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)
We haven’t known Brady long, and Kit and I have a complicated history that the navy would hate if they ever found out, but everything is just … ending.
And I don’t like it.
Brady’s breath increases with every thrust, his hand tightening around my shaft. His grip is firm, almost to the point of too firm, but it’s okay because it helps bring me back from coming before I even get inside him.
Kit blankets Brady’s body, leaning over him and kissing the middle of Brady’s shoulder blades while he thrusts hard inside his body.
Instinctively, I reach for Kit, cupping the back of his head. When he glances up at me in surprise, I hate myself because I’m supposed to be mad at him. But I can’t deny that my best friend has a hold over me. It’s always been there between us, this short tether intertwining our lives. We’ve been in each other’s orbit for almost ten years, and this is how it ends.
That anger whittles away to sadness, so I push forward and seal my mouth over Kit’s and kiss him like it’ll be the last time.
Everything we’re doing will be our last time, so I want to make it worth it.
“I want you to pull out when you come and come all over his back so I can lick it off him,” I say.
Kit’s eyes roll back in his head, and Brady moans. I have them both right where I want them.
“Do it,” I say to Kit.
His movements turn erratic, and I know he has to be close. In the next second, he quickly pulls out, whips off the condom, and jerks himself until he paints Brady’s back with cum.
Brady’s hand on me slows while he breathes deeply, and for a second, I think Brady’s come again too, but when I crook my finger under his chin and lift his face toward mine, the lust and want in his eyes is as strong as ever. The desperation is a turn-on.
“You ready for me now?”
“Yes.” He nods. “I need it.”
I place a gentle kiss on his nose and tap his shoulder to rise up on his knees to let me off the chair.
Brady lays his forehead on the couch cushion while I move behind him, and Kit gets out of my way. I’m dying to get inside Brady, but Kit’s cum on his back is too hard to resist. I run my finger through it and lift it to my mouth.
Kit reaches for the strip of condoms lying on the floor and breaks one off, opening it and rolling it down my cock while I lower my head and lap at his salty release on Brady’s skin.
I slip two fingers inside Brady’s used hole, and even though Kit just fucked him, it grips me tight.
“I need inside you,” I murmur against his back.
“Now,” Brady pleads.
I straighten up and grip my cock, guiding it to his hole. It’s difficult not to slam inside him. He’s ready for it. He wants it. But I know if I go hard and fast immediately, I’m going to come.
So instead of doing that, I enter him as slowly as I possibly can. He makes cute sounds of protest, which only gives me more incentive to go slower.
“Kit,” Brady whines for help.
“Like he’s going to get me to move faster,” I say and push in a little deeper.
It’s still not enough for Brady. “No, but if I ask him nicely, he might suck my dick while you tease me.”
“That’s true,” I say.
Kit acts tough, and he has this power-top attitude about him, but he’s a sucker for politeness. It turns him into a big teddy bear.
Brady lifts his head and pleads with Kit. “Please. Or I’m going to have to take things into my own hands.”
Kit looks to me for direction, which is weird for us because he’s usually the one in charge, but as if sensing I need this, he’s giving me this control. It’s a moment that I want to savor, but Brady becomes too impatient and pushes back, filling himself with my aching dick.
I relent. “I think I’ve been cruel enough.”
Kit scoffs. “Amateur.” Yet he positions himself on his back on the floor, his naked SEAL form on full display for me to admire while he ducks his head under Brady. I can’t see what he’s doing from here, but by the noise that leaves Brady’s mouth—a sob-like cry of relief—I can imagine.
I let Kit have a good taste of Brady’s delicious cock before I move. Kit stills so that every time I move inside Brady, Brady thrusts inside his mouth.
I want Brady to beat me across the finish line. I want to wring him out before I start pounding into him so I can get off, but my body flushes with heat, and my orgasm builds. Then builds some more.