"Fucking amazing," J.D. said. "Yeah. I feel like we just won, but babe?"
"Hm?" we both replied.
Which made J.D. grin. "Yeah, I like that, but I meant Cody this time," he said. "I think we need to take the prize money and split it with the ones striking."
"I'msook with that," Cody agreed. "They're giving up their chance to win it for us."
I made a little noise at that. "Not so much forusas for the idea. I mean, they're fighting for themselves too, which is why I think you both need to ride tomorrow. This? It's about the judges picking the losers, so they're saying that's not ok. It means if it ever happens to them, they'll get the same chance."
"And a share of the money for helping," J.D. insisted.
Cody pointed at him. "That. Hell, I wish we could do something for Ty and Jake for making this happen."
"Pretty sure Jake got all he wanted last night," J.D. taunted.
Which made me roll my eyes. "Cody is not a reward."
"Ain't she?" J.D. asked. "I mean, I feel real lucky each time she's with me."
Which made her smack his arm. "Gonna guess you didn't get your blowjob this morning like you wanted."
"Nope," he said, playfully pushing at his sweatpants. "Why? That an offer?"
"Sure," Cody said, calling his bluff.
He shoved his pants down, lifting his ass to get them to his thighs. Surprisingly, his dick was already half-hard, likely because he knew we were watching. Then he grabbed it and began slowly stroking the underside.
"I've been a good boy today," he said, "and Tanner didn't even blow me." Then he chuckled and tried to tug his pants back up, making it clear he was just fucking around.
But Cody stopped him, grabbing his wrist to keep his pants where they were. "The way I heard it, Tanner saved the day. That makes him a hero, so I think I should take care of that for you."
Yeah, and now his dick was getting hard fast. Then again, so was mine.
"He did get injured in the course of trying to be the good guy," I told her. "But if you end up on your knees, there's no telling what I might do."
In response, she stood and pulled her shirt over her head. She also wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and when she pushed her sleep shorts down, those panties? Yeah, they weren't the hot or sexy kind. They were just little cotton things with different-colored edges - and I was pretty sure they'd just become my favorites.
"Lose the pants, J.D.," I ordered.
"Oh, I got that," Cody said, bending to grab the fabric on his legs. Then she tugged.
He lifted, helping her get them off, but was scrambling to ditch his shirt at the same time. Then, in that smug way I liked so much, J.D. stretched his arms out along the top of the couch and leaned back, making it clear he was down with a good show.
"Now I really wanna see those pretty lips wrapped around me," he told her. But he flicked a finger at me. "C'mon, sexy. You're wearing too fuckin' much."
Yeah, I really was. Using one hand, I pulled my shirt over my head, then stood. Cody was already stripping off her panties. When she dropped to her knees before him? Damn, my dick was throbbing. She was fucking beautiful. He was power come to life. Not strength. No, J.D. was so much more than that. He was the sort of power people bowed before, and Cody was now in the perfect position for just that.
I moved around behind her bare ass, and lowered myself to my knees as well. Somehow, this was fitting. Then I slid my hand up her back.
"You suck that," I said, my voice coming out rougher than I'd expected, "and I'm going to make sure it's good for you, beautiful."
"You're gonna fuckin' spit roast her," J.D. said.
Cody giggled. "Shut up, J.D." Then she grabbed the base of his dick. "Wouldn't want me to accidentally bite this, right?"
"No, ma'am," he agreed. "But ain't gonna complain at all about the lickin', suckin', and fuckin' parts."
"Fuckin's my job," I told him. "Now be a good boy and take it."
