Page 20 of Hot Doggin'
“Yeah?” He glances over at me in the dark cab. “Best wingman ever.” He holds out his knuckles for a fist bump and I bump him back.
“If I can’t help my best friend get laid, I’m fucking useless.”
“Please,” he scoffs. “I’mhelpingyouget laid. Have you seen me tonight? I look fucking good.”
He has a point. He looks seriously hot. For a guy.
Angela parks beside us and follows us up to the second floor to Mac’s apartment.
“You live together?” she asks.
“Temporarily.”
We step into the tiny apartment, and Angela realizes it’s only got one bedroom. “Where do you sleep? Together?”
Her breath hitches like the idea excites her. Even though we do sleep together, or have the last two nights, I’m not going to admit it to her. It ain’t her business and I don’t want her getting the wrong idea.
“No, we?—”
“Sure do,” McCormick steamrolls over me, grinning like he’s proud of sharing a bed with me.Jesus. No game, whatsoever.
Her eyes light up and she giggles, squeezing herself against Mac’s chest. “Show me your bedroom.”
“Why don’t we sit down and have a drink first?” I have to slow this crazy train down while I’m still wrapping my head around the idea of my first threesome.
I grab bottled water from the fridge and toss one to Mac and twist the cap from Angela’s bottle for her.
“Have you two done this often?”
Bythis, I assume she means spit-roasting chicks between us. “Never.”
“Ohhh, I get to pop your cherries,” she purrs.
I’m a little too nervous to be turned on. Yet, I somehow am. At thirty-six, there aren’t a lot of firsts left to experience. But this is definitely one of them. A huge one.
Angie— It’s easier for me to stay focused if I drop the dreaded A — leans into Mac and brushes her painted lips over his. He takes control, sliding his big hand into her hair as he deepens the kiss. It’s a noisy wet kiss, the sound making my cock kick. It’s like watching live porn. Angie places her hand on my thigh, stroking my leg as she tickles his tongue. I pop the button on my jeans and lower my zipper.
My head feels conflicted, but my cock isn’t. It’s fully hard and begging to be let out to play. Angie works Mac’s pants open while he tries to swallow her tongue. At least, that’s what it lookslike from where I’m sitting. He slides his other hand up her side, under her shirt, and she lifts her arms, giving him permission to remove it completely.
Her hard nipples poke through the black lace of her bra. As she leans in to kiss me, Mac’s hands slide around her to cover them. Her mouth tastes like the fruity syrup of her mixed drink, and I suck the flavor from her tongue.
When she lifts her lips from mine, I pull back to watch his fingers rub her through the lace. I have to rub my cock to settle the twitching. Angie exhales a loud sigh of pleasure.
She leans back. “Why don’t you two kiss?” My heart threatens to beat right through my damn chest.
Broken arrow, Broken arrow!
Mac looks just as frozen. He’s staring at me with his mouth agape. “Come on, I dare you,” she goads.
I feel her arm slide around my back, urging me forward, closer to Mac’s parted lips, and assume she’s doing the same to him. I should speak up, say something about not being into kissing dudes, but my throat isn’t working, just spasming uncontrollably as I try to swallow.
Why can’t I stop swallowing?!
He’s so close I feel his heat, can smell his cologne. His blue eyes stare back at me hard. What’s he thinking? Does he want this? Does he want me to call it off? The head of my dick threatens to pop off my cock and explode. Thank God she places her hand on it. I need her to jack me.
But then she grabs my hand and places it on Mac’s cock.
ON HIS COCK!
