“This is pathetic. Has he never hugged anyone before?” Spence is doing all the judging but he doesn’t know the brothers like I do. When Sledge turns his head in slow motion to show us just how uncomfortable he’s feeling, I almost lose my shit. “Oh, good Lord. He hasn’t, has he?”
“Nope.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I wipe a non-existent tear from my eye to let my VP know this is a special moment. Also, I’m fucking with him because that’s our love language.
“Okay, so…I wanted to apologize for last night. I was a little overwhelmed, what with finally finding my brother and all of his friends and then there was the party and of course the alcohol. Ohmygod, and I didn’t even get any spotted dick.” We’re all a little stunned by the speed at which Parker is speaking, and when she turns to me, her eyes expectant and full of hope and joy, I’m bracing for something huge to come out of her mouth.
And no, alas, it’s not my cock.
“Is there any left? I’m starving.” I have no idea what she’s talking about.
“Any what now?” We’ve been hearing Sledge’s accent and weird-ass expressions for years but he’s never spoken this fast before and I have to admit, my brain’s had a misfire.
“Spotted dick.” Little Miss Smartass Stabby repeats herself with slow, deliberate words.
“I’ll go check,” Spence says beside me and, again, I’m at a complete loss.
“A spotted dick? Shouldn't we be alarmed about that? Is it contagious?” Fuck, I touched my cock when I pissed earlier—which reminds me, I need to wash my hands—am I going to get a spotted dick?
Sledge and Parker both burst out laughing and it only takes them two minutes to become complicit in this language barrier that’s going to drive me crazy. Or…crazier than I already am.
As soon as we pass the threshold, the sweet scent of pancakes and syrup mixed in with bacon and freshly baked biscuits hits my nose.
“Well, no more weird cake but breakfast is ready,” Spencer announces, and it’s my cue to run up and take a quick shower.
“Save me a seat, Doc.” When he nods, I grin and lick my bottom lip. “Sandwich style is my preference.”
“What? Why would you want that when there’s grits over there?” He’s cute when he’s confused. Fuck, I want to lick that deep line caused by his creased brow but he might pass out from the stink of me.
“Nah, Doc. I’m the meat in the P and S sammich.” That’s when he rolls his eyes and my dick goes instantly hard. “I’ll take those grits, though. Serve a plate, yeah?”
“Where are you going?” As he asks the question, I hear Parker laugh, loud and free, and fuck me, my cock only hardens more.
“Off to shower.” I’m distracted by these two who are giving me permanent Viagra syndrome and I’m okay with that.
My gaze slides over to Spencer, who nods before joining the others, and my mind conjures up some sweet fucking pictures. Time for a Down Boy party for one.
In less than three minutes, I’m in my room shedding clothing and discarding them wherever they may land. I brush my teeth while my imagination digs through the fantasies I’ve never brought to life.
Honestly, I thought I’d done it all, but it seems I’ve just unlocked a hidden treasure full of kinks especially catered for Spencer and Parker.
Rinsing my mouth, I look up at the mirror and give myself a knowing grin. A grin because this is going to be fun as fuck. Knowing there’s no coming back from this. It’s happening, sooner rather than later. Harder rather than softer and filthier rather than sweeter.
Turning the shower on, I quickly wash my hair and body. After rinsing, I palm my dick and lean against the tiles as the water beats against my chest and stomach. Eyes closed, I’m no longer the one squeezing my shaft from root to tip. I’m not the one running my thumb across the head and spreading the small bead of cum that leaks with every stroke.
It’s Parker on her knees, one hand on my balls and her pink little tongue licking me up like an ice cream cone, Spencer kneeling right next to her. His eyes are on me as he opens his mouth and presents his tongue to me, ready for more.
“Fuck!” My hand speeds up just enough to make my hips thrust in rhythm with my fantasies. Parker’s plump lips are on me now, sucking and licking and moaning until my body tightens with the pleasure of it all.
But it’s too soon. I need more time with these visuals.
Spencer wraps Parker’s hair around his fist and pushes her head down, making her choke on my cock and I almost laugh because that would never fucking happen.
Although…fuck, that would be hot.
“Goddamn, Spence.” My voice echoes in the heated shower, the hot water a welcome reminder that this is all a figment of my deep-rooted desire to have the dick and eat the pussy too.
A deep groan that I didn’t imagine has my eyes flying open and my head turning toward the open door of my bathroom.
Oh, fuck yeah.