Page 168 of The Substitute
“You fucking heard him. Kiss me motherfucker,” Savage demands.
Ambrose’s whole expression changes, giving Savage an intense but amused look. “Who said you get to make the demands?”
“I don’t see you moving to make our boyfriend happy, so I’m doing it for you.”
Ambrose scoffs and rolls his eyes. “You kiss me.”
Savage grabs the back of his head, dragging him closer until they are both a millimeter from my tip. “Gladly.” He teases his tongue across my slit, then against Ambrose’s lips.
It takes Ambrose a few moments, but his lips part, and their tongues meet, twisting over my head.
“Oh, fuck.” I groan both because it feels amazing and because they look so fucking good.
That seems to encourage Ambrose, and he grabs Savage’s neck, crashing their mouths together. I thrust forward, fucking myself between their kiss.
I’m not sure if they are playing this up for me or taking some pent-up aggression out on each other, but they kiss like they want to kill each other, or like one of them can win this encounter, and it’s hot as fuck.
They alternate between focusing on me and each other, and I’m not sure which is better. I want it all.
“Stop!” I call, gasping.
They both freeze and then look up.
“I’m going to come if you keep going, and I don’t want to yet.” I’m breathing hard and barely keeping it back. “One more touch will send me over the edge.”
“Do you mean it’s time to fuck you?” Savage asks, already getting to his feet.
“Yes.”
Ambrose picks me up, carrying me to the bed. He puts me down on the mattress, then looks at Savage. “How are we doing this?”
“However you want. You don’t want me to be in charge, then fucking be in charge.” Savage crosses his arms.
Ambrose doesn’t reply right away, and I’m about to suggest something when he finally does.
“Have him get on top of you, and I’ll fuck him doggie,” Ambrose says stiffly like they hadn’t just been making out.
Is this pissing him off?
“You know you’re going to have to make sure I’m in when we have him all stretched out that way?” Savage asks, amusement flickering in his eyes.
“I know.” Ambrose’s jaw flexes.
“That means you have to touch my cock.”
Ambrose glares. “I said I know.”
I glance between them, knowing this moment could shatter at any second.
“Cool. Let me get condoms.” Savage doesn’t keep goading him. Maybe he knows how delicate this all is and that Ambrose looks like he’s on the edge of backing out.
He grabs condoms out of his backpack and then strips down to his boxers before lying back on my bed.
“Aren’t you going to take those off?” I ask.
“No, you are.” Savage holds out the condom to me and then the lube to Ambrose.
I curl my fingers into Savage’s waistband, but he grabs my wrist.
