"Okay, this is definitely my cue to leave," Reeve says, getting up off the floor.
"Like hell it is," I say gruffly, in a way that sounds foreign to my own ears. "It's because of you we're here, doing this. Talking so openly like this. I want you here. Preferably a lot closer. And involved. If that's okay with you?" I check with Jett.
"Of course it's okay with me. I like you, Reeve. And you're a part of this, whether you like it or not."
"You sure?" His eyes dart between us as he approaches.
My eyes fall to his erection, visible through the denim.
"I am," Jett confirms.
"One thousand percent," I say, pulling him in by his wrist once he's within range.
"You're hurt, though," he says, taking in Jett's leg, which, yes, does pose a logistical problem.
But who's got time for logistics?
"It's fine," Jett says, waving Reeve's concern away, clearly on the same horny page as me. "Besides…" Jett smiles sweetly at the two of us. "My legs have nothing to do with my ability to suck cock."
18
Reeve
Truer words have never been spoken. Jett's mouth on my dick is a dream. So is Wilkin's, to be fair. Good thing for me, I don't have to choose. I get the privilege of watching them taking turns blowing me.
I'm standing up with the two of them on the couch so that Jett doesn't have to move. Jett's currently swallowing me all the way down to the base, pulling all the way out, then repeating, while Wilkin is focused on my balls, plopping them into his mouth, tugging ever so slightly on them, then releasing them, eliciting sensations in my body I've never experienced before.
I'm lost in a world of pleasure, amazed I'm able to stand on my feet as these guys turn my body to jelly, when Jett curls his fingers around my shaft, looks up, and smirks. "How do we figure out who fucks who? I'm assuming slash praying to every god and deity I know that you're a top."
I caress his soft cheek with my thumb, grinning at his audacity. "I am."
He turns to Wilkin. "And you? Top or bottom?… Or vers?"
Wilkin nudges his chin forward. "Take a guess."
"Ugh, don't make me think. I'll say…top."
"Nope. I'm a bottom, all the way, baby. A powerbottom, in fact."
Jett's eyebrows ascend to his hairline. "That so?"
"It is."
"Because, see, I consider myself to be quite the powerbottom, too."
Wilkin's voice takes on atone. "Jett…it's not a competition."
"Exactly." I step in before this goes sideways. "I don't want this to be a battle."
"Oh, it's gonna be a battle. Believe me."
I swallow my grin. "That's not what I meant. Besides, you're banged up. How do you see yourself getting fucked?"
"On the floor, on my side," he replies, not needing any thinking time.
I can't help but chuckle in amusement. "Does that work for you?" I ask Wilkin.
He does take some time to think about it. "It does. We can lie on our sides facing each other, kissing…" He winks at me. "And you can take turns going between us."
