“A d-drink would be great,” I stammered out.
Jordy scanned the shelves above the bar, all business. “Whiskey? Or rum?”
“What kind of rum?”
“From the nicer ones, we got Dominica and Barbados.”
I exhaled. “Pour me whatever you’d choose for yourself.”
He nodded and retrieved a squat, ornate bottle from a higher shelf.
“So, sleep problems?” Monty asked casually, one elbow on the counter.
I couldn’t get over the fact that he’d just swallowed Jordy’s cum. And now he was talking to me with that same mouth. He crossed his legs, and my eyes dropped to the prominent bulge in his jeans. It looked half hard.
Forcing my eyes away from his dick, I scratched my neck.
“I’ve had trouble sleeping for the past six months, at least.”
“Maybe you’ll be able to relax now,” Monty said.
“That’s what I was hoping for. And yet…”
“You’re probably still jetlagged. Give yourself time to settle into the new rhythm.”
Jordy moved one large glass over the wooden counter toward me. Then he poured one for Monty and one for himself.
I was about to lift the drink to my lips, but Monty gestured to the two-seater and armchairs by the fireplace. Jordy grabbed the rum, sauntered around the counter, and put the bottle on the coffee table.
Drink in hand, I sank into one armchair, and they shared the two-seater.
And we stared at each other.
The air felt dense and hotter than it was. It was the spicy scent of Jordy, powerful with sex and cum, combined with the warmth of Monty’s cozy smell.
Jordy cleared his throat. “Cheers, I guess.”
I sniffed the rum, trying to replace the scent of their arousal with something else. Vanilla, caramel, coconut.Relief. Damn, that was nice. I gulped half of the glass in one go and winced. Strong, too.
Monty smacked his lips, and Jordy hummed.
And we stared at each other some more.
Embarrassment still heated my neck. It wasn’t my fault, though. They did it out here! They knew they could have gotten caught. Did they want to get caught? But no, their reaction had been one of clear surprise. They must have thought I’d already been asleep.
I threw back the rest of my rum and set the empty glass on the table.
Jordy lifted the bottle, his dark eyebrows hiking up.
I gave him a single nod. “Sure.”
He refilled my glass, then Monty’s and his, and Monty said, “Cheers.”
I swallowed the sweet, burning liquid and rolled my tongue around my mouth. Warmth spread through my chest. Sniffing at the half-empty glass, I sighed.
“Nice, huh?” Monty asked.
“Very good.”
