Marcus
Much appreciated, good sir. I look forward to sleeping in.
Me
Thanks for the head’s up, Cap.
Cap
Figured I’d let you know in advance, since you were both out partying this weekend with your respective Laurens. That’s still weird, BTW, that you’re both with chicks named Lauren…
Lauren and I both smirk at each other, reading over the texts.
Me
Yeah, small world.
Marcus
What are the odds, indeed… *thoughtful face emoji*
I can hear Marcus snickering from his tent, next to ours. Lauren giggles in response.
“You’re not going to tell Gannett that there’s onlyoneLauren?” she whispers to me.
I shake my head. “It’s kind of funny letting Gannett scratch his head over it. He’s fun to mess with.”
Would blow his ever-loving mind even further if he found out that things seem to be moving in the direction of there beingmorebetween me Marcus and me as well. But there lies the ultimate question: would Marcus ever be okay with us being out to the public together as a part of a throuple? And, if not, will I be okay with that—living in secrecy?
Chapter Seventeen
Honestly? This going to bed with blue balls thing is for the fuckin’ birds. I don’t know if Caleb and Lauren thought what they were doing over there in his tent was quiet, but I can certainly assure you… it was not, in fact, mutedat all. Pitfalls of raising deaf or hard of hearing children, I guess—you get used to not having to stifle yourself.
Now, am I a little jealous over here, knowing full well just how proficient Caleb is with his tongue? Ab-so-fuckin’-lutely! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy that Laurenobviouslyknows now too, but gaddamn… that man over there is the King of the Rim. Like, he knows how to work a tongue—and fingers! No, we mustn't forget the fingers!—in sweet, sweet titillating tandem.
Shit, now I’m hard again. Difficult to miss it when my stretched out dick is quite literally causing the fabric of my nightshirt to levitate off my groin. It’s far too muggy out, even in the dead of night, to be wearing any underwear. I gotta do something about this situationbecause hearing them over there sucking face isn’t helping matters any.
I sigh as I reach under the hem of my shirt and wrap my spit-slicked palm around my shaft. Bloody hell, is it normal to be this turned on by the sounds of my former sex partner, now full-blown partner, putting the moves on my wife? Lauren is whimpering and tittering over there, clearly loving whatever he’s doing to her now…
Needing more than just my lazy stroking, my other hand coasts up my body until I reach my nipple. Picturing his lips—that hot as fuck cupid’s bow of his—sucking on my pebbled flesh, I roll it between my finger and thumb. Pinching it just a touch, I recall the way Caleb used to nip at it and flick it with his tongue.
As my stroking hand curls over the top of my throbbing cockhead, I smear the pre-cum that leaked out over my length. God, don’t I wish that was Lauren’s equally-masterful tongue at work down there instead of my hand. I buck up into my fist, imagining what it would be like to have one mouth on my nipple, the other swallowing my cock. I sink into the feeling, emitting a groan that I didn’t mean to be so loud…
My phone suddenly chimes. I peer over and see the screen light up from the mesh pocket on the wall near my head.
Caleb
Hmm. It’s almost as if these polyester walls aren’t soundproofed at all.
Whatcha doin’ over there, big guy?
I freeze, reading the texts. Lauren giggles. I drop my dick and reach for my phone so I can respond.
Me
Creepers…
It’s not like I couldn’t hear you both over there as well.
