Page 13 of Shared With His Friends
Lithe hands come up and press against my solid chest as I laugh, the breaths blowing her blonde hair away from her forehead. Fuck, she’s so gorgeous. Just stunning. Pretty priss for a pompous prick.
Jet knows how to pick ‘em.
Just as I make a move to leave, he rounds the corner with Ash at his back bitching about something. Eyeing me with some suspicion, Jet brushes past and slides next to his girl, throwing an arm around her possessively and kissing her cheek. “Hey, baddie. You got up early.”
“Can’t stay here. I need those books, Jet. Come on,” Ash is whining. His hair is a fucking wreck, like he got laid last night. Amber looks down at her bowl while Jet tries to ignore him. Wait a second…
Did they?
Hmm… A hundred dollars Ash fucked the little princess in her tight puss last night. And Jet’s none the wiser. Well, if she’s getting shared, may as well. I’m feeling another load come up that needs a home. And despite never wanting kids, I now feel this completeneedto impregnate this bitch so much she won’t ever be skinny again.
I like big girls.
“Wade can go get it, then.”
“What am I getting?”
“Whatever shit Ash is bitching about.”
Of course. Demoted to bitch boy again today. “Sure, I’ll take him, if I can drive your Ferrari.”
Jet looks up from sucking on Amber’s neck to eye me carefully. Pressing it too far?
“Yeah, the white one, though. I don’t like that one as much. And Ash isn’t going, he needs to stay here.”
“What the fuck, Jet? How is he gonna know what I need?”
“Describe it to him. Whatever. I gotta put a baby in baddie’s belly…” Ignoring all of our annoyances, Jet returns to sliding his hand up priss’s leg and sucking on her earlobe.
“I’ll go with him.”
Everyone freezes, her little voice cutting into the air like a dagger. After a moment, Jet sits up and stares at her. “You want to go with Wade?”
Leaning forward, she eyes Ash and sits back. “Yeah. I can get what Ash needs.”
Ooooooh my god. They definitely, one hundred percent fucked. Before I can stop it, a huge laugh erupts from my belly as I think about the shit this is gonna cause.
First of all, Dane is going to lose his mind. What is the simp gonna do now that his precious priss is fucking his best friend? Second, Jet is gonna gut the nerd and throw his entrails in the pool. I can feel it. This is too good.
Better yet, what if her baby turns out to be future Dr. Jameson’s kid. Just to avoid a shitstorm, I bet his dad would put her up in some penthouse. Hell, I’d fuck her on the regular if I could keep knocking her upandget a piece of that pad to stay in.
Ash’s hands work onto his little hips as he bites his lip ring. “Yeah, sure. I’ll tell her and she can go with Wade.”
Dane picks that moment to appear behind him, freshly showered and smiling broadly. Wait until I let it slip, at the perfect moment, about his supposed bff and his girl. Rubbing a hand over my beard, I prep him for the news. “I’m taking priss to get Ash’s stuff from his apartment. He’ll tell her what he needs.” Putting the emphasis just slightly on that last sentence I watch carefully, but he doesn’t seem fazed. Poor kid doesn’t know what’s about to hit him. Meh, there’s plenty of tequila in the cabinet.
“Oh? Okay. Want me to go?” he asks Ash, the two of them eyeing each other weirdly. Huh. Maybe Dane does know…
“No. You’re not going. Just Wade and Amber, that’s it.” Jet sneers at his cousin. When did he get to be jealous? What is going on here? I feel like I’m losing grip on our dynamics, and it’s all that hot girl’s fault.
Stealing another glance at Ash, Dane nods slowly. “Okay, Jet.” But I saw it. Those two are up to something… Maybe Dane’s okay with sharing priss with Ash after yesterday. If so, this could bode poorly for me. The three of them run off into the sunset and I’m kicked out of this joint. No place to stay, and back to the wrong side of the tracks again. Not happening.
“I’ll be ready to go in ten.” Prissy wants me. She just doesn’t know it, yet. But I felt her tight cunt squeeze me so hard yesterday, trying to shove all my cum deeper inside her… Yeah, she just needs a little prodding.
Not dawdling like I thought she’d do, priss gets up and practically lunges at me as we head upstairs to get ready.
“I’ll text you what I need,” Ash calls after her, and she nods at him, seemingly eager to get away.
Strange.
