky, perfect, filled his senses as he dragged his tongue through her folds, her taste exploding on his tongue. Sophie cried out, her back arching, her fingers tangling in his hair as he lapped at her, his tongue circling her clit before he sucked it between his lips.

“Oh god,” she gasped, her hips bucking against his mouth. “Jack, please.”

Lena's hands were on him again, her nails raking down his back as she pressed against his side, her mouth finding his ear. “Fuck her,” she demanded, her voice a dark purr. “Fuck her hard while I ride your face.”

Jack groaned against Sophie’s pussy, the vibration making her whimper. He didn’t waste another second. He surged to his feet, his cock dragging through Sophie"s wetness before he lined himself up and thrust inside her in one smooth motion.

“Fuck!” Sophie"s cry was raw, her nails digging into his shoulders as he bottomed out, her tight, dripping heat clamping around him like a vice. Lena didn’t give him a second to adjust. She straddled his face, her leather pants still on, the zipper undone just enough for her to pull her pussy free. The scent of her, darker and richer than Sophie"s, filled his nose as she lowered herself onto his mouth, her thighs squeezing his head.

“Fuck me, Jack,” she ordered, her voice trembling with need. “Make me come while you destroy her.” And he did.

As Jack thrusts into Sophie, Lena's demands grow more urgent, her fingers threading through his hair, guiding his mouth to her core. Sophie’s cries build, her body tensing as she nears the edge, while Lena’s breath hitches, her thighs trembling against Jack’s ears. Just as Sophie’s orgasm begins to break, Lena's voice drops to a husky whisper, "Come for us, Jack. Fill her up while I watch."

As Jack’s rhythm quickens, Lena"s movements become more urgent, her fingers now exploring Sophie"s body with a possessive hunger. She leans over, her lips capturing Sophie’s in a deep, devouring kiss, their moans mingling. Jack watches, his breath hitching, as Lena’s hand slides between their bodies, her touch guiding Sophie"s pleasure. "You’re mine tonight, too," Lena murmurs against Sophie's lips, her eyes daring Jack to challenge her.

Mid-thrust, Jack feels Lena’s hand slide down, her fingers brushing against Sophie"s clit in sync with his movements. Sophie"s back arches, her breath catching, and Lena leans down, her lips brushing Sophie’s ear. "You like that, don't you? Him inside you, me touching you. Tell him, Sophie. Tell Jack how it feels." Sophie"s voice is a breathless whisper, “Its too much. I can’t.”

The room spins with the intensity of their shared pleasure, but a sudden knock at the door jolts them all. The sound is insistent, followed by a voice calling out, "Lena? Sophie? Are you there?" The women freeze, their eyes locked with Jack’s. Lena’s lips curve into a mischievous smile. "Ignore it," she murmurs, her hand gripping Jack's hip, urging him to continue. But Sophie’s blush deepens, her voice trembling.