Page 37 of Carnival Mayhem

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Blue balls aren’t exactly conducive to a restful night. And I can tell you’re feeling it, too.” He bumps his shoulder against mine. “Might as well be honest about it.”

“Yeah, well...” I shift, suddenly very aware of the bulge in my pants.

“We could help ourselves out together,” Nash muses, a devious gleam in his eye.

“What are you suggesting?” I ask.

“Mutual relief if you catch my drift.” He stretches his legs out, crossing one ankle over the other. “We’ve never jerked off together, but hell, it might be fun.”

I swallow hard. “You sure about that?”

“If it gets the job done, why not? Besides, we’ve shared a woman. This isn’t that different, right?”

He’s got a point, and my body is definitely not arguing. But my mind is spinning. It feels like we’re standing at the edge of a precipice, about to leap into the unknown.

“That settles it then.” Nash’s voice is steady, but his eyes glitter with challenge.

I hesitate, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest. “Hold up. Are we really doing this?”

“You chickening out on me now?” He raises an eyebrow.

I glance down at the bulge in my pants and then back up at him. “I’m no chicken.”

Nash chuckles. “Didn’t think so.”

He reaches for the remote and turns on the TV, scrolling through the options until he finds the perfect scene. My eyes widen as I take in the cover image—a guy pounding into another guy’s ass while that guy is fucking a girl. It’s out of my deepest fantasies, a vision I’ve only shared with Flora.

“You read my mind,” I murmur, my breath catching as the scene unfolds.

Nash shifts closer, our outer thighs touching, and I feel the heat radiating off his body. We both reach for our belts, undoing them with deliberate slowness. I’m surprised he can’t hear my heart hammering.

Our hands move in sync, freeing ourselves from the confines of our pants. The cool air washes over my exposed skin, sending a shiver down my spine as I watch the two men on the screen drive each other wild.

Nash leans back on the couch, our arms brushing as we both stroke in time with the scene’s rhythm. I glance at him from the corner of my eye, our gazes locking for a heated moment before breaking away.

“You ever done this before?” I ask.

“Not with a guy. You?”

I nod. “When I was younger, yeah.”

I up my pace, taking my cue from the relentless rhythm of the scene. Nash groans, his hips bucking involuntarily. I sneak another glance at him, taking in the flush of his cheeks and how his cock looks with his hand wrapped around it.

I bite my lip, gritting my teeth as the tension coils tighter and tighter in my gut. Rubbing my precum over my piercing sends a jolt right to my balls. My breath comes in harsh pants, mingling with Nash’s shaky exhales. All I can think about is his beautiful dick plowing into my ass while I’m deep in Flora.

And then we burst, our release spurting over our pants as the two men and one woman on the screen find their own climax. Ifeel lightheaded, my body electric with sensation, and I realize I’m panting like I’ve run a marathon.

Nash turns his head, his gaze locking with mine. “Well,” he says with a lazy smile, “that was certainly interesting.”

I snort, my face getting hot. “Yeah, that’s one way to put it.”

I bite my lip as I watch Nash lick his hand, his tongue gliding slowly over his skin to lap up his own cum. The seduction in that simple gesture sends a jolt of electricity straight to my dick, which gives another desperate twitch.

But even as the desire thrums through me, something else is building. A nervous tension. An awareness of what just happened between us.

The scene on the TV still plays, the two men and woman moaning in the aftermath of their pleasure, but it’s like background noise now. My brain feels fuzzy, my thoughts a jumbled mess.

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