“You’re sweet,” I managed.
“He’s not too sweet,” Blake grunted. He reached around his best friend, brushing his side, then dragged his fingers along the side of my belt. “Never gave me a compliment like that.”
Casey and I both laughed. Casey turned as he pushed his hair back, then pressed his forehead to Blake’s. “You’re not bad-looking yourself, buddy.”
Blake grunted. “Casey,” he said, his voice rough and low. He looked over Casey’s shoulder, catching me with his gaze. “Russell.”
He only said our names, but somehow, I heard all the doubts in there. They were Casey and Blake, and I was Russell Young. All three of us hooking up together felt like it would break a million unspoken rules.
But now that we were standing here, there was no way I could stop. It was like a meteor flashing through space or something, like trying to stop a shooting star.
Please, please don’t stop, my heart begged. Even if this never happened again, I needed it to happen now. I needed to know that they saw me like I saw them, as hot and desirable and fully capable of doing something crazy like this.
I needed them to see me.
“I won’t tell Peyton,” I said, the words slipping out before I could think better.
Casey grinned as he turned back to me. He reached out and grabbed my shoulder, rubbing it, and the flame from his touch burned through my veins. “Won’t tell Peyton what, Russell?” he teased.
Blake snorted a laugh. He reached around and grabbed Casey’s crotch, pawing it as Casey sucked in a sharp breath and quivered in front of me. “You know what,” he growled in Casey’s ear.
Oh fuck. Blake was massaging Casey’s boner through his jeans. This was really happening.
Casey sucked in a raspy breath. He pushed his hands against my chest, and when my heart pounded against his palm, I jumped forward and threw myself against him with a kiss.
Casey’s beard was rough against my skin as our lips crashed together. I licked at his teeth and rode up against him, the slow build exploding into something fierce and greedy. When he pulled me in his arms, I ended up between him and Blake. They grabbed at my face, tugging me back and forth as they each kissed me and each other, beard and stubble burning on my cheeks.
“Fuck,” Blake groaned, bucking up against me.
“Fuck,” I agreed, breathing the word.
Casey’s hands found my chest, and Blake found my hips as he started working along the waistband of my jeans. My cock twitched, and the sensation of four hands exploring me at once was nearly overpowering. I whimpered and reached for the toolbelt, fumbling with the buckle, but Casey grabbed my hand.
“Keep this on,” he said in my ear. “And we’ll strip you down and have some fun making you come. Would you like that?”
I twitched, and I suddenly became very aware that I was wearing panties.
Fuck, they were going to know everything.
Blake and Casey were going to see everything.
I looked up to Blake. He was standing behind Casey, his hand casually on his friend’s hip but his eyes burning into me. “Yeah,” I managed, my heart pounding. “Yeah, I want that.”
Blake grunted and grabbed my hip, pulling me toward them. While Casey undid my shirt, Blake rubbed his palm up my erection, griping me and playing until he finally opened my jeans and pushed his hand in.
I moaned under my breath. Their scents washed over me, and hormones flooded my brain like I’d just done a shot of hard liquor. As Casey pulled my shirt off, he groaned my name, then latched his lips onto Blake’s neck, kissing him while they finished undressing me.
I stood there, my knees weak as their hands traced my body. I was wearing a thin black pair of briefs, and they hugged my butt and cupped my cock just right, the soft fabric pulled taut by my erection.
My cock strained the panties, throbbing against the cotton, and I held my breath as the guys dragged their eyes across my skin. I fought my self-consciousness, standing there with pink lips and blue eyelids and a toolbelt over my nearly naked body, a worry taking shape that I was ridiculous. But thankfully, Casey and Blake didn’t give me time for that.
“Fucking hot,” Blake grunted. His hand landed on my ass with a squeeze, and he held my gaze so tight, it was like his eyes were fucking me.
Casey pulled me up against him, then kissed me. “Fucking hot,” he agreed. “Russell fucking Young.”
I laughed. “You have to stop calling me that,” I said, then grabbed the back of his head for a kiss, losing myself in the pleasurable burn of his beard.
This was actually happening. Insane.
