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“Would you like a drink?” Carter asks me, and I’m having a hard time focusing on his face when his abs and chest are on full display, and the V leading to his crotch is so defined I just want to lick it until I get to the prize.
“Erm, no, I’m fine,” I say.
“Cool,” he says. He walks over to the fridge and comes back with two cans, passing one to his friend, Everett.
He’s also topless, although where Carter is chiseled and smooth, Everett’s got a hint of a beer belly and dark hair all over like a good bear. And me likey.
“So…” Carter says. “Are you new to New Harlow?”
I shake my head, swallowing very slowly, trying not to so obviously salivate in front of them.
“Born and raised here,” I tell them.
“Nice,” Carter says. “We just moved here six months ago.”
“Are you guys… together? I thought you said—”
Their Cinderfella profile said they were just friends, but I can totally see them lying about it.
“No. We’re best friends,” Everett says behind his can before taking a sip.
“With benefits,” Carter adds. “We’ve known each other since we were five, and we both got jobs here, so we moved. We’re from Philly.”
My hands are sweaty. I try to rub them on my jeans without giving away my nerves. And horniness. It’s kinda hard to have a conversation when I know we’ll all be naked in a few and getting real familiar.
“Cool,” I manage to say.
“We’re boring you, sorry,” Carter apologizes and sets his beer down.
I shake my head while Everett bites his lip. “If there’s one thing you know, that’s how to kill a mood,” he chuckles, only to get a glare from Carter.
“He didn’t. Not at all,” I say.
Carter’s hand comes up on my nape and his fingers brush my neck.
“But we’re not here to discuss our lives,” he says, and he scooches closer to me, his lips brushing my cheek. “Are we?” he says. His other hand grabs my other cheek and he turns me to his face, kissing my lips, his tongue not holding back. He finds my own and deepens the kiss from the get-go. God, I’m so fucking horny and we haven’t even started yet.
He squeezes the side of my face before dropping his hand down to my chest, squeezing my nipples through my T-shirt.
He’s equal parts delicate and rough, and I like the way he touches me. How he massages the back of my neck gently while making my nipples hard and sore.
“Ar-are you not joining us?” I break the kiss long enough to look at Everett.
God, he looks so handsome and sexy sitting opposite us, beer in one hand, the other grabbing his hardness through his sweats and looking at us with need and desperation.
“He likes watching,” Carter whispers in my ear. “He’ll join us when he’s ready.”
Why does that make me harder? Why does that make me want to feel his touch even more?
I resume my kissing with Carter, but keep my eyes open and make sure to stare back at Everett who’s burning me with his gaze.
My hands finally decide to wake up, and I use the back of my palm to press against Carter’s crotch. He’s as hard as me and he moans in my mouth a little when my knuckles prod his balls.
This is terrible. Having a hunk of a man kissing me, another hunk watching us, and yet we’re all still clothed. Well, me more than them. But the truth of the matter is they’re still wearing pants when I want to worship the cocks they’re hiding underneath already.
