“Gorgeous,” I whispered back.
EZRA
When I finally recovered from Irving schooling me on the pleasures of the erogenous zone of my nipples with his tongue, I gasped and pulled myself back up on my knees.
It was like I was seeing the room for the first time. I heard a truck rumble by outside the motel and noticed the light filtering through the gauzy red curtains.
And I saw Brick. He had collapsed back against the chair, his legs spread in front of him. His jeans were still undone, and his cock hung out, half-hard and dripping. There were beads of sweat on his hairy chest and a cool, satisfied look on his face.
I turned to Irving, giving him one more quick kiss, then pulled myself up and into my briefs. “Holy shit. That was amazing.”
Brick chuckled, rubbing his boxy jaw. “Yeah, I’d say.”
Irving curled up by my side, placing my glasses back on. In clearer vision, I could see the sticky mess of cum all over my chest and the flash of emerald in Brick’s stare.
“You’re both okay?” Brick asked suddenly, leaning up a little in the chair. He reached down, shoving his cock back in his jeans. “I wasn’t too rough with you?”
I chuckled. “I don’t know if you noticed, Brick, but we were both taking what you dished out.”
Irving nuzzled his head against my arm, and I draped it over his shoulder. “Yeah,” he said. “I liked feeling like you were using me for your pleasure.” As soon as he said it, his cheeks turned pink again, and his breath sounded sharp in his chest for a second.
“Good,” Brick said, leaning back in his chair. He looked almost relieved to hear us say it. “I’m glad.” He rubbed his jaw again, like he was wiping his face off, then returned to staring us. It looked like he was trying to figure out something to say.
My knees were wobbly when I grabbed my jeans, tugging them back on. For how surprised I was that Brick had actually responded to my flirtations, I knew he was probably feeling pretty jittery about now. I didn’t want to say anything that made him turn away from us or give him another opportunity to run.
It had just felt so good to be touched by him and to have him thick and throbbing inside of me. When I turned to see Irving and the beautiful way his lips trembled, it had felt like my whole body was alive with pleasure.
I needed to feel that again. I needed to believe this wasn’t the end of it.
“You’re leaving town?” I asked.
Brick nodded, his hand still dangling over his crotch. “Yeah, I’m leaving town.”
I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, then back to Brick. “Tonight? It’s getting late.”
He stuck his tongue against the side of his mouth, his cheek bulging out. I could tell he knew what I was getting at. “Tomorrow, I suppose. Early afternoon at the latest.”
I grabbed Irving’s hand, holding it up and dancing my fingers across his knuckles. “Then see us again before you go.”
Irving let out a quiet, gentle moan when I said it. Brick’s hand twitched, and his teeth found his bottom lip again.
“You going to come back here?” he asked.
“Yes,” Irving answered, perking up beside me. “Tomorrow. If you’ll let us.”
Brick folded his arms over his chest, sighing. He studied us for a solid minute, his eyes touching every part of our bodies all over again, then nodded. “Fine. Fuck it. Come by tomorrow before I go. You’re something special. Even I can see that.”
My face lit up with a grin. “Yeah, Brick,” I teased, “you’re something special, too.”
“Meet us out for lunch this time, though,” Irving interjected, grabbing his jeans and tugging them on. “At one of the restaurants down the street.”
“Why would I meet you there?”
I reached out and drew my hand up Irving’s backside, making direct eye contact with Brick. “Because you want this, and we asked you to.”
Brick blinked, then let out a low chuckle, starting from his gut and building until it rattled around the deepest part of his chest. He actually looked happy for once, although I knew that wouldn’t last long. “Fine,” he said. “There’s a diner a block away. See you there at one. I’ll get you the special.”
“It’s a date!” I replied, winking as I grabbed Irving’s hand to make our exit. “Just don’t expect flowers!”
