Page 442 of Seasons of Love
“What are you guys doing?” I asked.
“Griff is straddling me, and he has both our cocks in his hand. Will you take yourself out too, baby?”
My hand was already halfway to undoing the zipper before Mal finished speaking.
I wrapped my hand around my cock, imagining it was Griff’s hand, stroking and twisting, running his blunt nail over my slit.
“Fuck, yeah,” I said. “Is he doing that thing you like?”
Mal’s groan told me I was right on the money. He loved it when we pulled his balls at while stroking the head of his cock.
I balanced the phone on my shoulder, which freed my hand. I ran my fingers over my belly, closing my eyes and imagining I was looking into Mal’s eyes.
I pulled on my nipple, forgetting that my door was unlocked and it wouldn’t take much for Zak to catch on to what I was doing.
For moments, the only noises were the ones coming from the phone. Moans, breaths that caught as the pleasure built up. I was so close to the edge.
“Are you going to come for us, Jake? Just imagine Griff stroking you as you let yourself go and spill into my mouth.”
His words were enough to send me over. My phone fell from my shoulder onto the bed as my orgasm tore through me, leaving me spent, sated, relaxed, and floating on air.
When I recovered some of my energy, I grabbed the phone and held it to my ear.
There was nothing but heavy breathing on the other side.
“That was hot as fuck,” I said. “I’ll spend a few more nights away from you just so we can do this again.”
They both laughed.
“Next time we get to edge you with toys,” Mal said.
I closed my eyes at the thought. My door would definitely need to be locked next time.
“I’m going to grab a shower and sleep. See you tomorrow?” I said.
“Looking forward to it,” Mal said, and Griff followed with a, “Can’t wait.”
I showered quickly, suddenly feeling as though I’d sleep like a stone.
When I grabbed my phone to set my alarm, there was a message from Zak.
Zak: Fucker. I still know your sounds, and your uncle’s walls are paper-thin. Next time invite me in or do it somewhere else.
I laughed.
Jake: Your parents didn’t teach you eavesdropping is not polite?
Zak: You mean the king and queen of zero boundaries?
Jake: We need to talk, don’t we?
Zak: Yeah…tomorrow. I’m beat. Night, dude.
Jake: Night.
Zak hadn’t said much about the reason for his visit, and something told me there was more to it than just whatever he had to do in LA.
Whatever was going on with my best friend, I’d be there for him.
