Page 119 of Pucking Bad Boys

“What do you mean,together?” He asks.

“It means whatever Talia wants. But I had a couple of ideas. For example, Talia, would you like to see how Becks feels inside you?”

“Yes.”

The look in her eyes makes jealousy expand in my chest, but this was always going to happen. I’ve known that Talia wanted my brother since we agreed to our deal. If they do it tonight, I get to be a part of it. And if that makes me an asshole, I don’t give a fuck.

“Becks, there’s a box of condoms in my nightstand.” And yes, I’m very aware that I was fucking Talia bare two seconds ago and I’m asking him to use a condom. If I’m an asshole, I’m a possessive one, too.

It’s hard to tell if my demands piss him off. Becks is naked and suited up in a matter of seconds.

“What did you have in mind?” Talia asks me.

“Come here, Becks.” I pat the mattress by my side and stifle the laughter that wants to bubble out of me at the scowl on his face.

He’s never liked it when I told him what to do, but if he wants to fuck my girlfriend tonight, it’s my way or his left hand.

I guess it’s decided. I’m definitely an asshole and there’s probably a place in hell with my name on it. But like I always say, in love and in hockey, almost anything goes.

Once Becks is sitting on the edge of the mattress, his sheathed erection jutting out between his legs, I offer Talia my hand. “Come here, baby. I was thinking you’d look insanely hot sitting on Becks’s lap, grinding on his cock. Is that something you’d be into?”

She nods and accepts my hand.

Watching Talia impale herself on my brother’s cock is way hotter than it should be.

And as I watch his long, thick shaft disappear inside my girlfriend, I know for a fact that I couldn’t share Talia with anyone else, not even for one night. Not even if it were just a kiss.

My fingers are still laced with hers when Becks’s hands settle on her hips.

This is the hottest and most maddening thing I’ve ever seen.

I’m equally turned on and furious.

“Fuck, pretty girl,” Becks grinds out. “You’re so tight. You feel so fucking good.”

“You feel good, too.” She sounds a little breathless, and when he shifts slightly to brush his lips against hers, I can’t fucking take it.

I bend to run my lips over her jaw, waiting for her to turn to kiss me.

I devour her mouth while my brother’s cock is buried deep inside her until we’re both breathing hard.

Talia looks at me, holding my face between her hands. “You said you were going to make me come together. Do you want to take my mouth?”

Fuck.

The picture she’s painting is hot. “If that’s what you want, I can. I just had something else in mind. Remember I told you one day I would fuck your perfect tits?”

“Oh my God, yes.” She moans. “I want that, Macklin. Please.”

My cock pulses with need, a bead of clear fluid forming at the tip. I have lube in my nightstand, but I can’t even bear to walk away from her for one second. “Hold your tits together, baby.”

The second she does what I asked, I spit in the cleft between her tits and then again on my palm.

With them sitting on the bed, my cock is perfectly lined up with Talia’s chest.

I guide my shaft between the perfect globes of her breasts, thrusting slowly.

Becks picks up my same pace, fucking up into Talia from his sitting position.