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“Take it out, Cash.”
The way he’s bossing me around does something to my nuts—they draw up to my body and I feel like I’m gonna come.
When I don’t move fast enough, he leans forward, his trembling hands tugging at my swim trunks. I sit up a little taller, helping him pull out my dick, and then it’s just Ford and me, our hard cocks out. Ben wets his lips, his already red cheeks darkening, his pupils dilating. I can almost see the throb of desire move through him.
“Let me just do this. Just this once,” he moans and then he falls on my cock, sucking me down. I arch up, my hands shifting through his hair like I’ve done so many times.
I know I should stop him, should pull him off, but I just push him farther down on my cock, making him choke and sputter, moan and writhe. I can see Ford jacking himself slowly as he watches us, his breathing still labored, his cock leaking.
“Fuck, this is hot,” he groans and then Ben wrenches his mouth off of me and takes Ford back into his mouth. My hand grips my cock, my brain in such a state of lust that I can’t see straight as I watch him suck andsuck. The sloppy, squelching noise of his wet mouth is making the tip of me leak. Ford is groaning loudly, filthy words pouring from his mouth. Then Ben’s back on me, making my eyes cross, making me moan. I grab on to Ford’s cock, jerking it in my hand as I thrust my hips forward, right down Ben’s throat.
What the fuck am I doing? Why the fuck am I doing this? Just as those thoughts form, Ford turns my face and presses his dick into my mouth, forcing a gasp from me as Ben groans.
The sounds we’re making, they’re obscene. I’ve lost my motherfucking mind doing this.
And yet, my dick doesn’t seem to mind. The way Ben is sucking me, the pleased humming he’s making—like this is his dream come true, like this is what he was made for—has me shooting down his throat with a grunt. Ford follows me over a moment later, his cock twitching, his fingers grasping my hair as he cries out, his load exploding into my mouth without warning.
Fuck.
I swallow and sputter, choking on the obscene amount of cum that’s unloaded into my throat. But Ford doesn’t let up on my hair as he rides his orgasm to completion.
And then we just sit there, Ben’s cheek on my thigh, my forehead on Ford’s hip. It’s silent except for our breathing.
“Well, shit,” Ford manages to mutter and just like that, the spell is broken.
CHAPTEREIGHT
BEN
I don’t know what I just did, but I did it. And I didn’t even have the decency to come. My cock is still hard, pressing painfully against my zipper. My entire body is shaking as I sit up and take in a wide-eyed Ford and a frowning Cash.
“I—” I begin, the lust-driven spell broken. I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea to join in on Cash and Ford’s fun, but I saw them there—Cash on his knees, Ford with his hand in Cash’s hair—and my first instinct was to crumble. They didn’t want me. They’d chosen each other over me. Of course they did. They’re best friends.
But then the sight of it—the way their cocks strained out from their bodies, the look of themtogether—had me moving toward them. I was powerless to stop myself.
Oh god. I joined in, and it was the hottest moment of my life. I will never forget this. All of my fantasies came true in those few minutes.
But now it’s over, and they’re in shock.
Ford’s dick is wet and hanging down on his leg, and Cash’s sits spent on his swim trunks that are haphazardly pulled down his thighs. My eyes swivel to his face, and I see that he still has cum on his lips. I want to lean forward, stick out my tongue and lick them clean. But I don’t. I can’t. Oh my god. What have I done?
I curl my hands on my thighs and breathe deeply.
The two of them continue to stare, confusion filling the space between us. I need to leave. I need to get out of here. I can’t stay or I’m going to have to start answering questions I don’t want to answer.
“Where the fuck are you going?” Cash asks gruffly when I stand to leave.
His eyes pivot to my crotch where my cock pulses in desperation, and I let out a shaky breath.
“I’m leaving.”
“Like hell you are,” Cash says.
“Hey, be nice,” Ford reprimands, but Cash ignores him, standing up and stuffing his cock away. He glances over at Ford who is still standing there, his swim trunks around his thighs.
“Put that shit away, Ford.”
Ford just blinks at him dumbly, so Cash reaches over and pulls Ford’s shorts up his thighs, tucking his cock away in the process. The way they touch holds so much familiarity. As if they’ve been doing this for ages. For a second, I wonder if they’ve sucked each other’s dicks before, but then shake it away.
