Page 51 of Amber: Deja Brew

“Have you thought about it?” he presses.

“Yes, but it’s wrong!”

“Who says it’s wrong?” Chase smirks. “If you want to shift into me and jerk off, you have my full permission.”

“I do?”

“Of course you do.” Chase nods. “I don’t think I want to watch. That’s weird. Although, I kind of want to see what I look like when I jerk off. Hey, don’t look at me like that, guys. Like you’ve never wondered what you look like when you come.”

“I’ve always wondered what my come-face is,” Wes says.

“Me too,” Julian agrees. “Shit. At this rate, we’ll never have sex, and I want to fuck you so bad, Amber. I want to bend you over the couch and take you from behind!” He looks aghast that he just spoke aloud, but...

“Now all I can think about is you bending me over that couch and slamming your cock into me,” I tell him, then quickly add, “Obviously, I want that with you, too, Wes. And with you, Chase. I’m not picking favorites.”

“Of course you’re not,” Chase agrees.

“I don’t care who you fuck first, as long as I get my turn,” Wes adds.

“Then what are we waiting for?” I demand, pulling my tank top over my head.