Page 224 of Wrong Pucking Player

She sighs and looks everywhere but my eyes while she answers, “I can suck you off.”

“And what does my Kenzie get in the meantime?” I can already imagine her delicate lips wrapping around my length and the hot inner walls of her mouth sucking me dry.

“In the meantime?” she studies my face while I give her no hints of what I mean.

The invitation isn’t necessarily directed to her.

I’m waiting for a certain equipment manager to take the lead.

Kenzie’s going to say something, her mouth half open when she’s forced to look up and back.

Seconds before her lips are claimed by another.

The way I grin is probably the first time I’ve smiled so brilliantly. I can’t help it though. Even with feeling completely out of my usual self, watching these two kiss is the entertainment I’ve been looking for.

What I crave to watch and enjoy.

“What if I take her while she sucks you off?” Wyatt suggests the moment his lips leave Kenzie’s parted ones.

She’s trying to catch her breath, while still balancing herself on my lap. I can tell from the way she’s looking up, then back to me, and up again to Wyatt makes her realize what’s unfolding.

What we’re allowing between the three of us.

“We can’t…” She tries to think of something logical to continue her sentence, but her thought process isn’t catching up.

“I keep my arm straight and get my IV cocktails in me. You suck my cock to alleviate my need to fuck you. Cyrus Jr. fucks you from behind until you’re cumming all over his cock,” I summarize the action that already has my body buzzing with excitement. “Sounds like a good healthcare plan to me.”

“That’s not even close to good,” she groans, yet I see she doesn’t want to refuse me. “We… have to be fast,” she emphasizes. “And quiet.”

“Fast. Quiet. Got it.” I lean forward to claim her sweet lips. “I approve of this care plan, Nurse Andrews.”

“Y-You’re too much,” she grumbles but slides off my lap. “You can get your gear off without interrupting the pump?”

“Maybe.” I’m not sure.

“Let me help out,” Wyatt suggests, which makes me smirk.

“You’re lucky Winchester isn’t around to see you lay a hand on me,” I voice while managing to lift my hips so he can tug off the bottom half of my gear.

I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t acknowledge the twitch of my cock at Cyrus Jr.’s closeness.

He’s reminding me of how I’ve always been gay.

Even when I tried to prove I was into women in my youth.

All I did was fuck them, but never did I kiss them.

That’s why the puck bunnies believed I was gay because I never kissed any of them—even when they begged.

Only Andrews can make me do anything.

“What? He’ll kick my ass after announcing to the world how being gay is disgusting and that he isn’t gay,” Wyatt summarizes before he’s taking a moment to stare at my cock. “No wonder why you need Xandra. You’re suffering, aren’t you?”

His comment is amusing enough to make me smirk.

Andrews is looking between us.

“I never thought I’d see you two get along like this,” she admits while tugging on the teal string of her scrub pants.

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