Page 11 of Still Bruised
Vic stared at Foster as he undid the zipper and pulled the panels open wide. When his hand slipped in and caressed Foster’s cock, that’s when it finally stood up and took notice. He grew thicker within a couple of strokes, his balls tightening close to his body.
Well… that’s interesting.
“There he is,” Vic murmured, a syrupy grin sliding his mouth wider.
Foster sucked in a strangled breath, the pleasure intense. He’d assumed Vic was there for his wife, not him. Two men forherpleasure because it was always all about Ashley. That didn’t appear to be the case at all. When Vic dropped to his knees and sucked the head of Foster’s cock between his lips, that new theory was proven. Foster’s hands swept out to capture the doorframe before his knees went out under him, the pleasure of the man’s hot mouth driving the air from his lungs.
It clearly wasn’t Vic’s first rodeo. He worked Foster’s cock like a pro. The harder Vic sucked, the more Foster felt anchored. Fully, and wholly present. He reached out, sliding his hand through Vic’s dark hair, twisting the strands tight.
“Oh yeah,” Vic moaned on the next upward stroke, before taking Foster back down his throat.
Foster had never had a blowjob that good in his life. Rolling his hips, he met the hungry suckles of Vic’s heated mouth. Sweat beaded at his brow and the nape of his neck, the air turning humid around them. Vic caressed his balls as he sucked deep, taking Foster to the back of his throat.
“Ummmm…did you two forget aboutme?”Ashley snapped from the bed.
Vic didn’t act like he heard her, nor did he stop sucking. If anything, he sped up a little.
“He’s supposed to be here for me. I’m the meat in this man sandwich.”
Foster’s gaze whipped to hers, and he narrowed his eyes. “For you, hmm?”
“I mean,for us,”she replied, her tone a little less jagged. “Forbothof us. You’re not sharing.”
Her words might’ve been softer, but there was no hiding the disgust on her face. She clearly didn’t enjoy watching the man she’d brought home on his knees sucking her husband’s cock. Foster tightened his hand in Vic’s hair and pumped between the man’s lips—all while glaring at his wife.
Vic groaned, clearly enjoying the rougher play.
Ashley’s eyes narrowed.
He knew he was asking for a massive blowup, but he suddenly couldn’t stop himself.
All the years of doing things her way—forherpleasure and contentment—came to a head. He was exhausted and refused to deny himself a single second longer. He gripped the back of Vic’shead and fed the man his cock. He delighted in the sound of Vic gagging on his length.
For some reason, seeing Ashley’s disgust only added to his pleasure. Maybe he was being an asshole—probably was—but she’d pushed him too far.
And this was what she wanted. Another in their bed.
It wasn’t his fault the night wasn’t going the way she’d anticipated.
Overly Botoxed, she couldn’t frown. The look she gave him almost made him chuckle—and he might have if Vic hadn’t been going to absolute town on his cock. The angrier she looked, the harder he rammed his cock into Vic’s mouth. Sweat dripped from his body when he finally came. He pulled out and pumped his shaft with one hand. Vic opened his mouth, tongue out, to catch his cum. Foster watched as his seed spilled over Vic’s tongue and chin, his groans of pleasure filling the room.
After the last shot, Vic leaned forward and suckled him near to the root again, cleaning him. He eagerly lapped up every drop, appearing not to notice the standoff that had just occurred around him.
He smiled up at Foster. “Yummy.” He stroked Foster’s still hard cock. “And ready for more. Even better.”
Foster stared down at Vic, noticing how green his eyes were.
Vic’s face turned into another’s for a second.
Foster shook his head, forcing the memory back.
Vic rose and pushed Foster’s shirt up on his way. Once it was off and littered the floor with the rest of their clothes, Vic whispered, “I want that monster inside me.”
Foster’s cock twitched, eager to make that happen. He took a step, kicking out of his pants and boxers that had ended up in a pile around his feet. Vic took Foster’s hand before leading him to Ashley, who still kneeled in the middle of their bed, glaring at them both. Once he climbed in and pushed her to her back, Vic slid his two fingers back inside her pussy.
“I’m not sure I’m still in the mood,” Ashley said, her tone clipped.
“I thought that’s what you wanted? All of us… together.”
