Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Adan leered and said, “It’s got to be hard to go in, baby.”
All three of us froze, looked at each other, and died laughing.
“I think I have an uncooked box of spaghetti and more hot dogs,” Charlie said breathlessly as he opened a cabinet.
“I’ll boil the water,” I offered.
“And I’ll carefully poke those hard noodles all the way through the soft beef, er, tofu,” Adan said in a sultry tone.
Charlie scooped up some of the cooked noodles and tossed them at Adan, who peeled one off his face and slowly sucked it between his lips. “Mmm,” he groaned.
“Can’t you make him stop?” Charlie asked me as he sliced up an uncooked hot dog.
“You’ve known him longer,” I responded. “Can you?”
Charlie pushed a raw stick of spaghetti through a sliced hot dog and then flicked his eyes toward Adan, who had started fellating yet another noodle. “I’m not sure if I want to,” he whispered.
Adan caught my gaze and arched his eyebrows meaningfully. I swallowed my smile as I walked up to Charlie, made sure our sides were touching, said, “I’ll help,” and then I reached around his back to get the box of pasta, grazing his ass with my palm.
He shivered and moaned, and for the first time in a month, I felt like we were making real progress.
Chapter 17
INTRODUCTION
Charlie (“Chase”) Rhodes
SLEEPING in was a foreign concept to children, especially on a Saturday, because they didn’t have school. Yes, I know, that makes no sense. To me, not having to be up for something meant I didn’t get up. But to them, not having to get up for something meant getting up earlier. Thankfully, Saturday morning kids’ shows kept them occupied for a little bit, so even though I couldn’t sleep through the laugh tracks, at least I had the luxury of lounging in bed.
Six months into my nonrelationship with Scott and Adan, which felt more committed than any of my previous actual relationships, including the ones I’d had with them, their Saturday morning arrival to my apartment came earlier than usual. I was lying in bed, trying to muster the brain cells needed to get upright, when I heard the doorbell.
“I can get it,” Bobby yelled.
I leaped out of bed and shouted, “We don’t open the door to strangers!” as I hustled out of the bedroom.
“Who is it?” Bobby asked.
The walls and doors and windows in that apartment weren’t all that well insulated, so even from my spot in the hallway I could hear Adan’s muffled, “It’s us.”
Bobby turned the lock and pulled the door open. “You’re early! Usually you don’t get here until Full House is over.”
“Wasn’t Full House over twenty years ago?” Scott asked as he strolled in with Adan right behind him.
I shuffled into the front room and rubbed my palms over my eyes as I said, “Thanks to the magic of reruns, it’ll never be over.” I yawned. “Never.”
I heard Scott gasp, “Jesus,” followed by a bumping shuffling sound, and then Adan saying, “Scott, what the he—Oh Christ.”
“What?” I dropped my hands and looked around frantically. “What happened?”
“Adan bumped into Scott,” Bobby reported. Then he went back to his spot on the couch and focused on the TV.
“Are you guys okay?” I walked over to them.
“Damn it, Charlie, you’re killing us,” Scott said. He moved his gaze across my bare chest and down to my groin. “You’re not wearing anything underneath those little shorts, are you?” He groaned and stared at my dick, which plumped up in response to his attention.
“Let’s get you dressed,” Adan rasped.
He marched over to me, grasped my arm, and yanked me over to the bedroom. Scott followed us. As soon as we got inside, Scott shut the door and locked it.
“What’re you… mph!” I moaned when Adan shoved me against Scott. “Adan?” I gasped.
“No more, baby.” He ground his hips against mine. “You can’t parade around like that and expect us to resist you.”
“You have the best body,” Scott said from behind me as he circled his arm around my chest and started tweaking my nipple. I arched, hitting my head against his shoulder. “Do you have any idea how much we want you?”
Two sets of hands clutched my hips and waist, and then Scott thrust forward, rubbing his hard length against my backside.
“What…,” I said. Scott’s hot breath ghosted over my neck right before he started licking and sucking my skin. “Oh God, Scotty.” I pushed back against his erection. “Scotty, what’re you—”
Adan slammed his mouth on mine, cutting off my words with a knee-buckling kiss. I clung to his shoulders and rocked back and forth between Adan’s erection rubbing against mine and Scott’s dick sliding against my ass. All the while, Scott kept nibbling, licking, and sucking on my neck and shoulder.
It had been so long since I’d had any kind of sex other than by my own hand, and I had been yearning for both of them for so long, that within minutes I was practically screaming into Adan’s mouth, stretching up on my tiptoes, and shaking as I came in my shorts.