Page 95 of These Pucking Boys: Part Two

Her eyes are hooded when I move closer. She turns them toward my cock, and immediately her breathing becomes shallower.

“Watch me fuck your tight pussy, lass.” I slide into her heat with ease. A shudder goes down my back as desire licks the base of my spine. I kiss her hard, then murmur against her lips, “You take us so well.”

“You feel so good. Oh my God,” she replies.

“Look at me, Peaches. I want to paint your tongue white.”

As Jake and I move in synch, fucking June’s holes, she reaches for Ryan’s cock. He twists his fist around a lock of her hair and fucks her mouth with focused intent.

We work well together, and I don’t have to worry about my movements. I surrender to the feel of June’s pussy around my cock and enjoy watching her suck my friend off. I lose track of time, and before I know it, we’re all caught in the frisson, writhing in pleasure.

“Fuck!” I yell, emptying everything inside her tight heat.

Ryan pulls out but keeps June’s mouth open while jets of his cum fill her mouth.

“Jesus fuck!” Jake blurts out, jerking his hips up and down, really giving June’s tight hole everything he has.

She’s shaking like a leaf, and her face is flushed, but she keeps her moans soft and low. It doesn’t matter if she’s loud or quiet. I know we made her feel good, and that’s all that matters.

CHAPTER 39

JUNE

Holy fuck. Did that really happen? Did I actually have a foursome on Wendy’s pristine leather couch? Well, technically, Malcolm’s couch, but it’s more amusing to think I defiled her furniture.

I get up on unsteady legs, and immediately, the end result of our private party trickles down my legs. That’s the downside of not wearing condoms—the mess.

“Is there a bathroom here?” I ask.

“Yes, that door next to the bookshelf.” Ryan points in the right direction.

“Perfect.” I grab my basket-shaped purse from the floor where I dropped it and make a beeline for the bathroom.

I never took off my dress, and it’s now more wrinkled than a Shar Pei dog. It pairs nicely with my red face. My lipstick is gone, even the smear, but I still look like a clown. Thank God I packed a small makeup bag in my purse. But first, I need to clean myself down south. I never knew how messy sex could be until I started havinggoodsex. It’s why I also carry wet wipes.

I mourn the loss of my brand-new panties. They weren’t cheap, and I loved them. Now I have to return to the party sansunderwear. I don’t know why I bother to fix my face. I’ll be blushing the entire time.

About halfway through redoing my makeup, I hear voices that don’t belong to my boys. Shit. We have company. I hope Jake, Lachy, and especially fully naked Ryan had time to get dressed.

I stop what I’m doing and text Jake. I don’t want to risk sending a text to the group and having all of them check their phones at the same time.

He doesn’t text me back. Crap on toast. I focus on my current task, keenly aware that I need to do a good job now. I don’t want anyone suspecting what I was doing with the boys in Malcolm’s office.

Satisfied with my job, I walk out of the bathroom and stop in my tracks. Apparently, the party moved here, or a portion of the party at least—the one comprised of hockey players.

Some guys are sitting on the couch, smoking cigars, and others are playing pool. I hover by the bathroom door, panicking when I don’t immediately see Jake, Ryan, or Lachy. What the hell! This room is not that large. Did they leave?

The other players haven’t noticed me yet. No one bothered to turn on the main lights, and the room is still dimly illuminated. Maybe that’s why the boys left. Alone, I can lie and say I got lost. But why didn’t they warn me?

Finally, Banksy sees me lurking in the shadows. “Yo, June! Come over here!”

Shit. Here goes nothing. I put on a fake smile and approach him. He’s busy chalking a cue tip. “I got lost,” I blurt out.

He laughs, showing his dimples. “Okay? Do you want to play?”

Not if my life depended on it. Obviously, I don’t say that out loud.

I shake my head. “Not right now. Have you seen Jake?”

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