No wonder Charlie loves this—it’s so fucking addictive.
The guys get sloppy as B straddles Seb, holding his stubbled cheeks as they lose themselves in the kiss. Finally, B pulls back, and I love that they look so surprised, like they didn’t expect to bethatinto it.
B attacks Seb’s neck, kissing and sucking and biting, worshiping and marking his way down Seb’s body while he squirms and whimpers. When he reaches Seb’s cock, B buries his nose in it, inhaling his scent. Seb’s hips thrust forward involuntarily, and B smiles when it bumps into his swollen lips.
Seb is already lust-drunk as he watches B with a hooded gaze. He grabs B’s hair, running his hands through it before tightening his grip. He tugs so that B has to look up at him. “Put my cock in your mouth, Stitch,” he says darkly. “Before I come all over your face from teasing alone.”
B doesn’t hesitate. He opens his mouth and takes Seb’s entire length down his throat, gagging when his nose grazes Seb’s pelvis. Sebastian loses his mind, his head falling backward with a loud “Fuck.”
The sight alone is so erotic that an orgasm already tickles my senses. I have to stop circling my clit and breathe.
Seb keeps his fingers tangled in B’s hair and starts fucking his face. B gags again, and tears pour from his eyes, but Seb doesn’t stop. With the next thrust, B pulls away with a loud pop, and Seb growls in frustration, but loosens his hold on B’s hair.
“What’re you doing?” He pants as B licks the underside of his cock.
B smiles wickedly, his lips and chin sloppy with saliva and precum. “You’ll see.” Then he nudges Seb’s thighs open wider and licks down his taint and around the tight ring of his asshole.
“Holy shit,” Seb whines, and he bends his knees to give B better access. B thrusts his tongue into Seb’s ass, making filthy slurping noises. Then B grips Seb’s dick firmly and gives a hard pump. Seb’s abs tighten and constrict, and he orgasms with a strangled cry, strings of cum making a sticky mess all over Seb’s stomach.
Seb falls back, his head hitting the pillow dramatically, and B glances at me with a smirk before he licks the cum from Seb’s abs, and it’s the dirtiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in real life.
“Fucking hell, Michaels.” Seb’s hand lands on B’s head, combing his fingers through the sweaty strands.
“I want a taste,” I say to B, and we lean forward at the same time, our lips brushing. I lick the cum from his mouth and kiss him, the salty flavor exploding on my tongue. I pull back with a groan. “So good.”
Seb throws an arm over his face with a grumble. “You two are going to kill me. I’m horny all the time now, and I don’t know how to deal.”
“Embrace it, baby,” Brantley says, tweaking one of my exceptionally hard nipples. I giggle. “Fi and I are a force to be reckoned with.”
“That’s an understatement.” Seb peeks around his arm and nods his head at B. “So are you going to fuck her or what?”
Brantley’s eyes connect with mine, and electricity flares between us. He climbs off Seb and crawls over to where I’m sitting with my legs spread, a noticeable wet spot below my ass on the bedspread.
He reaches for my thighs, his fingers tracing lightly over the dimples and silver stretch marks before he crowds close to meso that we’re sitting chest to chest. His hand glides between my legs and slides between my folds, and I moan quietly.
“Already so wet, baby girl? You like it when the boys play?”
I bite my lip and nod, my hair tickling my back and shoulders. “Fuck me, B. Please.” I spread my legs wider for him.
“Mmm.” He rubs his cock against my clit with delicious friction. “I like it when you beg.”
B pushes me gently onto my back and sucks a nipple into his mouth, biting down hard. I yelp and moan, the pain mixing with pleasure. He teases my entrance with the head of his cock, sliding the tip in and then pulling back out a few times, until I’m shaking with frustration.
“I swear to God, B, if you don’t stop teasing and start fucking me, I’m going to explode.”
Brantley chuckles, but this time, he slides in all the way, his length filling me to the brim. Then he pulls out and slams back in, his hips meeting my pelvis, and it feels like he’s lighting up every nerve ending in my body.
I match his pace, the pleasure quick and hot as it builds. “B, I’m going to come,” I sob as he slams into me again, his movements animalistic.
His eyes water when they meet mine, tears trickling down his cheeks. Even in college when we fucked, it never felt this raw—like he’s laying bare every emotion between us. I lose control, my body taking over as the orgasm ravages me.
With a roar, B comes with me, and his hot semen fills me as his fingers dig into skin. He collapses on top of me, holding his weight on his forearms and pressing his sweat-slicked forehead to mine. Our harsh breaths mingle together.
“That was the hottest missionary sex ever,” Seb snarks, and B gives him a tired glare. “No, I’m serious,” he says. “You two are intense. It hurts to look at you together sometimes.”
I smile at him and nudge B off me. We both crawl to Seb, snuggling into his sides. He stiffens as if the move wereunexpected. But it’s not. B and I may have history, but Seb holds us together.
B grabs a blanket from the foot of the bed to toss over us. A pit opens in my stomach as I tangle my legs with theirs. I wanted to forget everything just for a little while so that I could make a clean break from B and Seb for their own safety, but now I worry that I’m the one who won’t survive the fallout.
