Page 33 of Fembot
“Those are mine, but I didn’t tell him to wear them.”
Calvin turned his head and shot them a smile. It held more warmth than Winston expected to see, and it was that warmth that stole Winston’s breath. He could almost pretend that Calvin was real. Winston squeezed Lucky’s hand.
“Hello, Calvin. You look nice.” Winston stepped further into the room.
“Thank you, Winston.” Calvin brushed his hand down his naked chest and turned his attention to Lucky. “I hope it’s okay that I borrowed these. You said I could wear whatever I liked.”
“It’s fine, Calvin. In fact, you can keep those. They look far,farbetter on you anyway.” Lucky looked at Winston. “Don’t they, Winnie?”
“Yeah.” Winston exhaled a breath he’d been holding. Lucky pulled Winston against him and buried his face in the curve of Winston’s neck. Lips grazed Winston’s flesh, and his cock responded with a throb that pulled at Winston’s core.
“Tell Calvin how nice he looks.” Lucky told him as he slid his hands under the hem of Winston’s shirt.
“You look nice, Calvin. Really nice.”
Lucky let out a quiet laugh. “You can do better than that.”
Winston took a breath to steady himself, but it was hard with Lucky’s hands on him, teasing him with gentle touches. Light brushes of fingertips over his skin made Winston’s stomach flutter with anticipation.
“You look amazing.” Winston hardly recognized the sound of his own voice. “Hot.”
“That’s better.”
Lucky’s approval made Winston’s head swim. Or maybe it was the way Calvin looked at him with unwavering attention.
“This pleases you?” Calvin asked.
“Very much,” Winston admitted.
“Ask him,” Lucky urged, his lips grazing against Winston’s ear, making him shiver. “Ask him, Winnie.”
“Calvin, I—” Winston paused as he tried to figure out how best to ask. He wanted Calvin to fuck him until he couldn’t move. Until he was a boneless wreck, and then he wanted Lucky to fuck him right after.
“He wants you to fuck him,” Lucky said when it was clear that Winston was going to stand there and fret about how to ask for what he wanted. “He wants you to lube up that fat dick of yours and fuck him blind.”
Calvin scrunched his face. “I will not bring harm to him.”
Winston’s heart couldn’t stand Calvin sometimes. Like when he said endearing things about not harming Winston. Winston held out a hand and beckoned Calvin to come closer.
“It’s an expression, Cal. It means that I want you to fuck me the way you fucked Lucky.”
Calvin’s expression smoothed, and he approached Winston with a swagger in his step. He looked almost smug now that he understood what it was Winston was asking for.
“But it means a lot to hear you say you wouldn’t harm me.”
Calvin took Winston’s outstretched hand, brought it to his mouth, and kissed the back of it.
Jesus Christ on a Christmas cracker, Winston was going to combust and Calvin had barely touched him. But Lucky was there too, not making things easy on Winston. Lucky had moved around to stand behind Winston, and his hands settled heavy and firm on Winston’s hips.
“Are you going to warm him up for me, Calvin? Get him all nice and loose and wet for me.”
Winston didn’t imagine the heat in Calvin’s gaze when he stepped closer or the bulge under Calvin’s skirt when he pressedhimself up against Winston. Calvin put his hands on Winston’s hips and held him still, then ground their erections together.
“Calvin—” Winston gasped at the sudden friction.
“Is that what you want?” Calvin asked him.
It dawned on Winston that though Lucky had told him what Winston wanted, Calvin wanted to hear it from Winston. He was making sure he had consent.
