by Diane Adams
Jake came first. He lost his rhythm sucking me for a second; he choked out a cry around my dick that I was sure was my name. He always said my name when he came. I felt the hot spatter of his cum on my legs, and he sagged a little, settling all the way onto the floor on his ass instead of resting on his knees. He looked up at me and his glassy eyes met mine. My cock still stretched his mouth, and with our gazes locked, he began sucking again. I felt the warning curl of heat in the base of my spine and barely had time to call out a warning before I came as Z’s fingers dug into my hips and he slammed hard into me.
Jake swallowed as much of my cock as he could manage and let the hot cum coat the back of his throat. I would throw up all over him if I tried that. He sucked me until my cock stopped pumping strings of cum, and I pulled him off because the heightened sensitivity of my dick made even his gentle licking painful. He looked up at me again and took my softened cock back into his mouth. His nose pressed against my pubic hair, and he wrapped one hand around my ankle. He moved his tongue against my cock, causing the sort of sensations that made me shudder but left me unable to pull away.
Z was still fucking me. He was no wimp when it came to holding off his orgasm, but even with the condom I could tell he was building quickly toward his climax. The scene we had just played out was too much for his self-control, and I felt his hips stutter their warning as he pushed harder into my body. He lost his rhythm in a frantic attempt to chase down his orgasm. When he caught it, his head hit the refrigerator as he arched backward, crying out as he came. I sagged between them, sated and well used.
It was then, when it was far too late, that my brain woke up and tried to make sense out of what had just happened. It certainly wasn’t a sudden attraction between Z and Jake. They hadn’t looked at one another a single time during the encounter. I was sure they had never touched one another, not even by accident. I had no idea what was going to happen next, but with my libido quieted worry began to set in.
Z pulled out and took off the condom. He knotted it and tossed it into the trash at the end of the counter. He nuzzled the back of my neck, and I could feel the movement of his hands adjusting his dick and closing his pants. Jake got to his feet and kissed me, his mouth tender on mine. He was tucking his equipment away as well, and in a matter of seconds, I was the only one left naked. Being naked alone was not quite as hot as it had been fifteen minutes earlier. It turned out I didn’t have to worry. No one spoke. Jake went to check on Alec, and Z led me to his room. The three of us slept in his bed that night, piled together, with me in the middle and no parts of the other two touching. I was still in my socks and tie, and they never undressed, but whenever I tried to get up two voices made discouraging noises and two sets of hands pulled me back, settling me where they wanted me.
“Goodnight, baby.” Z’s voice was a whisper in my ear. It was a joke. Endearments from Z were always a joke, but tonight, for the first time, it didn’t feel like one. When I woke up the next morning, Jake and Alec were gone, but Jake had left a note.
“I’ll be back. Make sure he knows it.”
I had to laugh, spending time with Jake and Z had been taken to a whole new level. I wondered if I was going to survive.
About the Author
Diane Adams wrote her first stories in high school, but life interfered and the notebooks were packed away and forgotten. There were jobs, a series of them, and children... a series of them as well and not a lot of time left over for daydreams. A few years ago, after the first of the series of children were almost grown Diane discovered fan fiction and a dreamer was reborn. She enjoyed some success as a fan fiction writer, gathered a strong following, and won quite a few awards. It was nice, but the real dream was to have that same success as a writer of original fiction exploring worlds of her own creation. That dream is, at long last, coming true.
She tweets at https://twitter.com/d_adams. You may contact Diane at [email protected].
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What’s a Boy to Do ©Copyright Diane Adams, 2010
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Released in the United States of America
June 2010
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