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A shy, blushing man.
Yep, that’s all I need.
“Okay, so there’s no couch in here…” Briggs announces, as we’re all looking around the room at what could possibly be hidden. “Well, one that’s big enough to sleep on.”
I chuckle. “One bed.”
Then Felyx quickly says, “You know what that means?” We sure as hell don’t, but I hope he’ll say yes to the plan I’ve been scheming up in my head. Hell, I’ve got my fingers crossed that both of them do. Briggs and I stare at Felyx, waiting for him to tell us. “You all are boring! We get to have a sleepover!”
The look on my face says he’s officially lost his marbles.
“With the adrenaline pumping through me, I’m going to need more than a sleepover,” I joke, but am immediately hit with Briggs’ eyes darkening. He knows exactly what I mean and what our after-show routine is by now.
”I don’t care what kind of sleepover or slumber party we’re about to have, but I do know one thing for sure: I need to shower before anything happens. No one wants to smell these pits of mine.”
“Same,” I agree, and before Felyx can argue, we both head into the huge tiled bathroom.
I kick my boots off before heading in and kick them over towards the door, and Briggs is right behind me, kicking his off as well. I’m so excited to get into an actual shower in a non-tour bus bathroom that I start stripping out of my clothes before I even remember that it’s not just Briggs in the room with me like normal.
When I’m down to my bottom layer, I yell, “Felyx, you wanna join us?! It’s a huge shower with plenty of sprayers.” I don’t even hear him approach, but I feel his breath tickle the back of my neck as his face comes into my peripheral vision, and he whispers, “I was waiting for one of you to ask.”
I turn my head to look at the side of his beautiful face, and his eyes are on Briggs, who is in front of us. Felyx is watching his facial expressions, while his hands start on the outside of my thighs, slowly starting to trail up to my waist, reaching my stomach, and landing on the hem of my sports bra.
Yeah, sports bra…Throwing your whole body around, beating on drums. Tittieswillhit you in the face.
Felyx is still staring at Briggs, so I risk taking a look at him. He’s in his briefs, but behind those black briefs, I can see the huge bulge he’s sporting. The whimper crawls out of me before I can stop it. “Briggs.” I shouldn’t be pleading one man’s name while a different man’s hands are on me…but I do.
?* And it has him moving towards us. In a couple of quick steps, he’s right in front of me, pressing his front against mine. Felyx has two full hands of my breasts while he rolls my nipples between his fingers. Briggs’ hands snake up my neck, and he wraps his hands into the hair at the base of my neck that’s thankfully starting to fall out of my French braids. His lips land on mine in what I think is going to be a slow, sensual kiss, but the growl that comes from him goes straight to my pussy. I push through his lips with my tongue, needing to taste him.
I feel Felyx’s tongue run up my neck, as he whispers in my ear again, “You two together…fucckkk—” I press my ass into his matching bulge that’s behind his jeans. Then he says, “But I need green lights from both of you before we go any further.”
I pull my lips away from Briggs' mouth and whisper to him, “I’m good, if you’re good…no pressure though.”
A gasp of shock leaves Briggs before he questions, “Are you kidding me? I’m not passing up on getting you between the both of us. And not in a groupie way, either. I don’t want to make you all uncomfortable about that, either.”
It’s always just been Briggs and me. It’s been amazing, to say the least, but I want to explore the pull I have to Felyx. Even with us not being in an official relationship, we both still care for one another so deeply.
But Felyx’s dominant personality, the more feminine attribute of him expressing himself by wearing makeup, his fashion sense, and then adding the dripping sex appeal in, he’sgot my attention to say the least. And I could tell Briggs has been equally as curious.
I just don’t want anything bad to happen to Briggs and me, and I also don’t want to hurt Felyx’s feelings.
But tonight I think we’re going to have fun.
I’m throwing all the expectations out the window.
* THE SHALLOWS - Kae
* SMUT - Jutes
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BRIGGS
Felyx’s brows raise in question, so I give him the answer he’s been looking for. “Yes, let’s have some fun.” I reach into the shower and start the water, testing the temperature from one of the many shower heads, and joke, “I hope you like your water the same temperature as Satan, because that’s the only thing Scottie will shower in.”
I’m not paying attention to them while trying to get the water right, so when I turn around, Scottie pulls Felyx’s shirt over his head, revealing his upper body, and a little gasp escapes me. I’ve never been one to have a specific body type that I’m obsessed with, but dare I say the body that Felyx has could easily bring me to my knees. His broad shoulders and the muscles that line them all the way down into his biceps have me wanting to bite them. He’s not ripped or cut by any means. I would even say he has a little bit of a belly. Enough to accentuate his thick V-cuts.
Deep V-cuts.
