A piercing scream from the TV made us all jump.
“Oh, shit.” Jim chuckled. He grabbed the remote and muted the television. This had to be the weirdest date I’d ever been on. Getting a hand job from someone new while Wade was being tortured into a wax figure on the television. But weird was good, especially because Jim was an expert at using his hand.
How would his mouth feel?
As if he could read my thoughts, Jim shifted onto his knees. He took off his shirt and threw it to one side. His pants and underwear followed, leaving him naked. He wasn’t fit like me but had small love handles and gray hair running down the center of his chest. His cock was average but thick.
Brandt would love getting fucked by him. We can even stuff him full of both our cocks.
“What are you thinking?” Jim spat in his hand and stroked his cock to full length.
“That Brandt would love riding your cock.”
“You hear that, Brandt?” Merry asked. He was licking and sucking on Brandt’s thick nipples, just as Brandt liked. “Your husband wants Jim to fuck you. Do you want that?”
Brandt glanced at Jim’s cock and nodded. “I would love that.”
“Then let’s make it happen.”
Merry flipped Brandt over onto his back, climbed between his legs, and shoved his lounge pants down. My hand itched to smack his pale round ass cheeks. A tiny apple tattoo stood out on the left side of his butt. Brandt wrapped his legs around Merry’s waist, and they locked lips in the hottest kissing I’d ever seen.
Fuck. Brandt had met his match. He loved kissing, and it seemed Merry did too.
“I’m going to suck you off now,” Jim said. “Any objections?”
Hell no, but I managed to sound normal. “Nope. Knock yourself out.”
Jim grabbed a condom from the coffee table and dropped it next to us. Without a second to spare, he guzzled me down to the back of his throat.
“Fuck.” Startled, I thrust up, gagging him. “Sorry. I’m so sorry.”
He pulled back. “Nothing to apologize for.” He whisked his lips over mine. “Let’s try that again.”
This time I was more prepared, and he didn’t swallow me down in one gulp. He massaged me with his lips, claiming me inch by inch. When he took my hand and placed it in his hair, I tightened my grip on the strands and moved my hips. Slowly I thrust into his mouth, driving my shaft down the back of his relaxed throat.
Merry made a sound, and I glanced up. He and Brandt were having a sixty-nine, with Brandt lapping at the folds of his bonus hole.
Fuck. That was hot.
Entranced by the sight, I increased my speed, fucking Jim’s mouth until I came too close to the brink, and I dropped my hips back to the cushions. It was too soon. As good as his mouth felt, I didn’t want to come yet.
“Come here.” Jim shuffled close and lay on his back. I took him in my mouth, and Jim moaned, a soft, throaty sound that shot desire straight through me. Working my mouth over him, I tasted the salt of his skin, felt his pulse pound beneath my lips. I loved the feeling of power and control that came from having him in my mouth, from knowing I could drive him to mind-bending pleasure.
He caressed my hair, lightly tugging and guiding me as I moved. When I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, his breath hitched, and he groaned in approval when I took him deeper.
“Fuck, Cairo,” he muttered, sounding like he was on the edge of coherence. “That feels… fuck.”
Merry and Brandt came closer to us. They took turns kissing Jim while I sucked on his cock. Then Brandt inched down next to me.
“Want to share?” I asked.
“Yes, please.”
We alternated between kissing each other and sucking Jim off. I rolled the condom on, coated my cock with lube, and brought my slick fingers between Jim’s cheeks. I eased two fingers inside him and found him pleasantly relaxed already. Merry was sitting on Jim’s face, having his ass eaten out. The way he gyrated his hips and moaned only made me harder.
Fuck.
“Do it,” Merry said. “Fuck him now. He’s ready. Come up here and put that cock in my mouth, Brandt.”