Needing a distraction, I focus on how fuckable Theo’s butt looks in the tight, ripped jeans he’s wearing today. The denim molds itself to his shapely ass, and my fingers itch with a craving to touch him.
There has always been this lingering attraction between us, but I’ve largely ignored it, because Theo always gave off “don’t touch me” vibes, so it never seemed like a possibility.
Until recently.
The air is shifting now Lo is in our lives. Maybe because she’s softening our rough edges. Or we’re all more openly sexual, because we have sex on tap and Lo’s refreshing attitude means we can be ourselves around her. Or, perhaps Theo is finally coming around to the idea there could be an “us.” Whatever it is, I cannot get the idea of touching him and fucking him out of my head, and it’s becoming a problem, because I get hard just looking at him these days.
I’ve lost count of the times I’ve jerked off in the shower to images of the three of us screwing our brains out.
The visuals resurge to the forefront of my mind, and I indulge them.
Anything to avoid thinking of creepy-crawlies and soulless ghosts swirling around me as I walk the oppressive hallways of this dark, depressive mansion.
I let my mind go there, imagining I’m fucking Theo while he fucks our girl. Then we’d switch, and I’d take him into my ass while I pound Lo. Sweat dots the back of my neck, and my dick swells painfully behind the zipper of my jeans as I give in to my deepest desires, wishing I knew how to make them a reality.
CHAPTER 31
Caz
IRETURN TOthe land of the living when I’m shoved forcibly against the wall and a warm, tight body presses up against me. “What were you just thinking?” Lo purrs in that sultry, seductive voice I love so much. Her arms creep around my neck, and she thrusts her gorgeous tits against my chest.
My cock throbs with visceral need, and I rock my hips against her. I glance around, but the others have disappeared into the dining room up ahead. “You don’t want to know,” I croak, urging the beast in my boxers to calm the fuck down.
“Wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.” She slides her hand between our bodies, rubbing my dick through my jeans.
A groan rumbles from the back of my throat. “I was imagining Theo fucking me while I fucked you,” I truthfully admit, because I’m not ashamed of my thoughts.
“I dream about that too.” Her pupils dilate, and precum seeps from the crown of my cock.
I slam my head back against the wall. “Fuck. Kill me now.”
“I’ve a better idea.” The wicked glint in her eyes tells me all I need to know.
“We can’t. Dinner’s about to be served.”
She palms my dick, giving it a firm squeeze. “Are you doubting my talents? You think I can’t get you off in a matter of minutes?”
I grab her wrist, tugging her past the open doorway toward the bathroom at the end of the hallway. “You know I love a challenge, and you’ve just set one.” I pull her into the bathroom and lock the door, shoving her to her knees as I unzip my jeans, pushing them and my boxers down my legs.
Her tongue darts out, and she licks my balls. A primitive moan crawls up my throat, and my dick pulses when she rubs her finger against my taint, teasing my asshole.
“Get ready, babe. I’m about to blow your mind,” she promises.
Lo takes my cock into her mouth the same time one finger slides into my ass. She sucks me hard, pumping her finger in and out of my ass, while her free hand alternates between cupping my balls and holding the base of my shaft in her tight grip.
My eyes roll back in my head as I give myself over to sensation. Grabbing the back of her head, I hold her in place as I fuck her mouth raw. A familiar tingle starts at the base of my spine, and my balls tighten. I bite down on my lip to contain my roar as my orgasm rockets through me. I spill deep into her mouth, my cock pulsing as I release every single drop down her throat.
When she pulls her finger from my ass, I lift her up by the shoulders and make love to her mouth, savoring the taste of me on her lips. “God, I fucking love you,” I rasp over her mouth. “I must’ve done something right in this life to deserve someone like you.”
“Ditto, babe.” She pecks my lips softly, smiling as she eases out of my hold to wash her hands. I yank up my jeans and boxers, fixing myself into place, as Lo smooths out her hair and reapplies gloss to her lips.
We exit the bathroom with matching grins, walking into the dining room hand in hand. Four pairs of eyes swing our direction. “Harlow! Caz!” Alisha slurs, lifting a glass filled to the brim with clear liquid I know isn’t water. “How lovely to see you.” Her gaze drops to our conjoined hands, and she frowns, turning to her son. “Baby, why is your wife holding hands with your friend?”
Saint rolls his eyes to the ceiling while Theo stares at Lo and me, his cheeks flushing. I’m quite partial to that look on him, and my cock stirs in my jeans again.
If we don’t fuck soon, I’m likely to explode.
Galen sighs. “Mom, I just told you. Harlow is married to all of us.”
