Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Shit…
Bracing for any eyeful—and Jegs’ cocky grin—Breck shifted to face him, then froze in utter surprise. The visual that greeted him was not what he’d been expecting. Jegs hadn’t seen him enter and was most definitely participating. Their little threesome was going strong—despite the girl’s utter obliviousness. Due in part to her inebriated state, but mainly that blindfold around her head.
All three were naked, their backs to Breck as they faced Jegs’ bunk, the girl on her knees at the edge of the bed, cheek against the mattress. Behind her, a tall blond clutched her waist, his hips surging gingerly back and forth as he fucked. Gingerly, because standing behind him was none other than Jegs, with his dick in his ass.
Damn. What a riveting sight.
And Jegs wasn’t even moving. Was letting Tall-Blonde-and-Handsome do all the work. Every forward thrust pulling Jegs nearly out of him. Every withdrawal from the girl re-stuffing his ass with Jegs’ giant shaft. Essentially fucking himself and another at the very same time. Which Jegs found very entertaining, going by his soft, stifled laughs.
Frozen, Breck just stood there, not sure what to do. Afraid to move, lest he be spotted. Rapt at the erotic scene playing out before his eyes. After all, he didn’t typically watch others while they were fucking. That exhibition at Dom District had been the only other time. But even then, those having sex were in their own separate room.
“Faster!” the girl mewled. “Fuck me faster!”
Blondie groaned a curse, seeming almost reluctant. No mystery why. To fuck her faster meant fucking himself faster—on Jegs’ massive cock.
In an effort to appease her, he put more power into his forward thrusts, slamming into her body with a lot more gusto and umph. Problem was, that only strengthened his delves, but did nothing at all in terms of increasing his speed.
“Faster!” she wailed, hardly placated. “Ashton, please!”
Jegs laughed. “Yeah, Ashton. C’mon. Give that mama what she wants.”
Stifling a noise that sounded wary as hell, Ashton pressed his brow to the top bunk’s railing and dutifully picked up the pace. Hips surging forward, then swiftly retreating back, forcefully impaling himself on Jegs’ ginormous cock.
Breck winced but didn’t look away, completely captivated.
“Yes!— Yes!—” the girl cried out. “Fuck, yes!”
Ashton grunted with every backward lurch. But then Jegs started moving too, ramming forward into his buddy’s ass.
Ashton unraveled, the pitch of his shouts climbing higher. “Uh!— Uh!—”
“Fuck, yeah,” Jegs grated, gripping the top bunk, his hips punching forward each time his buddy’s kicked back.
Goddamn. So aggressive.
Socrates never fucked that rough.
A moment later, Jegs finally slowed and leaned in close. “You like that,” he panted against Ashton’s ear. Not even remotely a question.
Ashton’s laugh came out breathless. He turned his head. Jegs lined up their lips and fused their mouths with a heated growl.
Breck gaped, unable to believe his eyes. His homie was kissing another man. To the point that their dueling tongues were clearly derailing Ashton’s focus.
“Faster!” Pretty Mama wailed.
Jegs chuckled.
Ashton cursed, then fell back to feverish fucking, Jegs’ glistening rod disappearing repeatedly deep inside his ass. Moans punched up his throat. “Ungh, fuck— Ungh, fuck—”
Even Jegs started groaning, his muscles twitching as Ashton rode his cock.
Ashton’s head fell back, his thrusts turning erratic. “Shit—” he strained. “Ungh fuck— I’m gonna fucking come—”
“No!” Pretty Mama protested.
Jegs chuckled huskily. “You better not.”
Either way, that was definitely Breck’s cue. He needed to grab his keys asap and split.
But as he shuffled sideways, closer to his dresser, things over at Club Threesome abruptly shifted gears. Jegs pulled out, his glossy cock rigid and bobbing. Ashton shuddered with a groan and withdrew, too. Fumbling drunkenly, both guys threw on fresh condoms, re-lubed, then swapped places in their little happy train.
Breck didn’t move a muscle. Surely, they’d spot him as they relocated. Fortunately, both looked ripped as hell and with one singular focus: to get back to fucking each other as fast as humanly possible. That chick on the bed just kind of seemed like an afterthought.
Breck stilled. Or maybe she was a convenient excuse.
He regarded Pretty Mama and Ashton. Were they the same two Jegs had trio’d with last time? Breck suddenly suspected that, if not both, at least Ashton was. Were Jegs and his buddy using ‘threesomes’ as a pretext to hook up?
Breck’s lips parted, as the two assumed their new positions. Sure enough, neither one noticed him, their hungry gazes locked on each other and absolutely nothing else.
“Jegs?” Little mama peered blindly over her shoulder. “Don’t you want me to give you head?”
“Oh, yeah.” Jegs spread his stance wide in order to line things up. “Not yet, though. Wanna see how good Ashton did at getting you ready for my cock.” He gripped her hip, then shoved inside, straight to the hilt.
“Oh, God!” she cried out, clutching the covers.
“Not bad,” he growled, slapping her ass. “I’m in. You ready?”