With eagerness to mirror the same motion, I pull Stan in by his neck and kiss him, smiling into his mouth.
Lix must be feeling left out, so Stan helps me slide down onto my knees with him. But not before he slides something under my knees. I look down, seeing a folded towel that turns wet quickly on the shower floor.
Still, it helps cushion the impact on my knees, while I’m carrying the extra weight of my rather rounded middle.
I kiss Stan quickly as thanks for being mindful of my physical limits. He chuckles so cutely that I kiss him again.
When he and I are both in position to lick Lix’s cock, the man left standing only hesitates a little before his knees buckle, making him lean against the wet wall.
“Fuck,” Lix curses as we take more of his precum-coated cock into our mouths, Stan taking one side, while I’m on the other.
Stan’s making a mess, slobbering over the tip and swirling his tongue to clean the precum that keeps leaking out of Lix’s tip.
I, on the other hand, leave a trail of warm kisses down the shaft, both of us earning Lix’s breathless groans.
I don’t know if I’ll make it on time for the girls’ indoor spa tradition, but I’ll have a rather decent—or more truthfully,indecent—reason to show up late.
Surely, though I’ll keep the reason a secret, Elle and Kaye would understand.
After all, I’ve found that any moment with love leading it is always worth savoring.
“Coming,” Lix murmurs between moans. “I’m coming.”
Stan parts his lips open wide, his gray eyes half-lidded and looking up at Lix, who groans and lets out his load, rope after rope.
It smears across Stan’s bottom lip, dripping down the edge of his smirking mouth.
Mesmerized, I watch as Stan’s tongue darts, cleaning every drop off of his lips right before he swallows all of it down.
“Such a good boy,” Lix whispers, catching his breath. He turns to me, eyelids heavy, as he smiles. “And you’re our good girl, Em.”
His praise warms me. He kneels down, kissing me on the lips, making me feel much warmer.
26
Stan
June 20 — On a boat to the tropics
The Disney cruise cabin is so aggressively wholesome.
Oceanview room. Super polished wood. Plush bedding. Mickey-themed throw pillows. The damn works.
Which is ironic, because in this bed, we are absolutely anything but wholesome.
Em’s on top of me, her knees on either side of my hips, and her mouth doing things to mine that makes my thoughts evaporate.
I’ve got one hand at her waist and the other in her hair, tugging her into me ‘cause I honestly can’t get enough of her.
Her glasses are off—set on the nightstand like they’re waiting for her to go back to being responsible, which isnothappening on my birthday—and her hair’s a little mussed, cheeks warm, lips soft. I’m losing my damn mind about it.
Across the bed, Lix is leaned back against the headboard like he’s watching TV, except the TV ismegetting kissed stupid.
And he’s eating devil’s food cake.
Mydevil’s food cake.
My birthday cake that got delivered with a little Mickey plaque and a candle that smelled like vanilla.
