Page 94 of Borrowing My Bestie's Brothers

That hopeless sound was a perfect articulation of the same lost feeling I was experiencing. Brock didn’t give a shit about me being there anymore, his entire focus was trained on her. His eyes creased, his face pulling into a silent snarl as every muscle trembled. Brock was riding that frantic edge, trying to hold onto that mind-blowing pleasure right up until the point he was forced to tumble over.

“Baby, I’m gonna… Jamie, you need…”

But my girl was never going to say die, her head bobbing faster and faster.

“He wants to know if you want to swallow,” I found myself saying. “You’re going to, aren’t you?” Her eyes flicked open, meeting mine, a dangerous light flickering there. “Take it, baby, take it all.”

She proved me right as Brock roared. The sound was cut off, smothered as his body went rigid, pumping every drop down her throat.

“Show me before you swallow.”

Where the fuck had that come from? I said the words without meaning to, but she pulled away slowly, Brock panting through waves of terrible sensitivity, before sitting back on her heels and opening her mouth. Why was that so fucking hot? I shook my head and then told her to swallow it all. Watching her do that broke something in me, forcing me away from the desk and its dirty little tableau and towards the bathroom Brock installed in the office for his own personal use.

My zip was down, my cock out and in my hand, aimed at the toilet in seconds, but right as I got a good pace going, I felt a hand on my hip. Small, delicate, it slid across my uniform and then moved around. It was my body that stiffened now as I felt Jamie’s fingers encircle me.

“Fuck…”

I had more to say, that she didn’t need to do this, that I was aware I’d stumbled into something incredibly personal and couldn’t help but insert myself into it, but that died when her hand tightened. I was already so fucking close. That soft grip, the strength in her fingers, had me panting like a bitch in heat.

“Jamie…” Her hand moved harder, faster, replicating the same rhythm I’d just been using and that had my balls pulling up tighter. Rather than vicariously enjoying second hand pleasure, I was experiencing it violently now.

“Shh…”

Her voice was a hiss in my ear, soothing and stimulating at the same time. The sounds I made were a lot less controlled, just little pants of pleasure as it all came rushing to a head.

This, this was what I’d wanted for so damn long, and even if it came in the weirdest of circumstances, I couldn’t find it in me to regret it. I thrust into her grip, over and over, before my balls boiled over. Ropes of cum shot into the toilet, each one causing a full body shiver until finally I was done. My hands slapped down on the cubicle walls before I turned to face her.

There was an air of challenge in Jamie’s expression, daring me to make a big deal out of this, but all jealousy, all envy, had been shot out of me when I came. Now there was only a feeling of intense need to touch her, hold her close. I picked her up and placed her on the sink, dimly aware that Brock had appeared, before slamming my mouth down on hers. She kissed me right back, making that joy flare all the brighter, until we were forced to pull away panting.

“So are you going to be a selfish prick, letting our girl get you off without returning the favour?” Brock asked me. “Or are we going to make sure everyone walks out of here with a grin on their face.”

“I better?—”

Jamie started to pull away, move to slip off the sink and out of the bathroom, but I held her where she was.

“Ride my face until you come?” I asked before stroking my cheeks. “I made sure to shave this morning. It’d be a lot smoother than the Wookie over there.”

“Wookie…” Brock shook his head sharply.

“I—”

She opened her mouth, ready to say something, but someone shouted her name from the workshop floor.

“Hey, Mouse! You coming for lunch?”

“Tell him you’re not hungry,” I urged. “Tell him you got a bite to eat up here, and while it will keep you satisfied for a little while, I’m the one that needs to eat.”

“I can’t…”

She did slip down then, pressing a hand to my chest and pushing me aside, and I went, if not real willingly. Jamie was always slipping through my fingers, but I had to remind myself that we’d just gotten closer than ever before.

“OK, so you need a raincheck for tonight then.” She turned around, frowning slightly, but I just grinned. “That’s why I came by. We’ve got a date planned for tonight.”

“And you want to…”

The way she flushed right now, all the shyness she’d managed to push aside moments before rushing back, didn’t deter me. My tongue flicked over my lips, almost able to taste her already.

“Nothing I want more than that.” I stood taller. “I intended to take you down to the beach once we got some fish and chips?—”

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