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I shivered at the visual, this wasn’t the first time I had imagined it.

“It’s tempting,” I said, thrusting against his towel.

“We should have fun.” He kissed my pulse.

“Should we? I thrusted against him again, feeling his hard cock.

“I think we should.” He groaned when I ran my hand down his length.

“I’ll think about it,” I said, giving him a quick peck before walking away.

“You asshole,” he growled.

I chuckled, I already knew my answer. I just liked to fuck with Boogie and have him squirm a little. Tonight, we would catch a doll, and I was fucking ready for it.

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Boogie

King was being a shithead. I knew he wanted her as much as I did. We still talked about her often even though we had only seen her twice. Last year we had come so close to talking to her, except she evaded our advances, disappearing into the night.

If I was being honest, I don’t know what I would say to her. All I could think about was pushing her against me and finding out what she sounded like when she came. I shivered at the fantasy as I followed King to make sure we were on the same page; we had to be for this to work tonight. That was our rule, we fucked together if we brought a third into the bedroom with us. I want to say it’s because King was a possessive bastard but I am one too.

“Don’t be an asshole, you know you want her.” I walked into our bedroom.

He was already stripping to take a shower in our shitty bathroom. My mouth dried up from seeing his hot body on display. King was leaner than me with wide shoulders, most of his body was covered in tattoos, but his body was cut, his abdomen muscles flexed as he took off his pants. He stood therewith a smirk, he knew how much he affected me. It had been five years and what we had never seemed to fizzle out.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?” He walked across the room to me.

“You know I didn’t; don’t use your body against me,” I snapped, annoyed that I was getting off topic.

“Hey, I have to shower.” He smirked. “It’s not my fault your brain is always in the gutter.”

I growled. “I don’t think we were finished with our discussion.”

“I said I’d think about it,” he said, in that annoying, calm voice of his.

“That’s not enough,” I snapped, pushing him. “She will be here?—”

“I said I’d fucking think about it,” he growled, pushing me back.

I was ready to snap when I saw that evil glint in his eyes. If he wanted to play, then I would play too.

“Well, think faster,” I snarled, pushing him up against the wall.

King was quick to push me, kicking my leg out so I fell on the bed. My towel opened as he straddled my hips. Our erections rubbed against each other making me moan.

“You’re such a brat,” he clipped. “If I had time, I would bend you over, smack your ass until it was bright red and fuck you hard with your face in the mattress.”

I thrusted up against his cock, groaning from the frictions. “You love my brattiness, don’t fucking lie. Besides, that sounds like a good time, not a punishment.”

He grunted as we rolled our hips together. I yanked him forward for a kiss. King moaned into my mouth, biting my lower lip hard before he sat up, grabbing both of us in his hand,spitting on us to slick us up. He stroked us, twisting his hand at the heads of our cocks that had me bucking my hips up.

“Fuck,” I said thrusting up, sliding against his cock.

“I think I like you better like this, at my mercy while you're aching for pleasure,” he groaned. “Maybe, I’ll find my release and leave you needy all night.”

He grabbed his cock, leaving mine lying against my stomach while he stroked himself. I laid my hands on his thigh, rubbing them up and down, keeping myself from touching my cock. He thrusted into his hand, looking down at me with his brow raised; he was taunting.

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