~ ~ Finn ~ ~

I leaned back into the sofa, heart banging and a stupid grin on my face.

Cam helped Trix to stand, following her up, he lifted her face and kissed her softly compared to the rougher handling minutes before.

Trix swallowed a breath. "Bathroom," Cam nodded, letting her move away, glancing around. "Purse?" A little unsteady her eyes dropped to the floor, pushing her hair off her shoulder, looking under the table. "Ah, there." She dipped down, parking her arse in the air.

Sucking in a hiss, my dick nudged my zipper. Not long till I'd be buried in that whole heap of sexiness, as Cam's eyebrows knowingly raised with the same idea.

"C'mon, I need the bathroom too," I said, standing.

Cam checked the time on his phone. "I'll find Lucinda and meet you back at the lift?" His brow furrowed. "Where's Ivy, and what's his name?"

"James," said Trix, straightening her dress.

Not even remotely hiding my smirk. "They pretty much scarpered when your hand went up her skirt."

"That's not like Ivy—she likes to watch," said Trix, surprised.

Don't we all.

She held her hand out to me and I almost touched it before she yanked it back. "Shit, no" she switched her purse to the other hand and offered me her now free hand, grinning. "Other one, I know where that—" she pointed to my hand. "Just been!"

I chuckled. "Ah, yeah." I had no problem with where my fingers had just been. "Finger lickin' good."

"Ewe...no, please stop talking." She laughed, entwining our fingers.

"I can't. It's compulsive and I didn't hear you complaining five minutes ago."

She rolled her eyes, but amusement twinkled.

Glancing over my shoulder, I checked we were out of earshot of Cam. "Was all that part of the grand master plan?"

"What?"

"The whole thing with Zack, coming onto Cam?" When I'd spoken to Trix earlier, she'd said to trust her.

"Christ, No. Although me and Ivy had chatted about James flirting with you, so we could gauge Cam's reaction, but ultimately I decided against it as I didn't want to play him... well, not in that way." She glanced around to check it was still just us. "Zack, he was out there all on his own—that was all on him." She slowed her steps, looking at me. "He's not my type at all, but weirdly I'm find him disturbingly hot!"

Hot?—nah.  Disturbing?—a little.

He had however, stirred a burning pot of jealousy and the idea of Cam and him together tore strips off me. And the only reason I'd sat there and kept quiet was because I thought it was a set-up. Honestly, having never come across anyone so blunt, he made Ivy look diplomatic. "Fuck, now I want to find the guy and deck him."

Trix picked up her steps, leaning into me. "Worked out pretty well. Don't you think?"

Eh?

She squeezed my hand. "Did you hear Cam—What he said?" she lowered her voice. "They're both mine."

I bit back a laugh at her terrible Cam impression. "There, up ahead." I spotted a unisex bathroom sign.

Trix continued. "He's confused or conflicted about his feelings for you." She turned to face me with such hope, I wanted to believe it too.

She shook her head. "Something is definitely there. I know it. I know him. And the way he overthinks puts my overworked mind to shame." Inserting a breath. "It's simmering just beneath the surface."

Pushing open the door, letting go of her hand, Trix ducked under my arm. My stomach flipped and I would admit it felt pretty damned good hearing him stake a claim and earlier, back at the flat, when he'd been staring at me before telling me I looked hot.

I followed her inside, keeping my voice low. "So my sexy siren, what is this cunning plan?"

She spun on heel with more devil than angel slipping through her smile. "Poker!"

What the? "Poker?" She'd lost me. "I don't get it, Trix."

Raising her finger as if asking me to hold that thought, she darted into an open cubicle. I expected her to close the door, but she didn't as she shimmied up her dress, giving me a glimpse of her stockings and sexy lacy knickers. Fuck me, and I was rock hard again.

How was I supposed to take a leak with it hard as fucking steel?

Trix giggled. "Sorry, me and Ivy never close the door—it's a bad habit."

"Nah, I like it." A little too much. I walked over to the urinals and tried to think of the un-sexiest thing. Mike throwing up last week after we'd trained came to mind.

There, that did it. The blood loosened. Thank fuck, because I really need to take a piss. As relief worked its way through me, I turned to watch Trix flushing the toilet coming out of the cubicle.

"Better watch what you're doing or else you'll make quite a mess all over that very sexy suit." She walked toward the sink. "Did I tell you how hot you looked tonight?" She blew out a breath. "You and Cam." she shook her head. "No wonder Zack was eye fucking you both."

I ignored the Zack comment. "No, but the look you gave me when I walked in pretty much screamed it." My cocky smirk lifted in place. "But it's good to hear it." I shook my dick, putting him back. "Anyway, poker?" I followed her to the sink, watching her reflection in the mirror as I stood alongside her.

"Cam likes control, does he not?"

"Yeah." I pumped the soap dispenser three times.

"And he won't just hand it over." Trix rinsed the soap from her hands. "But I'm betting he'll stake his control—because he thinks he won't lose... at poker." She pursed her lips, cheeks flushing.

Was I missing something? "Still not getting it."

Trix side stepped, reaching over to pull out a paper towel, moving back toward me, looking at me through the mirror. "Listen, it's not for you to worry. Just trust me." She shrugged, adding, "I know what I'm doing... okay?" There was no guile in her expression.

Shaking off the water, I leaned over her to grab two towels. Drying my hands, I threw them in the bin. Trix turned to lean up against the sink and I shifted to stand in front of her, stepping closer. Our bodies touched. "You have my interest." I teased her hair with my finger. "Just don't push him, Trix. Cam likes control for a reason." A flash of concern clouded her expression. Then it was gone.

I hoped she knew what she was doing. She didn't know what had changed him.

She rested her hands on my arms and even through my suit jacket, I could feel the heat of them as they trailed up my arms to tie her fingers around my neck. Her eyebrows rose. "I won't, promise."

I didn't doubt her words or how much she cared, most likely loved him. I hoped she would, in time, have the same feelings for me. "I trust you." This close, she smelled gorgeous even with the fake soap smell now between us. I leaned in and traced my lips over hers. The hitch in her breath made my dick jump with renewed interest.

I chuckled. "You know he's shit hot at poker." It was only right to warn her.

"Hmm, taught me everything I know." I edged back to see her eyes wide with challenge.

Well then, let the games begin. Flicking my head. "C'mon, let's go find our boy."

She smiled up at me, her eyes softening. "What?" I asked.

"I like hearing you say that."

"What? Our boy?"

"Hmm."

It sat right with me, too. Trix leaned in closer and breathed in. I pressed my forehead against her. "I like hearing Cam say... our girl."

"I like that too," she whispered.

Cam was at the lifts with Lucinda. "About fuckin' time. Was just about to send out a search party," he said in jest.

Trix released my hand and pressed her lips to his cheek. "No need."

Lucinda held out two small plastic cards. They looked like credit cards. "Mr Coles has put a zero restriction on your spending with us. Tonight's on him."

Cam's jaw clenched, nostril flaring. I thought he was going to burst a blood vessel. "That won't be necessary," he said through a gritted smile.

Trix rolled her eyes, accepting the cards. "I'll keep hold of these, but—" she raised her hand to Cam's cheek, pulling his attention to her. "Money isn't what we're playing for tonight." Cam's face softened, then frowned. Trix dropped her hand to his chest, pressing it over his heart. "Don't worry that pretty head. All will be revealed."

Lucinda added. "The second card allows you access to our private rooms on the lower level. I've allocated room three to you."

Cam's face morphed into a smile like a kid let loose in toys r' us.

Lucinda pressed the button to the elevator. "The casino is on the fourth floor and the code is 101, but this changes nightly."

Fair. But I didn't think we'd be back here anytime soon.

Thanking her, we headed up. Stepping out of the lift. "Wow." We all stopped at the sight in front of us. I'd expected to step in a mini version of Vegas, but like everything else in this place. It was more class than gimmicks and flashy lights.

"You're not wrong," muttered Cam, begrudgingly impressed.

I smiled. "Lead the way, my boy." He threw me a look, and I saw something that resembled a flair of heat and I tried not to overthink it or get turned on by it.

We both pressed our hands on the base of Trix's spine, our fingers brushing together as and we stepped further into sin. The innocent touch scorched my tips.

This place packed some serious money. There were more people in here and it showed all the signs of brains hooked on the neuro-chemicals of hope, the kind that were supposed to fire up for your loved ones—like the ones I had for Cam and now Trix. In here, they hijacked hope to allow the rich to pick the pockets of those poor bastards who could easily gamble their savings in these places.

Not that I thought they shouldn't exist. Just not my thing.

"So, what do you want to do first?" Cam nudged his lips into Trix's hair.

"You still play poker?" she asked, knowing full well he did.

"Yeah, why?"

"Do you want to play with me... and Finn?"

"I thought you said no money was going to pass hands?"

"That's right... kinda, we'll keep the stakes low. "But there is something else I'm more interested in." She looked at me and then back at him. "You ready to make this interesting?"

"I'm listening," he said.

"Winner gets control."

Cam frowned. "I'm not following. Control of what?"

"Everything. Whoever wins gets to call the shots when we go downstairs and the losers agree to oblige the winner, however depraved."

Cam's top lip curled. And I knew what he was thinking. In his head, he couldn't see himself losing. The man loved poker. "So, anything?"

Trix ran her finger down his chest. "Anything." She smiled seductively. Who could say no to her? Trix continued. "Best of three....winner takes it." She peered up at him, but he didn't notice the devil in her eye.  

Fuck, this woman turned me on.

"You in?" He turned to me in question.

"Yeah, why not." I knew fuck all when it came to poker.

"Okay then—Game on." he said, leading us to a free table.

We took our seat, and the dealer listened to our terms, looking amused and maybe confused. Trix flashed the card that Lucinda had given us. He said nothing, cutting a new deck of cards.

Drinks arrived and no surprise—Cam won the first round with a flush beating Trix's two pairs. I'd already folded. To be fair, he tried not to look magnanimous, but failed. It brought a smile to my face. To me, it didn't matter who won—I was still in for a good time.

"Well played," said Trix, with not even a hint of a sore loser.

Cam took a sip of his whisky, his shoulders easing as he visibly relaxed.

Round two.

I folded early, my mind not on the game. It was much more fun watching Cam and Trix.

"Say hello to my flush!" Cam announced smugly, and expected it to be game over.

Trix laid hers out. "Me too, but I think jacks beat your eights." She blew him an air kiss. "Last game!"

Cam's jaw dropped.

"I'll skip this one." I said, looking between them.

"What—why?" he asked.

"I win either way." Shrugging, I lifted my drink.

"You're not worried I might beat you, Cam?" asked Trix sweetly, popping the olive from her drink into her mouth. "I can see you on your knees, naked, crawling toward me...perhaps a little begging," she teased. She placed her finger to her lips. "I think we might need a couple of cock rings too."

I didn't know about Cam but I was fucking so hard I could hammer home nails.

"It won't be me on my knees," he smiled, but it wasn't as cocky as before. "Deal the cards," he said without taking his eyes from Trix.

It didn't take long for his smug look to return as he lay his hand out. "Full house, baby."

Trix sighed exaggeratedly, but her eyes danced with delight. "Oh..." She laid down her cards one by one.

"Fuck!" muttered Cam.

Fuck indeed.

"I believe my straight flush kicks your full house to the curb... baby."

"The lady wins!" snickered the dealer.

Cam stayed quiet for a second. "Why do I feel you played me?"

"Me?" she batted her eyelashes. "Beginner's luck."

Cam threw back the rest of his whisky, but teased a small smile. "Yeah, beginner's luck."

Trix jumped from her seat, handing the card to Cam. "I need to visit the little girl's room again. And I want to check Ivy's okay. I'll meet you both there."

She didn't wait for our reply.

Me and Cam made our way downstairs as he swiped the card. The door opened. He looked around, but I watched him. "What would you want if you had control?" Cam asked, turning to me.

I scrubbed my hand across my chin. "You don't want to know." The fantasy that Trix and I had played out, him on his knees sucking my dick, would be first on my to do list. I adjusted my pants, being this hard for this long wasn't even funny. I felt like viagra on legs.

Cam's eyes dropped to my obvious hard-on. Wondering if I should confess my thoughts, a tap on the door stopped that idea.

In walked Trix. moving as gracefully as a cheetah towards its prey. "Miss me?" she asked and damn, I didn't mind being hunted by this woman.

"Always, " we said at the same time as Cam threw me a smile.

"Now you have us here. What do you have planned?" asked Cam. 

Was that a hint of nerves I heard?

She walked up to him, raising on her toes, pressing one hand to his chest and the other around his neck, she brought his lips to hers.

Watching them kiss was sexy, and my dick jerked in protest.

Then it was my turn as her lips captured mine. My hands rested on her hips, pulling her toward me so she could feel how hard I was. Cam came up behind her, shifting her hair to kiss along her shoulder, up her neck as I deepened our kiss.

"Let's get you naked?" said Cam, sucking on her ear.

Her lips left mine. "You remember you lost, right?" said Trix.

He groaned. "Tell me ...us what you want."

Not a flinch or waver in her request. "I want to watch."

Fuck.

Silence.

"And what is it you want to watch?" he asked.

I knew where this was going as my heart leapt into my mouth.

"You and Finn." She turned to her side so she could see us both. "In my head, the idea of you two turns me inside out."

Silence. I counted... one...two—

"What, and you want to see if the reality matches the fantasy?" he asked calmly, much to my surprise.

"Yeah, something like that."

Why the fuck was he not freaking out? My pulse shot through the roof, as my heart headed dangerously close into arrhythmia territory.

"Well, we can't stand here all day. Let me go first." Bea reached for her zipper on her dress... slowly easing it down as she worked herself out of it with ease, dropping to the floor.

Sexy as fuck. "Only me stripping boys...or do you need me to remind you who won?"

Cam watched Trix and with both in my line of vision, I watched them. Waiting. "You'll be the death of me, you know that, right?" he said removing his suit Jacket.

"Do you want a safe word?" she asked Cam but not me.

"You tell me," he answered gruffly.

"I may be the one calling the shots, but it doesn't mean you have to do anything you're not comfortable with... okay?"

He swallowed. "I want to make you happy."

"And I want us all to be happy and this... goes three ways."

The air thickened, slick with sexual tension.  The energy bounced between us, crackling and one match, a spark would set this room ablaze...question was, who would get burned?

Shucking off my suit jacket, throwing it on a nearby chair. I waited for him to say no. I started walking toward the enormous bed... might as well make myself comfortable.

Cam stepped in front of me. Blocking me. I couldn't get a read on his expression. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to." If he needed an out—This was it.

"Where do we start?" he asked.

What—he's okay doing this front of Trix?

Up shot my pulse again. "Where it always starts." I said, solely focusing on him watching for any sign he's being pushed into something he didn't want.

But everything seemed calm, and the tension I'd held in my shoulders since stepping inside this room relaxed, allowing me to soak in his appearance. His five o'clock shadow was now prominent, and his tempting mouth set my teeth on edge as I licked my dry lips.

Now or never Finn.

I moved my head closer and still nothing showed in his eyes as I lost sight and my lips brushed his.

He froze, and I panicked for a second.

What the hell was I doing? This could all be a complete mind fuck for him. He wasn't ready to do this—not in front of Trix.

Stupid fucking idiot.

Whilst my head was worrying, Cam reached around the back of my head and kissed back... hard.

I swallowed my whimper as I heard Trix mumble a fuck and I dove headfirst into our kiss, a mangle of crushing teeth against lips, tongue clashing.

Cam pulled away suddenly, and both fear and desire whipped around me. My dick was even harder, and this moment was one of those too good to be true moments, and if he stopped now, it would fuck with my head for weeks.

But I was all in. Giving Trix what she wanted and taking what I needed. "You want more?" I didn't wait for a reply. Stepping closer, dropping my hand to the front of his black pants, tracing the outline of his shaft.

Fuck, he was just as hard as me.

He pushed into my hand, his breathing now a little faster. "I know this isn't new, but weirdly it feels that way."

He wasn't wrong—which was fuckin' crazy but I followed his meaning. This was a first for us both. He's putting himself out there in front of someone he loves. No, not someone—Trixie. The woman he loves.

It's fucking mind blowing and exhilarating

I continued to caress, cupping and teasing him. I could fool you into thinking I'd won that game of poker and I was running the show.

"You're teasing." He hissed through his gritted teeth as the hands by his side curled and uncurled.

Feeling more confident and perhaps a tad cocky. "Yeah, I am."

I reached for his belt and yanked to loosen it. Flipping his button, I unzipped his pants and slid my hand inside under the waistband of his boxers and gripped his dick. He was hot and hard in my palm as more arousal raced through my body. "You would rather I move this along?"

He swallowed as I watched his Adam's apple bob. "I'm in your hands." A groan interrupted his reply.

Fuck yeah, and there was my invitation and I locked my jaw to muffle the deep gravelly groan.

I pushed his pants and boxers down, keeping the steady pace of pumping his dick. "Step out of your pants."

He toed off his shoes and kicked off his pants, leaning to one side, removing his socks as I slowly pumped his dick.

"I'm going to sink to my knees and swallow you here in front of our girl." His eyes darkened, there was hunger in them. "Let her see how much you love my mouth sucking your cock."

I gave him a second to process, and he didn't shut me down.

Dropping to my knees, fetching his bulbous head to my lips, I flicked my tongue across his slit to lick off the sticky drop of pre-cum.

Trixie groaned as my eyes caught hers. She'd lost her knickers, now sitting at the edge of the bed, legs wide, her finger teasing her clit.

Christ. Fantasy didn't touch reality.

I glanced up. Cam's eyes were on Trix. "Fuck," he muttered as I took him in my mouth, listening to him hiss with pleasure. I brought my other hand up to caress his sack as I sucked and stroked his cock, keeping it slow.

Cam moved his hips in time, not thrusting, happy to let me lead.

Trix's moans and Cam's grunts had me tripping the light fucking fantastic. And I got off on the fact that she loved watching me and him...together.

"Are you hard?"

His voice tore through me like pure sex as I pulled my mouth off his dick. "Like you wouldn't believe."

"Show me... us." My mind stalled for a second before I rose to my feet.

Working my belt free, I unzipped as he watched my every move. Pulling out my eager cock, I kicked off my shoes and pants, doing the same as him and yanking off my socks, so I'm just left with my shirt on.

"Wank off for me," he ordered.

I complied with no hesitation.

"Slowly," his voice dropped.

His gaze burned through my hand as his tongue poked out, holding it on it there before pulling it back in, turning toward Trix. "You seen enough or do you want more?" he asked Trix, but his voice wavered.

"Do you want more?" She pulled her finger from her clit and sucked it into her mouth. "I don't think I've ever been this wet and watching the two of you is the fucking hottest thing I've ever seen."

I stroked my dick, wondering if this was as far as he would go. Which, if that was it, done, I would still be fucking happy. Tonight, he'd done more than I'd ever dreamed.

My heart stopped as he closed the distance between, his finger tangled in my hair, tilting my head back and smashed his mouth into mine.

Fuck yeah!

A groan dragged deep from his lungs as I let go of my dick and pulled him closer until our bodies fitted together. Both our dicks twitched, squashed—not that you would hear me complain—hell no.

"Fuck, yes," I heard Trix gasp.

Cam broke the kiss, his fingers still twisted in my hair. Head turned, he asked, "and you're okay with this?"

"Trust me, better than okay." She wriggled in her seat. "And don't mind me, I'll be sitting here playing with myself." She dragged her lip through her teeth.

Fuck, I wanted to be touching her too, but I wouldn't stop whatever momentum Cam had started. He turned and pulled me in for another heart wrenching, dick throbbing kiss. The heat from his body raised mine, as his stubble burned across my lips only ramping up our hungry kisses.

Our tongues untangled. "Shirt off." He smiled, shaking his head, turning to Trix. "Sorry I'm taking control."

Trix's eyes lifted to meet mine. "What are you waiting for? Do as the man asks." Her throaty voice had me biting back a growl. Fuck, she sexy when she was in charge. She made me want to drop to my knees and lick up her legs and run my tongue through her sopping pussy.

"I'm over here." said Cam, his top lip curling. He was already working the buttons on his shirt, kicking me into action.

My dick throbbed. His dark eyes feasted on me.

"Go stand in front of the bed, facing it, " he ordered me, as Trix muted a moan.

Dropping my shirt, I walked the four steps. Trix blew me a kiss as excitement and lust fought for space on her gorgeous face. I wondered if Cam was going to ask her to join, although she seemed pretty good at seeing to herself as her fingers danced up the inside of her thighs, teasing the landing strip of curls.

About to turn to face Cam, he was right behind me, his lips against my ear as his hands gripped my biceps, his chest against my back, his dick pressed into my arse cheek. "I've never done this sober. Don't let me hurt you."

Jesus Christ, he was going to fuck me? "You won't hurt me Cam."

His hand ran up to my hair, pulling my head to the side, sucking on the side of my throat. "Ask me to stop and I will."

"You've got to be shitting me?"

His deep chuckle raised goosebumps all over my damn body.

"Think you might need these." His hand left my hair as I partially twisted my head. To his side stood Trix, but I couldn't see what she gave him, but I'd hazard a guess at lube and condom as I faced forward.

His voice lowered, softening. "You know you're my world, Bea?"

"I do, and you've always been mine." Her body brushed mine as his hand went around her waist, pulling her closer. They kissed, as his other hand squeezed my shoulder.

A moment later, a hand cupped my face, turning me. Lips met mine. Soft, heavenly lips as Trix's sweet mouth claimed mine, sucking my bottom lip. Her kiss was like a shot of pure arousal.

"Be good and take what our boy gives you," she said.

Fucking hell, who'd moved Christmas to August?

One last swipe of her tongue across my lips, and she slipped away.

She wasn't just Cam's world; she was fast becoming mine. Two halves of a whole. I wanted one just as much as the other... both, together. They were everything.

"Relax." I heard Cam say as he pressed me forward. His next order came, a growl in my ear, pitched low and drenched with heat. "Spread. Your. Legs." He tapped his foot between my feet.

I felt the cold liquid as Cam's fingers teased my arse. I pushed back a little to be surprised by a sting to my arse.

Fuck, did he just slap me?

"Stop rushing this," he said, but I could hear the smile in his tone.

My head dropped as a moan left my mouth as his finger pushed inside. Just enough to tease. It had been months, maybe a year, since he'd been inside me like this—and the first time where he wasn't heavy under the influence.

Fuck, it was good.

Lifting my head, Trix had climbed onto the bed, pushed up against the headboard, in my line of sight. Enraptured with her legs spread wide, giving me a delicious view of her fingers. Two shoved deep inside her cunt and the other flicked her clit.

Another finger, swiftly followed by a third. Tensing for a second, I forced out a breath and relaxed.

And then his fingers were gone as I felt him press the head of his cock against my arse. Taking a breath, He leaned, pressing every inch of his hard body against mine. "This what you want?" Cam's teeth raked slowly across my shoulder. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest. "You want my dick in your arse, Finn?"

"Fuck, yes."

Raising, he pulled apart my arse cheeks, nudging, he pushed in one slow inch at a time, opening, stretching, until I felt his hips pressed against me as I let out an exhausted breath, my head dropping.

"Fuck, tight." I heard Cam as his hands moved to grip my hips and my eyes closed.

Cam set the pace, slow, pulling and pushing in again, deliciously stroking every inch of me. I wanted to push back. But I forced my eyes to open and focus on Trix.

She looked fucking beautiful. Her chest heaved as she fingered her sweet, swollen clit. I knew that look, the flush to her cheeks and throat, it turned her on... so much so that she wasn't far off climax.

Cam rocked against me, still going slow, teasing. My eyes closed again whilst my dick throbbed, wanting a release of its own. At this rate, I would shoot my load on the sheet without even being touched.

Seated deep in my arse, he pulled back, pulling me with him. I felt heat pressing against my thighs. Looking down, I saw the reason it was Trix's hands. Trix was on her knees, her baby blues looking up as she took my dick in her small hand and licked the head, humming out in pleasure.

Fuckin' hell. This had to be one of my wet dreams. Cam fucking me and now Trix licking my dick, hopefully about to swallow.

Cam paused as I felt his chest press up against my back. His teeth nibbled my earlobe. "I'm going to fuck the come out of you and you're gonna empty into our girl's throat."

No arguments here. "Yes." I barely managed, surprised any words formed. His fingers tightened their grip and Trix sucked me deep.

Smiling down at Trix, her other hand had slipped between her legs, no doubt bringing herself to climax.

'Fuck, fuck." Cam repeated with each thrust. At this point I couldn't pinpoint where the most pleasure came from. I couldn't think straight as both worked me over.

I tangled my fingers in Trix's hair as her cheeks hollowed.

Cam's groans became grunts as he set an increasing pace, digging his thumbs into my hips, rocking against me. Each lunge hit the same sweet spot, coaxing my orgasm as I clamped down on his dick to feel every beautiful ridge.

My whole body sang as Trix moaned around my dick.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Cam's pounding shifted to hard and rough, skin slapping against skin. There was no letup from either, as my balls were tighter than a fucking drum.

"Jesus, I'm— " there was no holding the flood back as my orgasm ripped through me and out of me, hitting the back of Trix's throat as she greedily sucked every drop from me and I felt Cam tense and let out a stammered cry and his dick swelled, twitched and emptied.

They totally wrung me out, but never so fucking happy as I was right here, right now.

We all breathed heavily as Trix's warm mouth retreated and Cam rested his head on my shoulder, his breaths short and sharp.

"Why didn't you tell me fucking you sober would be so much better?" He was out of breath.

I choked back a laugh, looking down to see big blue eyes staring up at me as I ran my finger across her lips. "Thank you." I silently mouthed as she nodded once and kissed the top of my sensitive dick.

My mind was made up, determined.  I would tell them both how I felt and what they meant to me and hope they felt the same.