“Well, since I have no clue what either of you drive, it’s mine.” Carly opened the door to the backseat, but before she let me near the door, she said, “Do not puke in my car. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head with less control than a bobblehead and crossed my heart like I was five. “Promish.”
Carly stared at me and then at Brock. I looked at him too. I pointed at him, poking him in the chest.
“No puking in the pretty girl’s car,” I told him. My head wobbled the whole time.
Brock saluted me. “Aye, aye!”
“Just get in the car,” Carly sighed. She walked around the car, getting behind the wheel. “I think breakfast is in order.”
Breakfast was a whole ordeal, but a necessary evil. Biscuits, gravy, eggs, and fried potatoes sopped up most of the alcohol. Enough so I could appreciate just how “go ge or us” Carly was. I hadn’t realized I’d fucked up the word so badly until she corrected me on it.
Carly was fucking funny as hell. She kept up with the banter, even saddled with two drunk-ass frogs. I was happy for my buddy. Brock had found a decent girl in a sea of…well, my granny would wash my mouth out with soap if I finished that thought.
“So, boys, what’s next for the two of you?” Carly asked as she wiped her mouth with the napkin from her lap.
It had been a long time since I’d eaten with a woman. Hell, with anyone with manners or the time to use them.
Brock, the awkward motherfucker, just raised his eyebrows and continued shoveling food in his mouth. I scoffed and shook my head at him.
Looking back at Carly, I said, “Deployment in a few days.”
She sighed, glancing between both of us. “You’re on the same team?”
Brock nodded, as did I.
“Yep.”
“Well, boys, what say we have a little fun before you go play in the sand?” Carly said with a wink.
I stared at her as a smirk spread across my face like the Grinch’s as he stared down at Whoville. I looked at Brock, and his eyes were as big as saucers. He swallowed hard; his eyes darted between Carly and me as he nodded.
Less than half an hour later, I shoved Carly up against the wall next to my apartment door as Brock pulled my keys out of my front pocket.
My brain registered how his fingers brushed over my cock before pulling out the keyring and unlocking the door. Stronger and harder, Brock’s hand felt different, but not that fucking much, and damn it actually felt good.
Brock wrapped an arm around my chest, pulling me back to this chest. “Inside.”
Why is that so freaking hot?
I glanced up at him as he gazed down at me.
Carly rose on her tiptoes, holding onto my neck to steady herself as she whispered against Brock’s lips. “You should do that growly, sexy thing more often. It sent tingles to all the best places.”
Carly captured Brock’s lips, and I felt him grow hard against my lower back.
That’s different.
I heard a door open down the hall, and I hot-footed us into my apartment before some kid saw something they didn’t need to see.
Once the door closed behind us, clothes flew and hands roved. Male female…it didn’t matter who was touching what or when. All I knew were sensations. If a rough, callused hand felt better than a smooth, soft hand, it was noted, but it didn’t penetrate completely. The haze of passion and lust filled me,making my eardrums hammer erratically and keeping the logical side of my brain from working. Much.
The gasps and moans of Carly and Brock as I watched her suck his dick made my blood thunder through my veins like a locomotive. His cock was long and thick, stretching her mouth wide as I stretched her lips down below around my cock, pushing into her until she gagged on Brock’s dick.
Brock’s eyes met mine as he threw his head back, shoving his cock further into Carly’s mouth as I set a punishing pace. I locked my eyes on Brock’s, watching pleasure catch fire and turn into an inferno inside his eyes.
I’d had threesomes in the past—several, in fact—but never like this. Never once had I noticed the other guy’s cock or pleasure. I’d never given a fuck how good he looked, what made him gasp or groan, but I noticed everything when it came to Brock. I noticed that when Carly deepthroated him, she didn’t get as much of a response as when he was only halfway in her mouth, and his cock seemed to be pushing up against the roof of her mouth.
