A spark of mischief crept into Aimee’s expression. She dabbed a bit of frosting onto Troy’s throat before bending to lick it off, her tongue darting out to trace the ridge of muscle.
Troy’s breath hitched, his hand sliding to her thigh beneath the hem of my t-shirt. “Definitely cheating. But I’m not complaining.”
Not to be outdone, I grabbed a cream-filled donut, squeezing it gently until a glob of vanilla custard oozed out. Carefully, I deposited it on Aimee’s collarbone, where the t-shirt had slipped down, watching her shiver as I bent to clean it with slow, thorough strokes of my tongue.
“You’re making a mess of my donuts.” I couldn’t keep the grin from my face as Aimee retaliated by smearing cream on my left nipple.
“Oh no, the sacred donuts.” She leaned in to lick the cream from my chest. My cock twitched against my thigh. “Whatever will we do?”
Troy laughed, the sound rich and relaxed for the first time since Aimee had left for the bathroom. He grabbed my maple bacon donut and bit into it, letting glaze smear across his lips before kissing Aimee, sharing the sweet-salty flavor.
I watched them, a strange ache building in my chest that had nothing to do with lust and everything to do with the realization that these two were the only people in the whole world who liked me for who I was. Not just the class clown, the impulsivefirefighter, the guy who made everyone laugh. They saw beneath all that to the parts of me I kept hidden, the vulnerable core I’d protected with jokes and antics for so long.
Aimee broke the kiss and turned to me, her eyes soft with an emotion I wasn’t ready to name. “You’re thinking too hard,” she said leaning in for a maple-flavored kiss that made my toes curl.
“Me? Never,” I murmured against her lips.
She leaned back enough to fix me with a knowing look. “Bullshit. There’s a brilliant, sensitive mind behind all that goofiness. You just hide it well.”
I winked and dabbed some cream on the side of her throat, then licked it up, watching as her thighs pressed together and she arched up into the touch. So that was one of her good spots.
Troy’s fingers teased at the bottom of the t-shirt, skimming across her bare thigh. “Do you think we should take that off? Wouldn’t want to stain Rhett’s shirt.”
Aimee hesitated for a beat, then met Troy’s eyes and tugged my t-shirt over her head, tossing it aside with a bold grin. “You’re right. Better to be safe, in case more jelly drips.”
“Can’t be too careful,” Troy agreed solemnly, amusement bright in his expression as he dribbled a precise line of chocolate frosting from Aimee’s collarbone down between her breasts.
I groaned, dropping my head dramatically. “My donuts! My beautiful donuts! Sacrificed for the sake of horniness!”
Aimee whimpered, shivering as Troy’s tongue followed the trail of chocolate down her chest. And okay, maybe it was worth the sacrifice.
“Fine, but I’m going to try and lick up every bit of spilled donut. No frosting will be wasted with your hijinks!” Aimee giggled.
Troy met my eyes, raised an eyebrow and reached for a Boston cream donut. Slowly, he broke it open, the vanilla filling oozing between his fingers. His voice dropped to that commanding register that made my stomach flip. “Oops. I seem to have made a mess.” He smeared a dollop of cream on his rapidly hardening cock. “Rhett, be a good boy and clean that up for me.”
My mouth went dry, pulse hammering in my ears. I’d never sucked a cock before. Had thought about it, sure—especially since that first kiss with Troy—but thinking and doing were galaxies apart. Now, faced with the reality of Troy’s beautiful dick hardening before me, decorated with sweet vanilla cream like some obscene dessert, I felt a mixture of nerves and desperate want that made my hands tremble.
“You said it. Don’t want to waste a single drop,” Aimee murmured, her fingers trailing encouragement along my shoulder.
I slid from the couch to my knees on the carpet, positioning myself between Troy’s spread thighs, my mouth watering formore than just the cream. I leaned forward, my eyes locked on his as I extended my tongue, taking a tentative lick along the underside of his shaft.
An unexpected combination—sugary vanilla mixing with the salt of Troy’s skin. I licked again, more confident this time, cleaning the cream while exploring the texture of him, the velvet-softness over steel hardness.
“Mmm, just like that.”
Aimee gasped, her hand trailing over her own breast as she watched me lick Troy, pupils blown wide. Then she shifted beside him, reaching for another donut. She broke off a piece of Boston cream, letting more filling ooze onto Troy’s now fully erect cock. “You’re a natural. Have another treat.”
The sweetness of the cream contrasted with the slight salt of Troy’s pre-cum as I licked him clean again. This time, I grew bolder, taking the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. Troy’s sharp intake of breath was all the encouragement I needed to continue, taking him deeper.
“I’m the only one who has had multiple orgasms today,” Aimee said, her voice low and rough as she watched us. “Maybe Troy deserves another.”
She leaned forward over Troy’s lap, her tongue darting out to lick along Troy’s shaft where my mouth wasn’t covering him. The sight of her—beautiful, confident, uninhibited—made my cock throb painfully between my legs.
She met my eyes with a wicked gleam. “Show him what you like, Troy. Teach him.”
Troy’s hand tightened in my hair, guiding me down further onto his cock. His voice was rough. “Take more. Let me hit the back of your throat.”
I tried to follow his instructions, focusing on breathing through my nose as I took him deeper. The weight of him on my tongue, the stretch of my lips around his girth, the way he throbbed against my palate—it was overwhelming in the best possible way. It was as if his mere presence inside me was consuming me, claiming me, and I wanted more.
