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revelled in DeVille’s gasping breaths as his thrusts gradually turned short and ragged. She squeezed her passage tightly on him, on his next push; it felt even better, and DeVille’s back arched, his fingers tightening on her hips. She did it again from then on, keeping up the torture until, with a soundless exhalation, he spilled his pleasure inside her. At the end, as he began to soften, he wedged two fingers into her and stroked up and forwards, just enough hardness and pressure to wring another crest from her, this one deeper, seeming to flood her from the inside out.
    After that, she drifted, barely aware of Harcourt shifting her more fully into DeVille’s embrace, then sliding down behind her and throwing his arm over them both. His cock was soft; she hadn’t seen him come, but perhaps he had, while she was occupied by her own pleasure. That was good; it meant there was no rush to satisfy him. She dozed a little then, and she thought DeVille did, too, for when she opened her eyes Harcourt had propped himself on his elbow and was stroking his friend’s brown curls. As if he’d felt her eyes, his hand abruptly stilled.
    “I was just remembering something,” he said, withdrawing his hand and pretending interest in the door of the barn. He shook DeVille’s shoulder. “Wake up, lazybones!”
    “But she tuckered me out!”
    Austin grinned. “I want to tucker him, too.” She eased her backside against Harcourt and found him ready for her. He growled and grasped her hip, holding her there for a stroke or two. She said tentatively, not sure if he would allow it, “I’d like a taste of you.”
    Harcourt’s breath whooshed out against her neck.
    “Lady’s choice!” DeVille said, gleefully. “You can’t say it’s wicked if she offers.” Austin was relieved he didn’t seem to mind he hadn’t received the same; she hadn’t even thought of asking until that moment. Maybe after this round, they could—DeVille leaned down and kissed her, smiling against her mouth. “You are one fine woman,” he said. He drew his finger down the length of her nose. She couldn’t help but smile at him.
    Austin turned in Harcourt’s arms and said, “Just a little taste?”
    His lips parted, but he didn’t speak, only nodded. He laid his hand on the back of her head as she crouched and licked the length of his erection. His legs trembled, and his hand fisted in her hair. It was something amazing, to have power over a man like that. Holding his cock steady with one hand, she lapped his balls, then dragged her tongue up his length again and pushed back his foreskin. She traced his rim before pressing tiny kisses on to the head. The slit leaked clear fluid, and she drew it between her lips. He tasted salty. She pressed her lips around the head and sucked. A noise like a howl burst from him, and she jerked back, startled.
    “Enough,” he gasped. “Virgil, quit laughing!” Harcourt yanked her towards him and kissed her feverishly.
    He seemed to want her on top of him. Austin was happy to oblige, stretching out on his muscled length, pressing her bosom to his strong chest and matching up her quim against his rigid cock. She rubbed against him and moaned into his mouth, hungry as if she hadn’t already come twice that night. Harcourt kneaded her backside and DeVille stroked the rest of her, from one end to the other. Harcourt’s cock was insistent, though, and she began to feel hollow, so she sat astride him, lifted up enough to get a grip on his cock, and slid down. Harcourt reached up and played with her nipples, panting but not thrusting into her. “Lady’s choice,” he said. DeVille settled on his heels next to them, apparently content to watch for now.
    Austin laid one hand on Harcourt’s belly, letting her fingers stray down into his curls, and then touching where they were joined. “I want a good, hard ride.”
    He grinned, a flash of teeth she would’ve missed if she’d blinked. “That’d be a mercy just now,