Page 17 of Some Like It Rough

“We don’t know anything of the kind.”

A timer went off, and Julia huffed and turned back to the stove, leaving Paul to finish his wine and contemplate her lack of horror over what he’d just told her. He studied Luke, who had taken the chair opposite him. Maybe he was nuts and there was nothing going on after all. And maybe one of his cows really might jump over the moon.

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Luke stretchedout his legs and contemplated his empty plate and his full cup of coffee. Hell, he was just happy to be sitting in a real chair in a real apartment rather than roughing it in the drugstore. He and Ramon had accomplished a lot over the past two days, but it would be awhile before it was how he wanted it. Still, he felt a great deal of personal satisfaction at getting his hands dirty again and of waking up still aching from all the physical labor.

Okay, so his last job had some merits, but it had detached him both emotionally and physically from his roots. He’d been brain-fried, dead, done for. Coming back to Gulch Town had made him realize that even more clearly. He glanced at Paul and Julia, who were loading the dishwasher. Finding his two best buddies again was working out even better than he’d expected. Julia seemed totally happy to share herself with him and Paul.

But Paul was uneasy. Was he worried now that Julia had rediscovered Luke she’d no longer want him? Did he think that Luke was going to make it a “have me or have him” kind of choice? It wasn’t as simple as that. Perhaps it was time to show Paul that there was more than one way to have a happy ending.

He bided his time, waited for Julia to sit down on the couch, for Paul to relax and share another glass of wine. Holding Julia’s gaze, he slowly unbuttoned his only decent shirt and pulled it free of his jeans. He slid off the chair and crawled across to kneel in front of Julia and Paul.

“I think it’s my turn to touch you.” He kissed Julia’s knee. “If that’s okay.”

Julia put down her coffee cup and looked down at him. “It’s okay with me—Paul?”

“Sure.”

Luke smiled as he slid his hands up the sides of Julia’s legs until her reached the tops of her thighs and flipped up her short black skirt. She was naked underneath, and he could already smell her arousal.

“That’s nice, Julia. Open your legs so that I can see you better.”

He nuzzled her clit with his nose and breathed her in. So, fucking fine, so ready for his mouth and fingers. Beside her, Paul stirred, and placed his big hand on Julia’s naked inner thigh. It didn’t worry Luke if Paul joined in; he’d be involved enough sooner or later.

Luke angled his body so that Paul could see everything he was doing to Julia, deliberately made it slow so that his buddy wouldn’t miss a single excruciating detail. Paul’s cock was already straining against his jeans.

Luke added another finger to Julia’s tight pussy and took a long, salacious lick from her clit to her ass, watched Paul’s hand tighten on her thigh.

“Undo your jeans, Paul. You look like you’re in pain.”

One-handed, Paul did was he was told and groaned with relief. Without asking permission, Luke shifted across and took as much of Paul’s cock into his mouth as he could. He kept his fingers buried in Julia’s pussy and worked them both to the same rhythm.

He kept expecting Paul to grab him by the hair and throw him against the wall, but nothing happened, except that Paul started to move with him, thrusting his hips forward, stuffing as much of his cock into Luke’s mouth as Luke allowed him to. And God, Luke was happy to take it, to feel that thick, wet shaft at the back of his throat, to suck on him so hard Paul started to grunt with every thrust.

Luke closed his eyes and concentrated on the moment, tried to bring them both to orgasm, tried to forget the agony of his own cock trapped inside his jeans. But he couldn’t quite do that. He slowly released Paul’s cock and looked up. Paul’s blue eyes glittered with lust.

“We can make this even better.”

Paul swallowed hard. “How?”

“We get down on the rug and we finger-fuck Julia, and we suck each other’s cocks.” Luke held Paul’s gaze. “Do you want to do that?”

“God . . .” Paul said, his gaze flicking between Luke and Julia. “I’ve never . . .”

Julia touched his cheek. “I don’t mind, if that’s what’s bothering you.” Her smile was hot. “And I’d quite like to watch.”

Luke held his breath as Paul considered. The taste of the other man’s pre-cum still on his lips, the scent of him, the pure essence of him, burned deep into Luke’s very soul.

“Okay, yeah . . .”

Luke helped Julia onto the thick suede-fringed rug and Paul followed her down. “Let me and Paul get into position first and then you can kneel over us.” Luke tried to sound businesslike, which was crazy when his heart was pounding so hard he could barely speak.

He curved his body around, until his head was opposite Paul’s already straining cock and saw Paul replicate his movements in reverse. “Now, Paul.” It was the last thing he was able to say before he opened his mouth and took Paul’s cock deep, shuddered as he felt Paul do the same to him. God, the rough, inexperienced pull of Paul’s mouth over his shaft made him so overexcited he hummed his approval against Paul’s cock and sucked him hard and fast.

Despite the pleasure, he remembered to walk his fingers up Julia’s leg and find her pussy, stuff his fingers inside her to the same rhythm he sucked Paul’s cock. Paul’s fingers joined him, both of them soon meshed together with the thick cream pouring from Julia’s pussy as they finger-fucked her.

Paul came at the same time as Julia, his muffled shout and her scream sent Luke over the edge. It gave him the ultimate satisfaction of feeling Paul’s come pump down his throat and know that Paul was swallowing his, too. When Paul released his cock, Luke rolled onto his back, panting. Julia leaned against him, her whole body trembling.

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