“How the fuck did that come up?”
“Well he wants to fuck me but he isn’t fucking me until he sucks you.”
“And how did I get volunteered to get my dick sucked?"
“Since when do men complain about getting their dick sucked?” I asked. “But you can say no, Stone. That’s an option.”
Stone looked down at me and exhaled. “What do you want?”
Honestly, I was pushing. A part of me just wanted to see how far they’d let me push them. I wanted to know their limits. If they said they weren’t interested, that would be fine with me, but I couldn’t lie, the thought of having two men in my bed was nice and I was eager to see where it went.
“To finish my shift then take you both home, suck your dick with my new friend here, then maybe fuck both of you until I pass out.” I shrugged.
Stone looked from me to Kiano, back and forth.
“Alright. Fuck it.”
“Great.” I looked back at him. “Let’s do introductions, then you can come back to the bar around two or three when we’re closing. The two of you can exchange numbers.” I offered Stone’s number so I didn’t have to give this guy mine.
“Stone.” He introduced himself and held his hand out.
“Kiano.” He shook Stone’s hand. “Nice to meet you, man.”
“Yeah. Me too.” Stone reached over, grabbed me by my ass, and yanked me into him.
Even though we’d agreed to not tell our coworkers we were fucking, he leaned in and kissed me as a stupid powerplay I felt was pointless considering we were bringing this man home.
I let him tongue me down anyway, then lightly pushed him away from me.
“Back to work, mister.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He leaned down and pecked my mouth again, then glanced over at Kiano.
“You want to pee on me too?” I teased.
“If it’ll get the point across,” he deadpanned.
I giggled. “Shut up.”
I pushed him lightly again, then turned and headed back around the bar.
I was shocked when I saw Stone and Kiano actually exchanging numbers.
6
I took one last puff of my cigarette and flicked it to the ground. My eyes automatically drifted from the cigarette to Kiano who was further down the building but leaned against the wall himself, his eyes focused straight ahead, like he was lost in thought or something. I wasn’t sure what Jiselle saw in him. He was dressed like a fucking undercover cop and I was positive I could take him in a fight if it came down to it.
He apparently had a thing for Selle and she wanted to give him a tryout or something. Unfortunately for him, I wasn’t against competing for her. If I was willing to stalk, kill and be killed for Jiselle, getting my dick sucked wasn’t that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things. A mouth was a mouth, and if Kiano thought for a second I would let him out hoe me withmy woman, he was sadly mistaken. I wanted Selle to have whatever fantasy she wanted. We had a long rest of our lives together and I refused to let her get bored or ever question the lengths I’d go through for her.
Honestly, there wasn’t a singular thing I could think of that Selle could ask me to do that I wouldn’t.
I dragged my eyes from Kiano when the back door opened and the woman of the hour sauntered out, her bag thrown over her shoulder.
We both gravitated toward her, and as soon as we were close enough, she handed her bag over to Kiano and started walking to her car. We trekked behind her.
“So, you guys are just going to follow me home, right?”
“Yeah. We’ll be right behind you.”