Page 43 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
It’s an inappropriate question. He shouldn’t tell me about fucking her. It’s a private thing between the two of them. They are dating. The details about the relationship are fabricated, but they are seeing one another. They are going to social events together, spending time together, getting to know one another. And there is palpable chemistry between them. There has been from the beginning.
I’m not surprised they slept together. I wanted it. I practically told them to do it.
“Never mind,” I say. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
“I told her I was going to tell you. She knows. Shewantsme to tell you. It makes her hot.”
Surprise is followed immediately by lust. My whole body hardens even further, which I would not have thought possible.
“Really?”
“We talked about you last night. When we were together.”
My breath seizes in my lungs. “Tell me,” I order.
Hell, they talked about me, about this. If she knows he’s going to tell me, then I need to hear every word.
“She’s thought about you. And me. And us together. She teased me about you and the fact that she’s fantasized about you. I told her we should punish her by giving her two cocks at once.”
My breath rushes out. “Fuck.”
“She’s fucking perfect, Christopher. Hot, sassy, gives as good as she gets. It was amazing.”
I kiss him again, hard and deep.
“More,” I demand when I pull back.
“She’s as hot as you’ve imagined.” He presses close, grinding our hard cocks against one another. “And you have imagined her, haven’t you?”
“Of course I have. And you and her together. And the three of us.”
“I told her after I make partner we’re going to come see her.”
New heat surges through my body. The only hesitation that I have is I’m not sure one night or one weekend would be enough. But that’s a hurdle we can cross when we come to it.
“Are you jealous?” he asks.
“Only that she got the cock I’ve been lusting after for over a year.” I reach between us and cup him through his pants. He’s hard, hot, and big. God, I want him. “And she did get your cock, didn’t she?”
He presses into my grip. “She did. Three times. Every position we could fit into one night. With plans to do it again.”
I groan and kiss him again, squeezing him hard. He groans into my mouth.
“So you want her pussy again?” I ask. It’s a stupid question. Of course he does.
“Oh, fuck yes. I have so many plans for her.”
He’s enjoying taunting me like this. He grinds into my hand, and I grip him, stroking up and down his length as best I can through his clothes.
“Did she suck your cock?”
“She did. And very well I might add.”
“Keep going,” I tell him. “I’m keeping a list of all of the things I need to punish her for. All of the things she got to do to you before I did.”
He chuckles, and it’s almost a smug sound. Which is very unusual for Evan. He’s usually submissive. I’ve often imagined that in the bedroom, I would be the one bossing him around. But if Finley has given him a dose of confidence, that’s hardly something to punish her for. I’ll reward her for that. Though my punishments and rewards may seem similar.
“I think she’d like to have you punish her,” he comments.
