Backstage Heat

Lena didn"t waste a second. She crowded against him, her hands sliding up his chest, her nails scraping over his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. “You're ours now, Jack,” she murmured, her mouth crashing against his before he could respond.

Her kiss was hungry, demanding, her tongue sweeping past his lips with practiced ease. He groaned into her mouth, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her flush against him. Behind them, Sophie’s breath came in shallow gasps, her fingers fumbling with the hem of her dress before she tugged it over her head, letting it pool at her feet. The sight of her with nothing but a scrap of black lace covering her pussy, her breasts full and heavy, her nipples tight and begging for his mouth had made his cock throb painfully.

Lena's hands dropped to his belt, her fingers working the buckle open with efficient movements. “Sophie,” she breathed against his lips, “get on your knees for him.”

Sophie didn"t hesitate. She sank to the floor in front of him, her hands sliding up his thighs, her touch feather-light as she helped Lena tug his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. The cool air hit his heated skin, but it was nothing compared to the way Sophie’s breath ghosted over the tip, her lips parting as she took him in.

“God, you're big,” she whispered, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft, her thumb swiping over the precome already beading at the slit.

Lena's mouth left his, her lips trailing down his jaw, his throat, her teeth nipping at his collarbone. “Show him how good that pretty mouth is, Sophie,” she murmured, her hand tangling in Sophie’s hair, guiding her forward.

Sophie’s tongue flicked out, swiping over the underside of his cock, and Jack’s hips jerked involuntarily. Fuck. Her lips parted, and she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before she sank down, her throat opening around him with a soft, needy gag.

“That's it,” Lena crooned, her free hand sliding between Sophie's thighs, her fingers disappearing beneath the lace of her panties. Sophie moaned around his cock, the vibration sending a jolt straight to his balls. “You love sucking him, don"t you? Love how he fills you up.”

Jack’s hands found Sophie’s head, his fingers tangling in her silky hair as she bobbed on his cock, her lips stretched obscenely around his girth. Lena's other hand joined the first, her fingers working Sophie’s pussy in slow, deliberate circles, her thumb pressing against her clit. Sophie whimpered, her nails digging into his thighs, her mouth working him with desperate, sloppy strokes.

“Fuck, just like that,” Jack groaned, his hips rolling forward, feeding her more of his cock. Lena's mouth found his again, her kiss filthy, her tongue tangling with his as she fingered Sophie to the rhythm of her sucking. The sounds filling the room being wet, obscene, the slick slide of Lena’s fingers, Sophie’s muffled moans, the lewd slurp of her mouth, were enough to push him dangerously close to the edge.

Lena pulled back, her lips swollen, her eyes dark with lust. “You wanna come in her mouth, Jack?” she whispered, her voice rough. “Or you wanna fuck her while I watch?”

The image of Sophie spread out beneath him, her thighs trembling, her pussy glistening as he drove into her. His cock twitched in Sophie’s mouth, and she hollowed her cheeks, her eyes watering as she took him deeper.

“Both,” he growled, his voice barely recognizable. “I want both.”

Lena's smile was pure sin. “Good answer.” She tugged Sophie off his cock with a wet pop, then pushed her onto the couch, her body sprawling across the cushions.