Page 241 of Worthy

All of this is for her.

I’m being a good friend.

His hand moves to my hip, squeezing tightly, and when my eyes fly to his face, I find him looking at me, his lips parted and his eyes full of nothing but desire.

“Oh my god,” he moans. “I’m close.”

And just like that, so am I.

Victoria lets us go and lies down. “On me,” she says quickly. “Make a mess, boys.”

I scramble to my knees, both Oliver and I ending up on either side of her. We stroke our cocks, but my eyes keep ending up on his.

He leans forward, his head resting against mine with his other hand grabbing my shoulder. All I can hear is his breathing and pleasure-filled sounds.

“Come with me,” he grunts, his fingers digging hard into my skin. “I want to see it.”

My stomach clenches and my cum shoots out without warning.

“Oh my god,” I cry.

“Oh yeah,” he moans before his own release hits him.

I watch both of our cocks as cum falls from them both, landing on Victoria’s stomach and chest.

“Holy shit,” I breathe.

“Yeah,” he pants, our heads still connected.

I pull away slowly, putting distance between us. He removes his hand from my shoulder and we just watch each other for a few seconds before Victoria speaks up.

“So fucking hot.”

I snap out of whatever bubble I’ve been encapsulated in since this started and grab my boxers before going to the bathroom.

I wet a washcloth and take it to Vic before I go back to take a piss and start cleaning myself up. Disbelief washes over me. I just had a threesome with a man.

Never again.

Chapter Three

“When are we doing it again?” Victoria asks.

I give her a look before I take a bite of my burrito. “Never, Vic.”

She pouts. “That’s not nice.”

“You can find two other guys, I’m sure.”

She rolls her eyes. “You enjoyed yourself.”

“Of course. I was inside you,” I say with a wink.

“Please. Flattery doesn’t work on me. I thought I witnessed a couple moments with Oliver.”

My head snaps in her direction and I try to hurry and swallow so I can start asking questions. “What are you talking about? What moments? I don’t even know that guy. I’m still mad you sprung that on me.”

“You’re not that mad,” she says, taking my Mountain Dew and sipping through the straw. “If you were mad, you wouldn’t have went through with it. I know you fairly well.”

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