“It has to be him. I can’t explain it right now.”
I nod and lie back, watching in fascination as B pulls down the covers down and reaches for Seb’s growing cock with a shaky hand.
Seb lets out a gasp at the contact, and B freezes. “Should I…”
“Keep going,” Seb says through gritted teeth, and B nods, rubbing Seb through the tight fabric of his boxers.
The sight is insanely arousing.
After a few good pumps, B pulls Seb’s underwear over his ass and down his thighs, letting them pool around Seb’s knees. Then he cups his balls with one hand and spits into the other before placing it over Seb’s dick and giving a long tug.
Seb groans, looking like he’s in pain. B glances at me nervously, and I give him an encouraging nod because I trust that Seb would ask him to stop.
After a few smooth strokes, the tension seems to leave Seb’s body, and his erection grows thicker and harder, and he starts to thrust into Brantley’s fist.
My entire pussy tingles. “Shit.” I place my fingers on my clit and give it a firm rub. A moan crawls up my throat, and the guys turn to look at me. Sweat drips down B’s temples, and Seb’s hooded eyes watch my hand. When he smiles, I take it as consent to continue, rubbing myself in tight circles as Sebastian falls apart under Brantley’s ministrations.
“I’m getting close,” Seb says.
“Not yet, baby,” B purrs, slowing his hand, and fuck if I don’t almost come.
Seb throws his head back into the pillow. “I’m not sure I can take edging right now, Michaels.”
I smile at Seb’s warning tone.
“You said I should make you forget and that’s exactly what I plan to do.” B stops his stroking and runs his hands along the insides of Seb’s thighs, making him shiver. “Spread for me,” B whispers huskily.
Seb tenses, the ridges of his abs tightening, but he tentatively opens his legs.
B sucks one of his pointer fingers into his mouth while Seb watches him warily. Then, Brantley leans forward and slides the wet digit slowly between Seb’s ass cheeks. Seb squeezes his eyesshut again and releases a shaky sigh. He spreads his legs wider, and B thrusts his finger past Seb’s rim, pushing up to the knuckle. He resumes stroking Seb’s thick cock with the other hand.
B makes a movement with his finger, and Seb’s back arches off the bed. He makes what can only be described as a keening noise, his body writhing.
I can’t take it. Pleasure explodes between my legs and lights up every nerve in my body. I moan, rubbing my clit rapidly. Sebastian moans at the same time, and my eyes fly open, connecting with his electric blues before they roll back in his head and string after string of cum splashes onto his chest and abs.
We both collapse, our breaths loud and harsh in the ensuing silence. B settles between us, grumbling about blue balls, and I chuckle.
Sebastian pulls his boxers back up and folds an arm behind his head. He doesn’t seem panicked like I might expect. Instead he seems relaxed as he stares at the ceiling. We lie still, listening to the wind outside, the odd crow call, and our own heartbeats. It’s a peaceful soundtrack.
“How much do you guys know about Matt Johnson?” Sebastian asks suddenly.
I shift to one elbow so I can look at him. “He’s Charlie’s creepy ex, and he did horrible stuff to her mother,” I say. “Charlie told me most of the gory details.”
B glances at Seb. “He was my teammate in college and pretty much a sociopath on the ice. And obviously, we know he was arrested after the incident between you guys at the theater when Link got shot.”
I feel more than see Seb nod.
“He was my best friend for most of my childhood. We were inseparable.” He swallows. “I always felt like something was off about him, but I thought it was because of his dad’s abuse, and itmade me want to help him. His dad was a toxic asshole, and he hit Matt a lot. Matt tried to hide it from me and Charlie, of course, but sometimes the bruises were obvious. He got super defensive if we brought it up.”
“Why are you telling us this?” B asks.
“The night that I caught him with my stepmom—Charlie’s mom—something happened.”
“Does this have to do with your nightmares?” B asks.
I look over at Seb. “This has happened before?”
“I’ve actually had fewer since I’ve been here,” Seb says quietly. “They normally happen when I sleep alone.” Even with B nestled between us, I feel Seb’s shiver. “I’m used to them now, I guess. Though sometimes they’re more vivid than others.”
