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“Finn?”
Copying his move from a moment ago, I wrap a hand around the base of my cock, squeezing hard. The back of my hand brushes the fat head of his dick. Natalie’s watching every move, her mouth open, her lips parted, her hands on her breasts, tweaking her nipples. I almost come anyway, despite my grip.
I squeeze my eyes shut. “Time out.”
Nic laughs, his worry evaporating. “And here I thought you were pulling out.”
Eyes still closed, I wince. “No sex talk. Just… give me a minute.”
I hear rustling as the bed shifts next to me. I keep my eyes shut, turning my focus on breathing and baseball. After a moment, the storm subsides enough that I can let go of my dick and open my eyes again.
“Are you freaking out?” he asks. There’s no judgment in the question. If I had to pick a word, I’d say his tone is polite.
I want a number of things from Nic Pendergrass, but politeness is not one of them.
I blink a couple of times. Nic is sitting next to Natalie on the bed, his pants on the floor. He’s pulled his briefs back up though. That brings a frown to my face.
“No,” I say, staring at his underwear. His abs twitch, and my frown deepens to a scowl. “How do you stay so lean? You’re a desk jockey, for God’s sake.”
Natalie laughs, delighted. Nic rolls his eyes.
“He forgets to eat,” says Natalie. “At least, he did until you started coming to the office.”
“Tattletale,” says Nic. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his side, his other hand tracing her mouth. He kisses her softly, so gentle it hurts my heart to watch. Why does that hurt? It’s a turn-on, seeing them together. They’re so goddamn gorgeous, together and apart.
He kisses her more deeply, the intensity building until she pushes him back abruptly.
“You’re trying to shut me up!” she says.
Nic laughs again. It occurs to me that I’ve heard him laugh more in the last thirty minutes than in all the rest of the time I’ve known him.
“Busted,” he says. Natalie glances at me, and Nic follows the direction of her gaze.
Sitting next to each other on the bed like this, they’re both eye-level with my cock, still hard as hell and pointed due north.
Natalie wraps a soft hand around me, her slow, tentative stroke pulling me a step closer toward them.
“It looks like it hurts,” she says. I groan.
“Trust me,” says Nic. “It’s not that kind of pain.” He keeps his eyes on mine, extending his hand out alongside hers. He hovers there, waiting for my reaction.
“Do it.” The words are out before my nerves can catch up.
Nic’s hand wraps around my shaft right alongside Natalie’s, and the contrast, the feel of having both their hands on me at the same time, sends me right back to the edge.
“I’m gonna?—”
“Not yet,” says Nic. I glare at him. He glares right back, not without humor. “Big, tough guy like you, you can take it.”
“You don’t know what I can take.”
The smile that darts across his face is positively evil.
“We’re about to find out.”
Nic leans forward and licks the tip, his eyes on mine the whole time.
Natalie’s eyes widen, watching from only a few inches away. Nic licks the head again and pulls back, angling toward her.
