“Well,” Trent said, reaching for me, “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
His hand found the back of my neck, and before I could breathe, he was kissing me. Hard and aggressive, his strong arms pulled me to his body, not that I was objecting or protesting in any way. Instead, I kissed him back, my hands finding that delicious rump of his and grabbing myself a double handful.
God, he had an amazing ass, thick and powerful and just that right amount of rock hard muscle without being too big. In my mind, I saw that ass flexing as he drove his cock into me, and I knew he could give me the fuck of my life.
He kissed me until my heart was pounding in my chest and my body was like warm taffy in his hands. It was just like that too, the way his fingers kneaded and massaged my ass and back, turning me to putty as our bodies ground together and my breasts dragged against his hard torso. The rest of the world didn’t matter, just my desire to feel this man’s touch and the pleasure he was offering.
I was about to let go of Trent’s ass to reach around and see if the bulge I felt against my belly was real or not when I heard a cough and a soft laugh.
“You going to share, buddy?”
I broke my kiss with Trent to look over my shoulder, white hot heat coursing through my veins as I watched Ivan strip out of his damp T-shirt to reveal ripped abs and a little happy trail disappearing into the waistband of his jeans.
His pecs were the size of dinner plates, and his shoulders looked like he had football pads stuffed under his skin. His arms were just as muscular, powerful and huge, with forearms that looked like coiled steel cables. And bulging against the confines of his jeans was something just as large.
“If you guys can keep a secret… I think there’s enough of me to go around,” I said, looking over my shoulder at Ivan. “I can play sharesies.”
Trent let go of my ass to reach up my body, cupping my breasts. “My favorite kind of game to play.”
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