“Come for me. Come nice and hard. Show our girl what you look like when you let go.”
Another grunt from North. And then Jared felt his cock pulse in his hand and knew that he was coming. He slowed his movements and slid his fingers from North’s ass.
Jared ran his hand over North’s cock one more time before the other man lay on his back on the bed, breathing heavily.
Jared held his hand up, showing her the come on his fingers. “Want a taste?”
He didn’t expect her to say yes and he was about to go wash his hands when she nodded.
“Yes please.”
“Fuck,” North muttered as he sat up, staring at her, his breathing coming in hard pants.
His dick was still hard. He would be good for another round, especially since he’d gone so long without coming.
Jared moved toward her, holding his hand in front of her mouth. She slid two fingers into her mouth and sucked.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
“That might just be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” North commented.
He should feel her mouth and tongue around his fingers. Warm and wet. And she was sucking on his fingers like she never wanted to let go.
Imagine what her mouth would feel like around his dick.
“I think your worries about giving blow jobs are unfounded,” he told her.
She slid her mouth away from his fingers. “That tasted better than I thought.”
“Well, I am sugar and spice and all things nice,” North told her dryly.
Jared snorted. “I’ve always thought that about you. Both of you stay there.”
After giving that command, he walked into the bathroom to wash his hands. He caught sight of himself in the mirror.
He looked . . . happy.
A shock of alarm hit him.
Taking a deep breath in, he calmed himself.
Nothing was going to happen to the two of them.
He would make certain of that. This wasn’t Colombia.
Beltran was thousands of miles away. But perhaps he needed to increase his security measures? Get North a bodyguard.
Angie needed two.
He could do that.
Anything he wanted, he got.
“Jared?”
Turning, he saw North standing in the doorway, staring at him.
“Yeah?” he asked as he dried his hands.
