Isaac
Every time the three of us are together, I get a little more used to the idea of Luke seeing me this way - sweaty, nude, hard, aroused. A few beers have me beside myself, especially since no one has put their clothes back on since our moment in the kitchen.
“Let’s go lay down,” Emma says with a smile as she leads us to her bedroom.
The window to her apartment is large. It feels like you can see the whole city from this spot.
Even though our dinner date was pretty early, time has passed quickly, landing us on the far side of dusk. I hardly remember why I thought she might have been guilty of anything.
The tall building lights twinkle like grounded stars as Miami After-Dark awakens.
“Isaac,” Emma says while patting her large mattress.
I sit beside her with my torso against her intricate headboard. Her strong, feminine hands lend me the bottle of beer I forgot I had.
“Cheers, boys!”
We laugh, clinking our drinks together.
Cold droplets of bottle sweat and beer land on my abs, making me gasp. I look around for something to wipe myself off with, but Emma cuts me off.
“I’ve got it.”
She drags her palm down my chest as her warm, long tongue licks my abs clean.
“Shit,” I hiss.
Less than a minute of her touch has me hard all over again.
She positions her perfect body in front of me, teasing her tongue down my length. The touch is just enough to feel amazing, while being light enough to keep me needing more. Her intense gaze on mine only makes me shiver causing my nipples grow as hard as my cock.
Emma’s blonde hair falls behind her and her lids close, sending her thoughts to who knows where as her tongue runs a marathon on me.
God, she feels so good.
The moment her eyes break from mine, Luke enters my line of sight.
He crawls toward us and props himself next to me on his knees. He’s so hard and his eyes are hot, blue fire.
My lips glide across his sensitive skin, so lightly that I’m barely touching him. I don’t have the capacity to think if this is right or wrong or the fact that he’s my best friend.
I just want to taste him.
Mirroring Emma, I run my tongue down his length. Luke’s breath is shakier and more unstable than I’ve ever heard. My eyes only leave him for a second and when I look back up, I see surprise and arousal all over his face.
Luke’s half-lidded gaze almost appears wide-eyed. His perfect teeth bite into his lip.
“Don’t stop,” he moans.
Luke tastes better than I imagined, or maybe I’m so turned on that I don’t even care, but the soft, salty-sweet sensation on my tongue is all I can think about. I hardly notice that Emma’s removed her mouth on me until she joins me across Luke’s skin.
Her lips glide, meeting me at his base before we lock into a heated kiss of our own. Her tongue tangles with mine and I find myself loving the combination of their tastes.
Before we know it, we’re coating Luke with our mouths, rhythmically bobbing our heads, stroking his cock. His head is thrown back in ecstasy as his carved abs expand and contract with every heavy breath he takes.
I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t turn me on, knowing how good Emma and I are doing.
Our tongues tangle on either side of him as his hips thrust toward us.