The light through the cabin windows was golden and soft, filtering through the trees and spilling across the floorboards in wide slats. The fire from last night had burned down to glowing embers, but the air still carried the thick scent of sweat, sex, and cedar.
Jack stirred first.
He was on his back on the large bed in the loft, naked, one strong arm draped around Charlene’s waist, the other resting near Tessa’s hip. Both women lay beside him, tangled in the sheets and each other—Charlene curled against his side, her leg slung over his thigh, and Tessa pressed close to his other flank, her fingers splayed across his chest like she was clinging to a dream.
He looked at both of them. Two very different flames.
Charlene—confident, unapologetically powerful, with faint scratch marks on her thighs and a content smirk even in sleep.
Tessa—softer, but no less radiant, her auburn hair spread over his shoulder, lips parted, a faint blush still painting her cheeks.
But it was Tessa who woke next. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she just watched Jack.
Then she surprised him.
Tessa leaned forward, kissing the center of his chest. Softly at first. Then again, a little lower. And a little lower.
Jack smiled lazily. “Morning, sweetheart.”
She looked up, her voice a whisper. “Can I try something?”
Jack arched a brow. “You can try anything you want.”
Charlene stirred beside him, her lips brushing his arm. But she didn’t speak. She just smiled against his skin, keeping her eyes closed, listening.
Tessa slowly pushed the sheets down, revealing the heavy length of Jack’s morning arousal—thick, hard, throbbing.
Charlene had told her about it. But it was different seeing it like this. All hers. Ready. Waiting.
She straddled him without hesitation, her thighs sliding over his hips, her breath trembling. Jack stayed still, watching her. Letting her take the lead. It was a rare thing—for him to surrender control. But the way Tessa looked down at him now, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide—it stirred something in him.
Something protective. Something primal.
She reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his cock. Soft, unsure at first… then firmer. She stroked him slowly, dragging her thumb over the head, smearing the pre-come with delicate fascination.
Charlene finally opened one eye, smirking. “Well well… baby bird’s learning to fly.”
Tessa shot her a glance—nervous, yes, but determined. “I want to know what he feels like. Just me. No distractions.”
Charlene raised a brow. “You want him to yourself?”
Tessa bit her lip, looking back at Jack. “For now.”
Jack met Charlene’s gaze. It was a silent question. A test. Would she give the girl space? Would she watch?
Charlene slowly sat up against the headboard, pulling the sheet across her chest like a queen in her throne. Her eyes glittered with amusement—and something darker, deeper—pleasure mixed with just a hint of possessiveness.
“Be my guest,” she said, voice smooth as aged whiskey. “Let’s see what you do with him, sweetheart.”
Tessa exhaled, nervous and turned on all at once.
She rose up on her knees and guided the thick head of Jack’s cock to her entrance—already wet, already wanting. The stretch made her gasp, and Jack groaned low in his throat, his hands finding her hips automatically.
“You sure you’re ready?” he murmured.
Tessa nodded, lowering herself inch by inch, her mouth falling open as she took him inside.
It was overwhelming. Jack filled her completely. She could feel every throb, every vein. She sat all the way down on him, her thighs trembling, her body adjusting to the fullness. She stayed still a moment, chest heaving.
Charlene watched. Intently.
Jack held her hips, his grip gentle but grounding. “That’s it, baby. Take your time.”
Tessa began to move.
Small rolls of her hips at first. Slow, unsteady. Her hands rested on his chest, using him for balance. But soon, something shifted. She started to ride him—tentative at first, then faster. Her breath came in gasps. Her moans got louder.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, her hair falling in waves as she moved faster, harder, bouncing on him with a desperation that surprised even her. The sound of their bodies—wet, urgent, rhythmic—filled the room.
Jack watched her. Admired her. She wasn’t just riding him. She was claiming him.
“Fuck, Tessa…” he grunted, his hands now gripping her ass, guiding her pace.
Charlene bit her lip as she watched her assistant lose herself, that sweet little shy thing now chasing her own climax on top of the biggest, hardest man she’d ever seen.
And then—without warning—Tessa opened her eyes and looked straight at Charlene.
“Do you like watching her ride me?” Jack asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Charlene smiled wickedly. “Like? Baby, I live for this.”
Tessa didn’t break eye contact as she leaned back, resting her palms on Jack’s thighs, riding him deep, her breasts bouncing with every stroke. The audacity of the moment burned in her blood—being seen, being wanted, being watchedby the woman who brought her here.
“I want you to watch me come,” Tessa said, her voice shaking.
Jack’s cock twitched inside her.
Charlene’s pupils flared.
“Then you better give me a good show.”
Jack thrust up suddenly, hard and deep, making Tessa cry out. He began fucking her from below, his hips lifting off the bed, his cock hitting places that made her scream. Her hands clawed at his chest. Her back arched.
And then it hit.
Her orgasm came in waves—violent, overwhelming, raw. She sobbed his name, legs shaking, body collapsing forward as he held her tight.
Charlene exhaled a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
Jack wasn’t done.
He flipped her easily, laying her on her back, legs spread wide, and pounded into her with feral need, chasing his own release. Her whimpers and gasps were still echoing when he groaned, thrust deep, and came inside her—hot, pulsing, relentless.
They lay there, tangled, slick with sweat, Tessa’s hair matted to her cheeks, Jack’s face buried in her neck.
Charlene finally rose from the headboard.
She padded to the edge of the bed and leaned down, brushing Tessa’s cheek with a finger.
“Well,” she whispered, lips curving into a smile. “Looks like someone’s graduated.”
Tessa blinked up at her, dazed but glowing. “I… I wanted you to see me.”
Charlene kissed her, slow and deep. “Oh, I did. And I can’t wait to see what you do next.”
Jack pulled both women into his arms, all breathless laughter and warm limbs.
But behind Charlene’s smile… was a flicker of something else.
She hadn’t expected to feel so much watching someone else with Jack.
And in that flicker was the seed of something new.
Possession. Curiosity. Maybe even danger.
Because if Tessa could be that bold… who else might come knocking?
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