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Yes. Yes! I want to run naked around the room and squeal with glee. Did I magic this story into life, or did I just sense something from the start in the way Jethro always touches Joel and hangs out with him?
Right now it doesn’t frigging matter, because Joel has stopped again, a hand cupping his hard-on, mirroring Jethro’s.
Dark eyes snap back to me when I scoot off Jethro’s lap. The heat in them is consuming. He lets his hands fall to his sides, digging his fingers into the cushions when I unzip his jeans and carefully ease them down his narrow hips. He lifts himself up a little to help me, his abs contracting in seriously amazing ways.
Gah. With his spiky hair, the ink on his muscled chest and that sinfully soft mouth, he’s too delicious for words.
Then all thought flees my overworked brain, because I tug again on his jeans, and they slide down his legs, leaving him bare.
He’s going commando.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
His hands clench as I liberate his cock from the confines of his black jeans. It springs free, thick and long, and his hips jerk up. He hisses, baring his teeth, long lashes lowering over his eyes. This boy is so sexy.
I was obviously good in a previous life. I was a frigging saint to deserve this.
He spreads his arms on the back of the sofa, his biceps flexing. His hard cock trembles against his flat stomach, the head wet and flushed, and man, he smells good. He smells clean and musky in all the good ways, like a spice cake with rum and pepper and…
I lick my lips, conscious of Joel’s gaze weighing on me. Aroused. Curious to see if I’ll go through with this? Daring me, his hand still resting over his hard-on. He hasn’t even pushed down his briefs yet, allowing me no distraction from Jethro’s body.
Not even bombs would tear me away from Jethro right now, not when his eyes gleam under his lashes, something dark and hungry in them.
My breasts swing a little as I bend over him, kneeling by his side, and his gaze dips to their movement, black with arousal. His cock jumps, and precum spills from the tip to pool in his navel. He lifts a hand to touch my breast, caress one nipple.
Swallowing a moan, I wrap my fingers around Jethro’s cock. Silky skin over steel, searing to the touch, and the effect is immediate.
His stomach clenches, muscles jumping into definition, and his small nipples bunch up into hard points.
I nuzzle his length, inhaling his scent, sharper from up close, and lick the underside all the way to the head, like a popsicle. Every line in his body tenses up more when I mouth the head, tasting him for the first time—salty, bitter. Intense. So Jethro.
He arches a little, trying to push his cock deeper into my mouth. I drag my lips up and down his considerable length, my gaze glued to his face, cataloguing his reactions—the flutter of his lashes when I grip the base of his cock as I tease the tip, the way his mouth goes slack when I flatten my tongue and drag it below the head.
Joel shifts again beside me.
“Fuck.” His voice breaks on the word, and his hand fists in my hair, not pushing or pulling, just holding me in place. Reminding me he’s right there, showing me he’s in control. “Suck him, girl. Suck him hard. All the way.”
I moan around Jethro’s cock, and he lets out a sharp breath, swelling in my mouth. I’m so wet between my legs, I’m sure I’ve soaked through my panties, and I can’t find it in me to care, lost in the taste and feel of him on my tongue, in my hand, so rigid and alive, a vein beating madly along the length.
More saltiness fills my mouth as I stroke and suck on him. He’s too big to take in all the way, and I have never learned to deep-throat, so I hope it’s enough for him.
It appears to be.
With a choked-back moan, he jerks against me and pushes me away just in time to shoot on his bare chest, thick lines of cum over his tattoos.
Joel’s hold on my hair hasn’t relaxed.
Panting, wanting, I glance at him, and I’m sucked into another fantasy.
Because he’s finally pushed down his briefs and fisted his cock. His very big, very thick and hard cock, and I don’t know what’s next.
Until Jethro drawls in a raspy, dazed voice, “Joel wants to fuck you. Don’t
you, mate?”
Joel groans, observing me from half-closed eyes. “Yeah. I do.” He licks his lips. “You did say once that you wanted to ride me into the sunset.”
Um, yeah. Guilty as charged, your Honor.
