Oh please, please, please.
I swirled my too-thin fingers around my hole. I couldn’t reach deep enough to touch where I was aching the most. So empty. So fucking slippery and wet.Fuck. I was open wide, ready like I’d never been before. I could fucking take those two dicks after all.
Please, come up here and fuck me. Fuck me hard. Please!
Maybe the guys would hear my needy whines. Maybe they would burst into the room. They’d grab me, spread me out, andfill me up. They would hold me pinned down for each other and take turns, and they would reach and fill and bruise every nook and cranny inside me. And it would hurt. Oh yeah. I wanted it to fucking hurt. I’d come my brains out ten times in a row, my body all but sucking on glorious, thick, hard dicks. Fucked out like never before in my life, I’d beg them to do it all over again.
Whimpering, I came onto my stomach.
I saw the cum spill out of my cockhead and onto my skin, but the pleasure was weak. Damned alcohol. It made me aggressively horny while dampening all sensations.
Dissatisfied and in a foul mood, I took a shower and brushed my teeth. My head was hazy, spinning when I moved too fast, but I managed. I fell back into bed naked.
When I woke up, I found a damp towel in bed with me.Ugh. My head hurt, and my mouth felt as if something had died inside, even though I did remember brushing my teeth. As I sat up, my stomach heaved.
For fuck’s sake. Why did I do this to myself? I hadn’t drunk more than three shots. When did I become such a lightweight?
Blurry memories popped up in my head as I trailed to the bathroom.
Jordy standing by the bar counter, white-knuckling the edge, eyebrows drawn together and mouth open. Monty kneeling before him, those massive shoulders heaving and head moving…
Then Monty’s dick in Jordy’s mouth, thick and veiny. His eyes on me. Jordy’s look after he swallowed the cum…
Fucking hell. Did I really see all of that? How could I erase it from my memory now?
Behind the window, the mountains rose, wrapped in wispy clouds.
Hike. I was supposed to go on hikes for my stupid mental health.
The peaks looked imposing and verywet, but I had bought enough outdoor gear to supply a ranger station. Might as well walk off the weird hangover.
9
MONTY
The guys from the mill dropped a pile of firewood at the end of my driveway at eight in the morning. I had a mug of coffee, then, wearing my oldest jeans, I went out to stack it under the roof.
It took me almost an hour, which was a good thing because otherwise, I’d be downstairs, climbing the walls, waiting for Laurel to wake up.
Would he freak out? I hoped not. Last night, he’d wanted to watch. Jordy and I didn’t push him into anything… But he’d been a little tipsy too, so chances were, he’d regret it.
Should I act as if nothing had happened? Probably. Which was maddening because I’d been sure he’d liked the show. Hell, I’d enjoyed it way too much, watching his face as he’d watched us.
He’d looked so hot, transfixed by our little performance. He’d worried his bottom lip until it had gotten all red and swollen, and his eyes had darkened, eyelids heavy.
If he wanted, I could perform for him every night, and I could easily rope Jordy into it. He had an exhibitionist streak a milewide. We could become Laurel Riley’s personal cam boys. I had no qualms or reservations about providing that extra service in my free time. Or during working hours, for that matter.
When I had the firewood neatly stacked along the garage wall, I noticed a flicker of light in an upstairs window—the bathroom in the suite. Laurel was awake.
I hurried to my apartment, washed up, and changed into a nice pair of jeans and a clean shirt.
I was setting up in the breakfast room when a creaking floorboard on the landing announced that my guest was coming.
Don’t act nervous. It’s like any other morning. He didn’t see your dick last night.
Laurel Riley had seen my dick. And it hadn’t been just an accidental wardrobe malfunction. He’dwantedto see my dick.
“Morning!” I said a tad too loudly when he appeared in the breakfast room.
