I’m not very good with words, but I also want both of you
Mateo: Let’s meet at 7p?
Avery: Come to my place, easy walk. And my bed is comfy
Mateo: Already inviting us to your bed, I see
Avery: Sure am
Fuck me.
The two of you are trouble. I’ll see you tomorrow
Mateo, I wouldn’t mind if you brought the kink equipment you mentioned
Just in case . . .
Mateo: Was already planning on it. Just in case
Avery: I have some lingerie I haven’t worn before, so I’ll dust them off.
Avery: Just in case
“Jesus Christ,” I whispered. “Fuck me.”
How in the hell was I going to make it to tomorrow? It felt too long from now.
I’m trying to focus, but don’t think I’ll be able to until tomorrow
Mateo: Same. I’m home for another hour so I’m going to go pick out some stuff for my kink bag . . . and think about Avery’s lingerie
I was so tempted to ask him if he wanted company. With a groan, I pushed back from the table, my cock fully hard in my briefs. I stood up and headed straight for the bathroom, stropping and flipping on the shower.
I stepped under the hot water and planted my hand against the tiled wall, huffing as I closed my hand around myself. Goddamn, I was hard.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “Avery.”
Her lips felt so damn sweet on my lips. The thought of her wrapped in black lace, or even a corset, was already pushing me to the edge.
I wanted to share her with Mateo. After Sunday night together, I knew it would be fucking good. Especially him Domming us. Telling us what to do, how to be good for him.
I stroked my cock faster, whimpering as I imagined thrusting into Avery while Mateo thrusted into me.
Knock, knock, knock.
I paused, releasing my cock to listen.
Surely someone wasn’t knocking at my fucking door.
The sound came again. More insistent. More annoying this time. Jesus Christ, I was clearly busy. Right? Couldn’t they see that?
I ignored the knocking and grabbed hold of my cock again, pushing myself closer to the edge.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Fuck me,” I growled.
I turned off the shower and yanked open the curtain. I was gonna lose it. Whoever the fuck was at my front door was about to get an earful. In fact, I’d probably be the talk of the town,because I wasn’t going to do anything to hide the fact that I was in the shower.
