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“Fuck, Thorne, just like that”' she gasps, breaking away long enough to nip at his earlobe before sealing her mouth over his again, swallowing his growing groans. She glances down at me, her eyes dark with encouragement. “Go on, Cowboy. Show him what that pretty mouth can do,” she smirks, tugging on Thorne’s bottom lip with her teeth.

I can't tear my eyes away from them, the way Thorne's arm flexes with each pump into her, his bicep straining as he curls his digits inside, hitting that spot that makes Echo's whole body shudder. Her moans escalate, muffled against his throat—high-pitched whimpers that mix with the wet slide of his hand.

Possessiveness burns through me, hot and demanding, laced with the angst of knowing this is his first time crossing that line, his body trembling not just from pleasure but from the weight of it all.

I want to claim him, erase any doubt still left in his head with my touch.

I lower my head, tongue flicking over his slit to lap up the pre-cum beading there, before taking him into my mouth, sliding down inch by inch until he hits the back of my throat.

Thorne's hips jerk upward, a strangled cry tearing from him as his free hand fists the sheets, knuckles white.

“Fuckk,”

His focus splinters—eyes glazing as pleasure crashes over him, the newness of my lips on him making his thighs quake with something deeper than lust, a raw vulnerability flashing across his face.

But Echo senses it, her hand sliding from his neck to cup his jaw, turning his head firmly back to her. She kisses him deeper, tongue thrusting in sync with his fingers in her cunt, her body undulating against his side.

“Stay right here with me, and with him,” she murmurs, voice husky and praising as she grinds down on his hand. “God, your fingers feel so good. Now push into Wolfe, baby. Let him have you.”

Her words pull a guttural groan from him, louder this time, echoing off the walls as his thrusts into her falter for a second, overwhelmed by the suction of my lips around his cock, the intimacy of it all hitting him like a storm.

I hollow my cheeks, bobbing steadily, my hand cupping his balls and rolling them gently to heighten the build, my own cock aching with need.

Echo breaks the kiss to throw her head back, a sharp cry escaping as Thorne adds a third finger, stretching her wider, the slick sounds growing louder, more frantic.

“Yes, fuck—deeper, Thorne, I’m so close,” she demands, her voice breaking into a moan that vibrates through both of them. She yanks his face back again, lips crashing into his with bruising force, as her other hand reaches down to stroke my hair, urging me on.

Thorne's getting noisier, his moans turning into raw shouts that he tries to muffle against her neck, but she won't have it, and neither will I. No I want that shit. I want to hear the fucking angst in his voice, that hungry edge of discovery, fuels the fire in me.

“Let it out,” she encourages, nipping his collarbone before licking a path back to his mouth. “Scream for him. For me.”

His body tenses, thighs trembling against my shoulders, his cock pulsing wildly in my mouth as I take him deeper, and my throat relaxes around him. I growl around his length, the vibration making him buck harder, as his cries peak and Echo's praises wash over him, pushing him to embrace the pull between us.

She's close too, I can tell from the way her body coils tight beside him, muscles quivering, her moans turning into breathless pleas.

“Don't stop—oh shit, Thorne,” she gasps, her hand now over his wrist, urging him faster, deeper. Every time his rhythm stutters, lost in the pull of my mouth and the shock of his first male touch, she grounds him.

The air is thick with the scent of sex as I ramp up my pace, sucking harder, one hand pinning his hip to the bed while the other teases lower, a finger circling his entrance to push him further into this uncharted territory.

“Fuck you taste so good,” I groan, pulling off just enough to speak, my breath ghosting over his soaked shaft before diving back in. “Fuck my face while you make her scream—then, I want you to fuck me.”

He does, his voice shatters into a roar as his free hand moves to my hair, threading through the blonde waves before shoving my face down hard on his cock. His fingers thrust up into Echo, pushing her over the ledge causing her own climax to crash through her.

“Oh fuck, yes. I’m cumming.” she whimpers against his lips. Her pussy clenching around his plunging fingers, juices soaking his hand and the sheets beneath her as she trembles.

Echo slumps against Thorne, her breaths ragged, but her eyes gleam with that knowing spark as she kisses him softly, then turns to me.

Thorne doesn't wait, he surges up, the hunger in him ignited beyond hesitation, flipping me onto my back with a strength that surprises even me, before his body is pinning mine down with angsty need.

He looks at me, really fucking looks, and in his eyes are filled with raw, unfiltered need.

“Fuck” he growls, voice rough with emotion, “I've never... but I need this. I fucking need you.” He grabs our cocks together in his large hand, stroking us both in firm, urgent pulls, our shafts sliding against each other, slick with spit and pre-cum. The friction is fucking electric.

His grip is tight, thumb swiping over both our tips, making me groan low in my throat as his face hovers inches from mine, and our breaths mingle in hungry pants.

Echo watches from the side, her hand trailing over his back, encouraging with a whisper. “That's it, jerk him off with you. Feel how hard he is for you. How hard you make each other,”

His strokes quicken, our cocks throbbing in unison, the heat building with every slide, every grunt that escapes us.