"Just us, I think."

“Just us, I think. Don’t you?” I say as I turn and kiss her hard on the lips, slipping my tongue into her mouth.

Hallie moans into my mouth and presses her wet body against mine. I run my hands down her smooth back and grab two handfuls of that firm teenage ass, pulling her against my throbbing cock. She gasps and grinds her hips against me.

Behind us, I can hear Meg's breathing getting ragged and desperate. Jenny clearly knows what she's doing.

Hallie breaks the kiss and drops to her knees in front of me, looking up with those big eyes. She takes me into her mouth slowly, deliberately, keeping her gaze locked on mine the whole time. I groan, and my hand finds her wet hair.

"Oh God," Meg cries out behind me, and I glance back to see her arching off the floor, her fingers tangled in Jenny's hair, holding her in place. Jenny's tongue works with an almost mechanical precision, and Meg's thighs are trembling on either side of her head.

Hallie pulls off me with a soft pop and stands up, pressing her lips to my ear. "Lay down," she breathes.

I do. The carpet is soft, and the room smells like chlorine and sex and something sweet I can't name. Hallie straddles me and reaches down to position me at her entrance. She is impossibly warm and wet, and she sinks down onto me with a slow, torturous patience that makes me grip her hips hard enough to leave marks.

"Mr. Dan," she sighs, eyes half closed.

Beside us, Meg has pulled Jenny up and is kissing her deeply, tasting herself on the younger woman's lips. Jenny rolls on top of her, and they move together with a lazy, exploratory rhythm, hands mapping each other's bodies with unhurried curiosity.

Hallie begins to move, and I stop thinking about anything else entirely.

She rolls her hips in a slow circle, bracing her hands on my chest, her full breasts swaying with the motion. I reach up and fill my hands with them, thumbing her stiff nipples until she bites her lower lip and her rhythm stutters.

"Don't stop doing that," she manages.

I have no intention of stopping.

Meg lets out a sharp cry, and I turn my head to see Jenny has slipped two fingers inside her while kissing down the column of her throat. Meg's back is arched like a drawn bow. She looks over at me, our eyes meeting across the few feet of floor between us, and something passes between us, something complicated and electric and entirely new. She holds my gaze while Jenny works her toward the edge, and her expression isn't guilty anymore. It's hungry.

Hallie picks up her pace, and I drag my attention back to her. She is leaning forward now, her hair falling around our faces, her breath coming in short bursts against my cheek. I wrap an arm around her lower back and drive up into her, and she gasps and buries her face in my neck.

"I'm close," she whispers. "I'm …”