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“I like him,” he decides. “Peter, will you stick around? Julia likes to keep it interesting and I like to give her what she wants. Anything she wants. And frankly, I think she’d like two cocks.”
Peter and I freeze immediately. In fact, we both stay so still that the surrounding crickets begin to chirp again, ringing through the night. Peter and I slowly face each other and then look back at Gus.
“Right, honey? You were bragging about how much fun it was the last time you took two men. You said it was incredible.” Gus smirks and settles back in his seat. “You seemed to think the idea would make me jealous, but it got me imagining how hot you probably looked. Did you take one in your pussy and one in your mouth? Or was it your pussy and your ass? You’d look amazing either way.”
Flustered, I hold up both hands. “Stop. Just hold on. You really want Peter to…” I trail off and take in Gus’s devious expression. “Wait, what exactly do you want?”
“Oh, was I not clear?” he inquires sweetly—which isn’t particularly sweet. “I think you’d like two cocks and, sadly, I’ve only got one. Now, granted, in pure mass it’s about what you’d get from two men, but I still figure you’d appreciate some attention in more than one of your holes at once.”
Peter snorts, so I shoot him a glare over my shoulder.
“What?” he protests. “He’s funny, Julia.”
I turn back to Gus. “This feels like a trap. A second ago, you were angry with me for stopping a homicide, and now you’re…”
Gus raises his hand to silence me, which is annoying, but I let it slide because—well, I’m still topless and I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to get this show on the road.
“What happened tonight was a clear sign I haven’t done my job well. I want everyone to know you’re so fuck-drunk on my cock that making a pass at you is an exercise in futility. Jay’s attempt showed me you’re not fanatical enough yet. So, I’m going to spoil you until you are, Julia.”
“By inviting Peter to join us?” I question, still trying to rationalize the situation. “You don’t have to.”
“Would you like it?” he presses. “Would it thrill you to have my cock and another one at the same time? I know you’re up for anything, so don’t hold back. If you want something, I’d burn the world down to give it to you. Do you want this, Julia?”
“Yes,” I admit, breathing evenly to suppress the rosiness covering my skin at the prospect of taking two men at once.
The last—and only—time I did before was in college during a spring break trip to Bali. I lied to Gus; it was not incredible. The guys, a pair of roommates from another college, were thrilled to have a threesome but were uncomfortable together. They treated me like a privacy screen, avoiding looking at each other over me. In fact, they were so out of touch with each other, one guy came and the other didn’t realize it for a full three minutes and kept asking me, Does it feel good, baby? To which my answer would have been a resounding, No, it doesn’t feel good because your trigger-happy roommate hasn’t been inside me for a while—but I did have his cock in my mouth, so I just ended up saying, Mhmm.
The prospect of a do-over—an upgrade—makes my heart race with excitement.
“Do you want this, August? Because you shouldn’t do anything for my sake if it would upset you.”
“Julia, it’s rude to decline a gift,” Peter chimes in.
Gus chuckles at Peter’s joke. He finally rises from the daybed and puts his hand on my chin, drawing me closer. “Julia,” he says, speaking close to my lips.
“Yes?”
“You wore a skimpy bikini in front of two men who have enough money to buy anything they want, and you took your pretty tits out. If you think you’re going to end the night without a cock in at least two of your holes, you’re as crazy as they all say you are,” he whispers.
I gasp. When it comes to sex, I’ve seen and heard it all, but nothing quite like the filth that comes out of Gus’s confident, dominating mouth.
“I’m generous,” he goes on, still holding my chin. “I’ll let you pick which holes.”
I look back at Peter, whose mouth is agape with surprise and admiration. I can practically read his mind: I fucking love this guy, Julia.
And holy shit, we’re really doing this.
“You get my pussy,” I say to Gus. “Obviously.”
“Obviously,” Gus confirms, his gaze hot as he stares at me with outright admiration. He plants a kiss on my cheek. “And Peter?” He glances over my shoulder. “Where do you want him?”
I take a deep breath before I admit, “I don’t want anyone else in my ass again until you’ve had it.”
Beaming with pride, Gus cups his palms over my butt. His big hands caress my skin, skimming along the edges of my bikini bottoms. “Next time I see you, I’m going to take your ass so well, you’ll be begging for forgiveness for all the games you’ve played, all the stunts you’ve pulled,” he murmurs into my ear, soft so Peter can’t hear him.
The words are only for us.
Pulling back, I look into Gus’s eyes and scan them for doubt, trepidation, or disgust. I would recognize them all. I’ve seen those feelings hidden on men’s faces before—the ones who couldn’t or wouldn’t give me what I needed. But Gus’s clear blue eyes are free of all those feelings. All I see is hunger. Admiration. Desire.
