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slowly withdrew his fingers, her inner muscles clenching and spasming in such a way he thought she might come again. Jakob gripped Walt’s wrist and pulled it up until Jacob could suck his wet fingers into his mouth.

Annalise watched them for a few moments before she whispered. “Take Walt, Jakob. Make him feel as good as I do right now.”

Jakob tugged Walt’s wrist away, though he increased the suction on his fingers, his tongue tickling his fingertips. The powerful pull made Walt wish it was his cock in his lover’s mouth instead. Jakob would give one hell of a blow job.

Releasing Walt’s fingers, Jakob ran his hand along his spine and back to his ass.

More of the cold lube hit Walt’s ass and he hissed slightly until Jakob drew his fingers through it, pressing those same two fingers deep on the first pass. “You’re so tight, Walt. I can’t wait to drive my dick inside you. All the way to the hilt. This ass is mine. All mine.”

“Fuck,” Walt said through gritted teeth as Jakob thrust over and over into his ass, stretching him in a way he hadn’t experienced in years. The pinching pain of it was overridden by how fucking good it felt.

When Jakob added a third finger, Walt’s own clenched the sheets by Annalise’s hips in a white-knuckled grip. Annalise ran her hand over the side of his face to his jaw, using fingers under his chin to tilt his head up, forcing him to meet her gaze.

“Beautiful,” she murmured as she studied what he could only imagine must look like pain in his expression, though God knew nothing had ever hurt so fucking good before.

Or so he thought.

Until Jakob reached around his waist with his free hand to grip Walt’s dick.

Walt jerked and cursed, swearing he wasn’t going to make it much longer. Jakob ignored him, firmly stroking his cock as he continued to ream Walt’s ass with three thick fingers.

“Jesus, Jakob. Fuck, man.” Walt’s forehead was once more pressed against Annalise’s lower belly, her hand cupping the back of his head, his mouth near her sex, each inhale smelling her arousal, his mouth watering for a taste.

“While you’re down there,” she teased, prompting Jakob to laugh.

Jakob pulled his fingers out slowly. “Give our girl her second orgasm while I put a condom on.”

Walt’s head was swimming and it was taking every ounce of strength he had not to come, even with no one touching him anymore. “Goddammit. You’re both trying to kill me.”

Regardless of his impending death, he stroked Annalise’s clit with his thumb, increasing the pressure and the speed until she was in the same state he was. She slid lower on the bed, no longer sitting, but instead reclined, propped up against the pillows, with her feet flat on the mattress. Her hips lifted and tilted, an unspoken plea for more.

He knew what she wanted, but after spending the last few minutes on the receiving end of Jakob’s sensual torture, he wanted to make sure she really understood what he was going through.

He kept the pressure on her clit, and then used the other hand to tease the rest of her. He drew circles around her opening, loving the fact that she was still so wet and ready for them. Using some of her body’s natural juices, he wet his fingertips, then slid them lower, teasing her anus.

“Walt,” she said, his name air, not sound. There was no mistaking the naked desire behind it.

Walt had been following Jakob’s progress, not through sight, but through sound. He’d heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper as well as the snap of the cap on the lubrication opening and closing. He knew their lover was sheathed and ready to move to the next part.

Jakob left his place behind Walt, shifting to the side. “What did you do?”

“I think someone else is going to enjoy your cock in their ass as well.”

“Fuck,” Jakob breathed. “Touch her there again. Let me see.”

Walt lifted up enough that Jakob had the perfect view as he gathered up more of her juices, then returned to her ass. This time, he didn’t just tease the opening. Instead, he pushed inside until he was one knuckle deep.

Annalise’s hips rose, inviting more.

Jakob watched for a few seconds before rising. Rather than kneel, he stood at the end of the bed, gripping Walt’s hips to draw him down to the edge of the mattress. Walt followed suit, dragging Annalise downward as well.

“Fuck her ass with that finger while I fuck you. I want all of us to come together. Better grab that lube, Walt. Get her nice and slick. None of us is getting soft and sweet tonight.”

“Halleluja. Beeile dich,” Annalise murmured in German.

Walt wasn’t exactly sure what the last part meant, but he could sure as hell infer from the urgency in her tone. Annalise’s patience had reached its end.

He reached for the tube, lathered up his finger, and then slid inside her ass again, just as he felt the head of Jakob’s cock pressing against his anus.

“Sweet Jesus.” Walt forced himself to focus on Annalise, on bringing her to the same precipice he was already dangling from. This was not going to take fucking long. He’d let too many years pass between lovers.

Unlike Jakob, Walt attempted to go slow, pressing inside her ass with one slippery finger, trying to read her body’s clues about what was good and what might hurt.

Jakob wasn’t reading a fucking thing. He gripped Walt’s hips, pulled him back, and entered him in one full, deep thrust that would have hurt if he hadn’t taken the time to prepare Walt’s body for it.

“Verdammter Hurensohn,” Jakob bit out, just before withdrawing and slamming back in.

After that, the race was on. Walt lowered his upper body, the position allowing Jakob to take him deeper, while allowing him to suck Annalise’s clit into his mouth as he finger-fucked her ass.

None of them spoke a single discernable word after that—not in German or