Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“And when he’s done, we’re going to take turns using your hole to get off.”
Brady grips my shoulders, his fingers biting into my skin, and I love how eager he is for it. His presence almost makes me forget that I’m mad at Kit.
Almost.
I pull Brady toward our couch in the living room while Kit goes to grab supplies. As I sit, I push Brady to his knees and widen my thighs. He leans forward, his wide shoulders nestling between my legs while he sticks his round, firm ass outward, just begging and ready for Kit to stretch him wide.
Brady dips his head and runs his tongue along the underside of my cock, drawing it out. Teasing.
I go back to gripping his hair tight. “Did I say you could tease me?”
The little shithead looks smug.
“Take all of me in your mouth,” I order. There’s a split second of hesitance in his eyes, but it disappears as soon as I stare down at him and say, “Please,” in the cockiest way I can muster. He’s probably confused because more often than not, I’m a brat alongside him. Sex is supposed to be fun and playful, which, come to think of it, is my motto for my entire life outside the navy, but tonight, I’m SEAL Prescott.
Because if I can’t fuck this anger out, I’m worried I’m going to bottle it up and explode at the wrong time. And I’m not talking about orgasms. I need a clear head, especially with our team being shipped out soon.
Without Kit there next to me.
I shake off that thought and live in the now because if I get too in my head about Kit leaving, no matter how good the sex is, my dick won’t be on board.
So instead, I focus on the sensation on my cock and watch Kit sinking to the floor behind Brady, getting ready to prep him.
Goddamn, the way Brady’s deep brown eyes flutter when Kit presses a finger against his hole almost makes me come, but I rein it in. Because unlike Brady, who’s already getting hard again, I generally only have one orgasm in me before I’m down for the count. I need at least a few hours in between.
Fucking twenty-year-olds.
Brady sucks me while his back arches deeper and deeper as Kit fingers him. I’ve been trying to avoid looking at Kit’s face and focus on Brady, but when Brady hums around my cock, I can’t help taking a glance at what Kit’s doing to him.
Holy hell. Kit has his head buried between Brady’s ass cheeks, eating him out, while Brady reaches behind him to hold Kit’s head there. It might possibly be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, but that’s what it’s always like with these two.
My hips buck off the couch, forcing my cock farther into Brady’s mouth while I continue to watch Kit feast on Brady like he’s his last meal. Technically, it is.
Which I hate.
The both of them turn me on something fierce, but it’s not just the sex. It’s something else. Something I can’t name or place. I don’t want any of it to end.
I can understand why Brady has to walk away. He’s graduating college, and he’ll move across the country before the team gets back. Saying goodbye to him will suck, but it makes sense.
Kit leaving doesn’t make sense to me.
At all.
He’s my best friend, and we’re closer than brothers.
Brady brings me back to the moment by practically choking on my dick. When I pull out of him, he glances up at me through glassy eyes, and I wipe a tear away with my thumb.
“You think you’re ready for us?” I ask.
He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bouncing. I lean forward and wrap my hand around his throat, not tight, just gripping hard enough to feel him swallow as I press my lips to his. He drinks me down, sucking on my tongue like it was my cock, and I pull back, smiling.
“Kit can have his turn first. You think you can take him while you suck me off?” I know he can do it. It’s his favorite thing. Brady loves being filled every which way ’til Sunday.
Brady’s voice is raw. “I can … do it.”
“Remember to watch the teeth,” I say and settle back against the couch. There have been some close calls in the last few months that adds an element of risk when doing this.
Will I come, or will my dick be bitten off? Hard to say. It’s like extreme sports for sex.
The long, warm slurps as he works me over drive me crazy. Almost as crazy as watching Kit slide his condom-covered cock inside Brady’s ass.
There’s a brief moment where Brady’s mouth stops moving while he adjusts to Kit’s size, but his tongue never stops lapping at my dick. It rewards him with a drop of precum, and he’s quick to capture it. When Kit thrusts inside harder, Brady pulls off my cock completely but doesn’t leave me high and dry. His hand replaces his mouth while he rests his head on my thigh. His breath is warm on the inside of my leg, and I run my hand through his hair more softly now. Not because he needs the break but because I don’t want to let him go.