Vivienne moaned softly beneath him.
The fire had long since died down. The room was dim, the scent of pine and sex thick in the air. Outside, the trees swayed in slow, lazy motion. Inside, Jack’s hips rocked into her with devastating control.
She lay sprawled across his bed—naked, sweat-slick, legs parted wide as Jack gripped her thighs and thrust into her over and over, measured and deep. Each stroke made her gasp. Each stretch of his thick cock made her body arch higher, seeking more.
“Jack…” she whimpered, fingers clawing at the sheets. “Harder…”
Jack leaned down, kissed her throat, and whispered, “No.”
One word.
Command.
Vivienne trembled. That was what she craved more than anything: not just Jack’s body… but his control.
“Be still,” he murmured.
And she obeyed—completely pliant under him as he rolled his hips slower, deeper, grinding against her spot until she nearly sobbed with pleasure.
That’s when it happened.
The cabin door creaked open.
Then the soft shuffle of feet.
Vivienne’s eyes flicked toward the doorway—just for a moment.
Then she smiled.
Arielle.
She stood at the threshold—barefoot in a sundress, hair wind-blown from the porch swing, her lips parted in quiet shock as her eyes took in the sight.
Jack didn’t stop. He didn’t slow.
He just turned his head.
“Come in,” he said, voice like gravel and fire. “And close the door.”
Arielle swallowed. “I—I didn’t mean to interrupt…”
Vivienne moaned beneath him, legs trembling now.
“You’re not interrupting,” she said, panting. “You’re joining.”
Jack pulled back from Vivienne slowly—his cock glistening, thick and red, twitching with desire—and sat back on his heels between her legs, his gaze fixed on Arielle.
“Well?”
Arielle’s breath hitched. Her thighs pressed together. Then she stepped forward, shy but driven.
“I want to… if you’ll let me.”
Jack gave a single nod. “Then undress. Slowly.”
The Joining
Arielle’s hands rose to her shoulders. She slipped the sundress down—inch by inch. First the straps, then the fabric, exposing her perfect, round breasts, her tight waist, the soft curve of her hips. No bra. No panties. She had come to the porch ready.
Jack’s eyes swept over her body, devouring her curves. He pointed to the edge of the bed.
“Lie beside her.”
Arielle obeyed. She climbed up, pressing her soft, warm body to Vivienne’s, their breasts brushing, thighs overlapping.
Vivienne smiled. “You look even better up close.”
Jack watched them for a moment, cock pulsing at the sight of his two women tangled together—eager, wet, and waiting.
“Touch each other,” he ordered. “Let me see what you both need.”
They kissed slowly—tongues flicking, mouths soft and open as hands roamed.
Vivienne cupped Arielle’s breasts, teased her nipples, while Arielle’s fingers slid down between Vivienne’s thighs, finding the slick heat Jack had left behind.
Vivienne moaned into her mouth. “She’s so wet already… You’re going to love how she tastes.”
Jack stroked his cock slowly, watching as Arielle moved lower—kissing down Vivienne’s body, taking her time. When she finally dipped her tongue between Vivienne’s thighs, Vivienne cried out, arching her hips toward her.
Jack let them go for a moment longer—watching Arielle tongue Vivienne in long, hungry strokes, Vivienne’s hands tangled in her hair, her moans rising like a prayer.
Then he stepped forward.
His voice dropped to a growl. “Arielle. On your knees. Now.”
Worship
Arielle obeyed instantly.
She knelt at the edge of the bed, face tilted up, mouth open, ready.
Jack stood in front of her, towering. He grabbed her hair, fisted it gently but firmly, and guided his cock into her waiting mouth.
She moaned around him, eyes watering with pleasure as he began to move—slow at first, letting her adjust, then deeper, more rhythmic.
Vivienne sat up behind her, licking Arielle’s back, whispering filth into her ear.
“That’s it, baby… take all of him… make him moan…”
Jack growled low as Arielle’s throat tightened around him, her tongue swirling, her hands stroking the base.
He pulled out, glistening with her spit.
Then looked down at her.
“On the bed. Ass up.”
Arielle scrambled into position—hands and knees, legs wide, dripping for him.
Vivienne lay beside her, kissing her shoulder, caressing her side, preparing her.
Jack mounted her with one thrust—deep, hard, burying himself inside her until she screamed.
“Jack—yes—”
He gripped her hips and took her—slow at first, then pounding, rough, owning her body until the bed shook beneath them.
Vivienne reached under, rubbing Arielle’s clit, whispering, “Come for him. Come with me.”
And Arielle did—body shuddering, voice breaking, legs trembling.
Jack didn’t stop. He switched—dragged Vivienne onto her back and mounted her again, still slick from before. He took her hard, faster this time, slapping against her thighs, her breasts bouncing as she begged for more.
Arielle licked her lips as she watched.
She crawled up to Vivienne’s chest and began sucking her nipples as Jack fucked her.
The three of them tangled.
Moaning.
Sweating.
Coming together—again and again.
After
They collapsed in a tangle of bodies—Arielle draped across Vivienne’s chest, Jack half-sitting, half-lying between them, his hand resting on each woman’s thigh.
The room was thick with sex and the sound of breathing.
Vivienne kissed Jack’s shoulder.
Arielle nuzzled his neck.
Neither woman spoke.
Because they didn’t have to.
This wasn’t about love. Or jealousy. Or confusion.
This was about belonging.
They belonged to Jack Johnson.
And they wouldn’t have it any other way.
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