“Yakov, I love you with the force of a thousand napalm bombs!”
“Pray my asshole is not as tight as my wallet or you will never fit!”
I reluctantly break the greatest kiss of my life to wrap my hand around Zilv’s throat and push him against the wall. “I’m not cheap, I just refuse to give you money for a dumb business idea!”
“For fuck’s sake, Zilv! Did you ask Yak to fund your Jewish mafia video game?”
“Video game?”
“Kosher Kombat.”
I shake my head. “Not a video game, he wanted me to invest in dissolvable condoms.”
The others fall silent for a moment, then exclaim, “What?” in unison.
Zilv pushes me away and I allow him. “Cockables. LikeLunchables, but for cocks.” I swear I can hear everyone else blink as they stare at him in shock. I already heard his ridiculous pitch, and I’m not shocked anymore by his absurdity. “Kosher prophylactics that taste great. For sex workers during blowjobs. They protect themselves from grody dicks while enjoying a scrumptious snack.”
Blanche surprises us all when she drops her arm around Zilv’s shoulder and leads him into the compound. “I don’t hate this idea, though I don’t see the need to mention they are kosher. Tell me more about it. Wouldn’t the condom then taste like grody dick as it dissolves?” Before the door closes, she glances at me over her shoulder. “You and Monty? Hawt. Forgot you two had grody dicks for a second there. Give my sister the life she deserves…and orgasms. Lots and lots of orgasms.”
Christopher Montgomery 3.
I have never been more aware of my lips in my life…or my throbbing dick. Good thing Zilv is a fucking idiot, or they would have noticed how turned on I was by a simple fucking kiss.
Yak and I have been best friends, inseparable as Zilv said, for over 20 years. We’ve fucked around with women right next to each other, we’ve spit-roasted a few, but we have never so much as made lingering eye contact, let alone kissed one another.
So why did his lips on mine, our shared breath, and his grunt of pleasure feel as natural as riding in this car together? Like something we’ve done thousands of times. He kissed me. And it was good.
“I kissed a boy and I liked it.”
Yak slowly turns his head to stare at me, blinking twice, before turning back to the road. I watch his profile, following his Adam’s apple as he swallows. The silence stretches between us until he clicks his tongue. “Did you just quote Katy Perry?” I nod with a shitty grin. “You kissed aman…actually, you didn’t do anything.Ikissed a man and I liked it.”
“You did?”
Yak reaches across the console and grabs my hand. The warmth of his skin startles me enough that it takes me a few seconds to realize I am now cupping his impressive erection, his handmolding mine to squeeze it. His cock twitches beneath my grip, my stomach flips at the sensation.
“Does this answer your question?”
“Yak—”
“Best fucking kiss of my life, Monty.” He steers my hand back to my own lap, his knuckles brushing against my eager dick. “Can’t talk about it,” he says with a shake of his head.
“Yak, 20 fucking years, and you just kissed me—”
“Can’t talk about it because I want to pull off the road and do it again. Want to hear what other noises I can drag out of you. Want to see the dark skin of your hand around my fucking cock.” I stare at him in surprise, not expecting any of it. The raw honesty of his words, his guttural tone. His heated gaze is too much inside of this fucking vehicle. I slap the control and turn the A/C to the highest setting. “I want, Chris, didn’t know how much until…but I must get to Sophia. Have to put eyes on her.” He rubs his chest like it physically pains him and I understand exactly what he’s feeling because I’m feeling it too.
“This isn’t just because we both want her?”
“Fucking moron.” He hisses, the heat in his eyes banked by irritation. “I hate that she’s in pain, Monty. Fucking guts me. The fact that she comes to us for comfort makes me feel 15-feet tall and invincible.”
I feel the same. Sophia Goldman is imperfect perfection. Breathtakingly beautiful, intelligent, and feminine in a way that calls to me on a visceral level. She is an accomplished businesswoman, devoted sister, and giving friend, but she wants to yield to someone. Turn off the expectations of the world and just float.
“I’m a fucking asshole, because while fear is demanding squatter’s rights in her brain, all I can think about is how fucking good it feels to have both of you in my bed.” His admission is unexpected.
“Inevitable.” He dips his chin at me in agreement, then slips his hand through mine and holds it tightly as he drives. We sit like that for a few miles. “Do you think Sophia will be open to the prospect of the three of us together?”
“I don’t know. What do you want?” He asks lowly, if not a little hesitant. Yakov Dorfman is not a hesitant man.
“Well, I want you to bend Sophia over your knee and spank her for leaving without her security detail. Then I want her to sit in my lap, squirming from a tender ass, while I soothe her.” He chuckles with fire in his eyes. I glance down at his cock and laugh nervously. It appears to have doubled in size.
