Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“Are you not letting Brady go?” Kit asks.
Prescott thrusts against my ass, his hard cock pressed against me through the layers of material between us. He’s still fully dressed, but he’s only wearing sweatpants, and I can feel how hard he is.
Prescott’s voice rumbles in my ear as he talks to Kit. “I’m thinking about how hot it would be if I held him back while you teased him. Licked him. Brought him so close to the edge and then backed off.”
I bite my lip to stop the protest from escaping because I want that. I really, really want that, but I also want to come. There’s a very good chance the second Kit’s lips are wrapped around me, I will explode in his mouth.
“And I thought I was the mean one,” Kit says with a smirk on his face.
It’s true. In bed, Kit is the bossy one. Prescott is more playful. Outside of the bedroom, they’re both laid-back and chill, though Kit seems to have more substance to him. Prescott is flirty and fun. There’s some weird role-reversal shit going on with Prescott, and I can’t help thinking it has something to do with what they were yelling about when I arrived. Now is not the time to ask about it though. I need to get off and don’t want to ruin the mood.
“Look at the poor guy,” Kit taunts. “He’s already trembling, and we’ve barely touched him.”
“I’m desperate,” I croak. “I need you. Both of you.”
Kit glances over my shoulder at Prescott. Prescott’s arms tighten around me while Kit pulls my underwear down my legs to my ankles.
My cock is hard and leaking, and when Kit’s mouth closes over the tip, my reflex is to push inside as far as he can take me, but Prescott is too strong at holding me back.
Kit does more than tease and lick. He draws his mouth up slowly across my tight skin. I reach behind me to cup the back of Prescott’s neck and rest my head on his shoulder, but he doesn’t let me.
“Nuh-uh. Kit wants you to watch him tease you.”
The thing is, he might be trying to tease me, but I’m so pent-up that I’m already close to the edge. Watching him is only going to send me flying off it.
I shake my head. “I can’t.” The words come out stilted as I breathe heavily. “Not without … Oh fuck. I’m going to come already. Wait, wait, wait, I can’t come so soon.”
But it is too late, and as I fill Kit’s mouth with my cum, a warm chuckle from Prescott hits my shoulder. Kit drinks me down, taking every last drop, but when I’m spent, he pulls off and joins in on Prescott’s amusement.
Prescott releases me so I can pull up my boxer briefs.
“That was so not fair,” I say.
Prescott pulls Kit up off the floor. “Nope. Not fair is Kit not sharing your release with me.” He tugs on Kit’s hand, pulling them together until their lips meet. They look so hot together when they kiss, two overly masc men trying to one-up each other and gain control.
When they finally pull apart, they both smile over at me.
“This isn’t exactly the way I was hoping our last night would go.” I pout.
They share a weird glance again, and Prescott looks pissed, but in the next second, Kit advances on me. “Our night is nowhere near over with.”
Thank fuck.
CHAPTER FOUR
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Out of all the young college guys Kit and I have brought home over the years, Brady is someone we’ve both gotten used to quickly. He fits with us. He’s easygoing. Not jealous. He’s fucking perfect.
But as much as I love having him here, Kit and I have issues we need to straighten out.
Best friends and roommates don’t drop the bombshell that they’re leaving without the expectation of it blowing up. Kit completely blindsided me.
Kit and I have been inseparable since we met during BUD/s training in our early twenties. We were both smart enough to have a few years of enlistment under our belt before we applied to BUD/s, but we still weren’t prepared for what we had to endure. We were there for each other when one of us or both were ready to tap out of the rigorous tasks the navy gave us to prove we were fit enough to become SEALs.
After we graduated from the program, we were assigned to different SEAL teams, but we were both based here in Coronado, so we moved in together as roommates. Then came the awesome day I was assigned a new team. His team.
Somewhere along the way, lines blurred, starting with the night a hot little thing at Bottoms Up wanted to go home with two big, strong SEALs. It became a habit, picking up random guys, and it has worked for us for so long.