“And we don’t want to know who’s doing the deed, sweetheart,” said Jersey. “We all want too.”
That was sweet and troubling at the same time.
“I suppose you’re right.” My eyes flicked to the box of condoms in the trash, and I got an idea.
“Wait here,” I said. I rushed to the bedroom and pulled out the little sewing kit I kept for emergencies. I returned to the kitchen with it and snatched the box of condoms from the trash. I took four, and then picked one, and with a pin from the sewing kit speared it a few times.
“What are you doing?” said Cole.
“We’ll keep up with the condoms for a while. Each time one of them will be pricked with the pin.”
“Apt description,” said Tobias wryly.
I stood and rummaged through the drawer until I found the little baggies I used to make up snacks for work and a black permanent marker. Then I marked a bag number one and tossed the first set of four condoms in there. Then I did the same for bag two and three and so on until I filled four baggies.
“To give each man an equal chance, take one from the same bag until it is used up for each time we get together.”
“What happens if there are three of us, and there’s only two in the bag?” said Tobias.
Sometimes he’s such a lawyer it annoys me.
“Fine,” I said and tossed an extra undamaged condom in each bag. That should cover the probabilities.
“You know what?” said Cole pulling me close to him. “I think we should give your idea a test now.” He put his hands on my breasts and tweaked my nipples.
“I like your thinking, Kane,” said Jersey. He stood at my back and nibbled my neck, and massaged my rear, which the bastard knew always got me going.
“I haven’t eaten,” I protested.
“That’s okay, baby, I have something for you to eat.”
That was Rory, and I looked to the side to find he pulled out and was now stroking his cock.
“Sit on the counter island,” said Cole. “I have an idea.”
By now, we’ve all learned the Cole had wild ideas we like, so Rory didn’t say a word and hopped on the counter. He kicked off his blue jeans and sat with his legs wide open and his cock standing at attention.
“There you go, baby,” said Cole. “Breakfast.”
Cole slapped my ass playfully. “Then get at it, baby.”
“Yes, sir,” I said.
“Now, you’re talking, hon,” said Rory.
“Wait,” said Jersey. He moved in front of Rory with his back to him.
“What are you doing, Dys,” said Rory. “Cockblocking me?”
“Hell, no. I just didn’t have any cream in my coffee, so I thought I’d get some now.”
Jersey slid to his knees in front of the counter and pulled me forward by the hips to hover over his face.
“I love this,” he said as he kissed my labia. And hell, yes, I loved it too. Jersey’s tongue was extremely talented, and he knew all the best spots to hit. So while I sucked and nibbled on Rory’s cock, Jersey licked and kissed my tender flesh.
It wasn’t long before Cole’s tongue lashed at my rosebud, and now I squirmed in delight. With Jersey’s mouth on my clit and Cole’s tongue buried at that forbidden place, waves of pleasure swept through me. I moaned over Rory’s cock.
“Fuck, yeah,” groaned Rory. I clutched his waist as my thighs shivered. My knees buckled, and I struggled to stand upright. Cole’s tongue speared the ring of muscle at my rosebud, and fucked my ass with his tongue.
