“Here’s the thing though,” Andres says while swaying with her. “We like to share. So you’d need to be okay with this.” He grabs my shirt and pulls me flush against her chest. The pressure of both of us pushing against her has Layla moaning. “The two of us inside you.”
“Fucking count me in.”
That took way less effort than I expected.
“You ever been with two men before, dirty girl?” I tease, running my hand up her thigh.
“Two men, two women. A man and a woman.” She laughs. “I’m not a prude like my brother.”
Oh, sweetheart, Brooks is anything but a prude.
We aren’t going to out him to her, though.
“You want to get out of here then, sweetheart?”
Layla nods. “My place is the next street over.”
I’m down, but I glance at Andres to make sure he’s on board with this.
He nods.
“Okay, lead the way, sweetheart.” I catch the slight twitch in Andres’s eye when I call her sweetheart, and a tiny part of me loves that it gets to him.
“Follow me.” Layla walks ahead of us, and we follow behind her.
We walk the block to her apartment. I swear I blink, and we’re already inside, watching her take her sandals off. Layla’s hot, don’t get me wrong, but my thoughts are completely consumed by the man next to me. Andres’s hand brushes against mine—like he can feel what I’m feeling. Like he wants to ground me.
“So boundaries…” She looks between the two of us, sizing us up. “I don’t like being degraded, and I’m not into breath play or things like knife play. But I’m pretty fair game for everything else. Oh, and whoever is inside me wears a condom. I’m on birth control, but that's a hard limit for me.”
Dre and I each pull out a condom from our pockets, and she smiles. “Look at you Boy Scouts. Always prepared.”
No, more like we both know we don’t want kids right now. And birth control isn’t one hundred percent effective.
“We’re good with that,” I say. Dre nods, and then I continue. “I’m a type 1, so my pump might need to stay on—just don’t touch the site or my glucose sensor on the back of my arm.”
“And,” Dre interjects, “I only kiss him. Nothing personal.”
Layla smirks. “All good with me.”
Andres and I undress, then follow her across the small studio apartment to the bed. Layla eyes both of us, taking in our bodies and smiling. I know Andres looks good. And while I’m not completely happy with my body, I know most women find me attractive.
They just don’t see the flaws I see.
The scars from years of pump sites and hospital IVs. My fingertips, dotted with pinpricks. The weight I can’t put on from years of uncontrolled blood sugars.
I close my eyes, and my mind replays Dre’s words from earlier.“You are sexy, Jackson. Every part of you.”
Layla’s voice pulls me out of the memory. “Can I suck your cock while your friend watches, baby?” I open my eyes, and she’snaked and kneeling before me. Andres stares at her, and I know the scowl on his face is because she called me baby.
He looks up at me and mouths “Do it” as if to egg me on.
I smirk. “Yeah, open that pretty mouth for me then, sweetheart.”
Layla gives my cock a few tentative strokes, and while my eyes should be completely on her, every few seconds I’m pulled away. Looking over at Andres, who strokes himself. He’s not watching her suck me either; his eyes are on my face. He’s getting off on the reaction of me getting off.
Not on the act itself.
“Come here.” I motion for him to join us, and without missing a beat, he comes to stand at my side. I grip Layla’s ponytail and pull her off. “I want you to suck him too. Make him feel good, sweetheart.”
