He lets out a sigh and scrubs his face. “I know, brother. We’re just happy and I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
I laugh and wrap my arm around him. “I think both shoes dropped already.”
We hang out a little longer, but I call it a night. When I get outside I climb on my Harley and peel out of the parking lot. It doesn’t take long before I’m home. I park my bike in the driveway and take the short walkway to my door. When I step inside I toss my keys on the old entryway table, continuing to the kitchen. This house is big, too big for just me, but I’ll never leave. This is where I grew up, a place that holds the only happy memories I have. Unfortunately, it shows its age. The only thing I’ve done is replace the roof last year. Other than that, it’s exactly the way it was when my parents were alive. I glance down at all the money and shake my head. The smart thing would be to fix this place up like Zane let Harper do to his house. I look around at the kitchen. The oak cabinets are outdated and show years of aging. The old brown laminate counters are peeling up on the edges and missing parts that have torn over the years. The brown and orange floral linoleum flooring is worn and even when mopped still looks dirty. I lightly chuckle when I look at the spot by the sink, remembering vividly the day I got into my first fight. I came in the door, blood dripping from a gash above my eye. My mother was at the sink and when she turned around, she dropped the knife she was washing, nearly hitting her foot. She was yelling at me as she cleaned me up by the sink but laughing at the same time because even at ten years old I was taller than her.
I shake my head at the memories, grab my phone, and order a pizza. I go upstairs to take a quick shower before it gets here. Once the hot water is pounding on me, I start to relax and hope for all the past memories to wash away. I close my eyes, knowing exactly what I need to do to make that happen. I reach down and grab my thick cock, pumping it slowly. Immediately, it springs to life and I groan with arousal. I begin to pump harder, squeezing tighter, as I imagine my hand is the perfect pussy. I go faster and need to brace myself with my free hand against the blue tiled wall. Each time my hand slides over my piercing I let out a moan. It’s not pussy, but it’s giving me the distraction I need for now. The hot water running over my muscular body heightens my arousal. I hang my head and keep up a fast pace. My body begins to shake and I feel my balls start to tighten. I squeeze harder as I begin to come. I continue to jerk off until there’s nothing left. “Fuck.” I whisper, sagging against the wall.
I quickly wash myself and get out. After I get dressed, I head back downstairs to wait for my pizza. Just as I flip the TV on, my phone rings.
I grab it out of my pocket and see its Brittany. Perfect. “Hey.”
“Hey, Kace. What are you up to?” she asks, seduction thick in her voice.
“Nothing, you wanna swing by?” I know it’s why she’s calling, but I ask it anyway.
She laughs lightly on the other end as I wait for her to reply. “Sure, but I’m with my friend, Sara. Is it cool if she comes?”
“It’s cool if she’s gonna be naked with us, but not if you guys are just looking to hang out,” I tell her honestly.
“Oh, she’s ready and willing to be naked with us,” she purrs.
Fuck yeah. “Well get your asses over here.”
We hang up just as there’s a knock on the door. I’m grateful the pizza is here and I’ll be able to eat before they get here. I wasn’t expecting a threesome tonight, but I’d be a fucking fool to turn down the offer. It’s been a while since I’ve had one and it already has my dick pressing against my zipper.
I grab a beer out of the fridge when I finish eating. I go back into the living room, taking note of the work that needs to be done in here as well. It’s an open floor plan. The kitchen is in the front, the dining room next to that and the living room is off to the side. The horrible blue carpet has seen better days. It’s stained and worn down. There is wood paneling on the walls and the fireplace is bright red bricks. The only nice things in the room are my black leather couches and sixty-five inch fl
at screen TV that hangs above the fireplace. As a kid I used to fall into that hearth all the time. My mom used to yell at my father to have someone come in and redo the entire thing, so I’d stop getting hurt. He never did, so she used to pile cushions all around it to try to prevent me from getting hurt. It became a joke the older I got because she would still put the cushions there. My dad and I would laugh, but I think she did it to prove the point that she didn’t get her way, so she was going to make it look awful. I grin thinking of them arguing about it and seconds later hugging as my dad whispered in her ear.
A light knocking on the door pulls me out of my past and I’m so fucking grateful. I open the door, greeted by a smiling Brittany and her friend Sara. Brittany is a tall blonde, smoking hot body, big fake tits, and bright blue eyes. Her tits are always on display with the low shirts or dresses she wears. Her friend Sara is the opposite. She’s shorter than Brittany, still looks like she’s got a great body, except she’s got red hair and green eyes. Not the type of chick I usually go after, but I’ll admit, my dick takes notice.
Once I usher them in, Brittany introduces us and I offer them each a beer. “I’ll pass on the beer,” Brittany says, dragging her long nail down my chest, while searching my eyes. “I’ll take something else though.” She drags her nail down my body and rests her hand on my hard cock.
I grab her ass and pull her to me. I bite down on her neck and she hisses. “Upstairs,” I demand.
She grasps Sara's hand and leads her up the stairs to my room. I watch both of their asses as we climb the stairs, rubbing my hand over my rigid dick. When we reach my bedroom, I close the door behind us and look at them both.
“Undress each other,” I order.
Brittany licks her lips watching me as she reaches forward to Sara. Her fingers slide into the top of her strapless dress and she pushes it down her body. I was right, she’s every bit as hot as Brittany, but her tits are real. Sara unties Brittany’s dress from around her neck and it falls to the floor. I don’t even need to say anything, Brittany wraps her arms around Sara’s waist and presses her lips to hers. It’s hot, but not as hot as when they start grinding on each other. I can easily tell this isn’t the first time these two have been together. Probably with a guy and probably without. Brittany likes fucking as much as me and she’s willing to do just about anything to get off. As I watch their hands roaming, I can see how comfortable they are together.
I yank my shirt off, tossing it to the floor. Next are my jeans and as soon as they are off, I step out of my boxers. I grab my dick, pumping as I watch them.
“Get naked and get on the bed,” I hiss. I jerked off once tonight, I’m sure as fuck not gonna do it again when I have two chicks in front of me.
Brittany glances at me and smiles. “Turning you on, aren’t we?” She keeps her eyes on me as they remove their panties and climb on the bed.
“Yeah darlin, you are. Now bury your face in Sara’s wet cunt. I can see it dripping from here,” I say.
Sara’s legs are wide already, but she lays back, grabbing Brittany’s hair moving her head to her pussy. Fucking hot. I watch as Brittany licks at Sara. Sara is moaning and lifting her hips, loving the feeling of her hot mouth. Brittany’s fine ass is in the air begging for my touch. I grab a condom and roll it on as I climb onto the bed. Sara opens her green eyes and looks at me with a small grin.
“She’ll make you come first, I’ll make you come next,” I say and slam my cock into Brittany.
Brittany lets out a moan and Sara pulls her hair harder, liking the vibration on her. My fingers sink into Brittany’s soft ass as I fuck her. Watching Brittany eat Sara’s pussy as my dick slides in and out of her wet heat, is overwhelming.
“Oh Brittany, yes,” Sara cries out when Brittany pushes two fingers in. “Suck my clit.”
“Fuck,” I groan. I slap Brittany’s ass, evoking another moan. She’s pushing her ass against me wanting more so I wet my finger and press it against her ass. She whimpers as I begin to push in and cries out when I add another finger. I don’t slow my pace. I fuck her ass and her pussy hard and fast, as I watch her tongue flicking against Sara’s clit.