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Two hot streams of cum unload inside my pussy at once, and it’s incredible. The hot creamy icing on the cake of victory.

I’m grinning my head off as they unlock me from the sandwich. I wince as I sit down in the aftermath, trailing my fingers across my pussy lips as their cum dribbles out of me.

“Getting the burn yet?” Bryce asks, and points to his ass in reference to his own pounding.

“Yeah, I’m feeling it. It’ll hurt like a sonofabitch later, I’m sure.”

“Worth the pain though, right?” Jack says, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and I wonder if he’s ever taken it himself. Really.

He seems like the inciter, not the taker. That’s the way he’s been with us. Constantly.

I can’t imagine Jack with his ass spread, taking a whole fist like a pretty boy whore. But I’d like to.

Maybe someday…

“That was mind blowing,” I say. “Give it a few days and I’ll be up for round two, for sure. I won’t be able to get enough.” I pause. “Ha. Ok. Maybe weeks. Or months, even. My slutty ego might be interfering with my realism.”

Bryce shifts at that. Moves away from the pair of us. He shuffles to the edge of the bed.

Weird.

Very weird.

“You alright?” I ask, and he shoots me a smile over his shoulder, but somehow but it’s not the same. His shoulders are rigid, and it’s not just from ass burn. I know him too well for that.

He rubs the back of his neck and surveys the clothes on the floor, pretending to be looking for something. His eyes stay searching for too long, avoidant. The tension in his back betrays him.

Jack notices, eyes focused, but he doesn’t probe or poke for answers, and neither do I.

He is the master of the game after all, and the sharks of my nerves are still circling.

Circling too fast to even dip my toes in the water…

“Toastie time,” the master player says. “I think we’ve all earned ourselves some cheddar.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

ALICE

“Time for Toastique Pro to get its debut,” Jack says, giving Bryce a pat on his rigid shoulder. “We’ve got plenty of auction talk to be getting on with while the cheddar sizzles.”

I can see exactly what he’s doing right now. The way he’s testing out Bryce’s posture.

Assessing. Spying. Digging with silent eyes.

Bryce fake groans.

“It’s not just for cheddar, you know? That would be a crime. I brought a decent selection back with me.”

Jack looks so smug as he folds his arms.

“Yes, I do know, actually. I subscribed to an Elite Cheese box this afternoon. Weekly delivery.” He tips his head with a cheeky smirk. “You’re welcome.”

Bryce’s face lights up.

“Really? You subscribed to Elite Cheese?!”

His mood lifts a little, over cheese. How fucking cheesy.