The man standing threw his head back, his ass clenching, and tugged the kneeler’s mouth around his dick over and over to a chorus of wet slurps.
Layla asked.
I started, all at once recalling why we were there in the first place.
Brady said.
Griffin said, his eyes glued right where the rest of ours were.
Standing-Magnum’s moans shifted, becoming guttural and deep.
Brady said.
Layla stopped abruptly, her eyes bulging as wide as mine suddenly were, and mine felt so big they might pop out of my eye sockets and roll away.
A third Magnum sauntered through the other entrance to the room—on the opposite side from us, thank fuck. He was just as naked as the others, just as openly aroused. He shook a bottle of lube before squirting some onto his cupped palm.
“Don’t you dare come without me,” he scolded. “We’re coming together.”
Standing-Magnum groaned—in frustration this time. “But I’m so close,” he whined.
Lube-Magnum stalked toward him. He tossed the bottle onto one of the many open, padded surfaces, rubbed the lube along his erection, then smacked a hand to either of Standing-Magnum’s hips. He lined himself up behind him while Sucking-Magnum kept right on sucking.
was all Layla managed to sputter.
I was incapable of even that level of coherence.
Hunt said.
Luber began kissing Stander’s neck.
Hunt added,
Griffin said.
Stander leaned his head on Lube’s shoulder, pulling one hand free of Sucker’s hair to tangle it into the other man’s.
Or were they the same man?
Fuuuuuuck.This was so messed up!
I had to remain mindful to keep myself from exclaiming aloud or from breathing too loudly.
When none of my friends answered, I did.
Sucker came up for breath, peered up at the scene between the other two men, and rose, pulling Stander into a deep, hot kiss.
I said.
Layla asked.
I said.
