“Oh come off it, bro. I saw you eye-fucking her across the common room earlier.”
“I was not.”
Alex scoffs before looking at the two of us and mouthing, “He was.”
“Maybe I should message her. See if she’s busy.”
“Jesus. Why did I let you stay here? You’re just an extension of these fucking idiots,” he snaps, throwing his towel down on the table and tipping his own beer to his lips, draining almost all of it in one go.
“I’m not going to take offense by that,” Stella says, her tone teasing as she studies Theo. “Because I quite like it here. But if you want me to hook you up, I can give it a go.”
“No, I’m—”
“I have no idea what her type is, but…” She studies him, running her eyes down the length of his body as he sits back on the sofa. If it wasn’t for the way her fingers squeeze my thigh as she does it, I might be jealous. “You’re hot. So give her enough alcohol and she might just go for it.”
“Fucking hell,” Alex snorts. “I knew I liked you, Princess.”
“Dickheads,” Theo mutters, draining the rest of his beer.
“Seriously, though. How long’s it been? It’s probably going to fall off soon.”
“Fuck you. You know full well I had a girl here recently.”
“Recently? I had Stella coming on my cock recently,” I announce, earning myself a slap. “I never heard nor saw anything other than some female clothes that day. And,” I add, “it was fucking weeks ago. Alex is right. It’s gonna fall off.”
Stella smothers a laugh at the incredulous look on Theo’s face.
“It’s not healthy to just constantly rub one out to the sounds of your friends fucking, bro.”
Theo jumps to his feet faster than I thought possible.
“I fucking hate you pricks,” he scoffs, storming toward his room and slamming his door like a little bitch.
“Whoops,” Stella says, but there’s no guilt there, just barely restrained laughter.
“Is he really after Emmie?” she asks after a minute as we all listen to Theo crash around his room, expelling his frustration like a toddler who didn’t get his way.
“His cock is, but the rest of him isn’t entirely on board.”
“Ugh, guys,” Stella huffs. “Do you know how hard you make this shit?”
“Us?” Alex asks. “I’ll have you know, we make this shit easy. All we want is a quick fuck, no feelings, or lovey-dovey cuddles. Easy.”
“Oh yeah?” Stella asks, looking up at me with her brows raised.
“Speak for yourself, bro. I’ll take the cuddles,” I say, proving my point by pulling Stella onto my lap and nuzzling her neck. Her head falls to the side, giving me better access as her ass rubs against my fast-swelling cock.
“Yeah, well, you’ve fucking whipped him. I have no interest in restricting myself to one pussy.”
“Charming,” Stella mutters on a sigh as I lick up her neck. “Don’t worry, Alex. With such endearing sentiments, no woman is going to want to stick around for more than a mediocre roll in the sheets with you.”
I snort a laugh against her throat, feeling all kinds of good about myself.
“Mediocre? I’ll have you know that—”
“I’ve kissed you. I know what I’m talking about.”
The weirdest sound falls from Alex, making me wish I could see him.