If Justin were drinking something, he’d have spit it out. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Antonio’s jaw drop. Did Emily really say that?
“We’d more or less gone our separate ways by the time he got things rolling, and we didn’t meet up with him again until years later. So no. Not separately and not together.” Justin’s impulse was to go with a vehement denial, but he bit that back. A tiny bit of his mind insisted it was to let Emily think the topic wasn’t a big deal.
Another bit of him argued, asking if that was the real reason he let her keep talking. If the fantasy was good, how would the reality be? Emily was obviously willing, and the atmosphere was laid back tonight. Would Antonio—
Justin shook away the question. Antonio might like both men and women, but that didn’t mean he was up for something like this. There were too many reasons it was a bad idea.
But why couldn’t Justin think of any?
“It’s probably a good thing he’d moved on before then,” Antonio said. “We were young and impulsive, and if he’d asked in the right way... Well, it might not look good to have that kind of footage floating out there on the internet.”
Justin’s mind tripped over the words and stumbled to catch up. A fast denial flew to his tongue, and he choked it down. This situation was getting surreal. Justin wasn’t sure he minded.
“You’re telling me, if this guy had said,be in my porn movie together, you might have agreed?” Emily’s eyes were bright, the green catching the overhead light and shimmering with mischief.
Knowing what he did about Emily, Justin could guess where this was going. “I might have. If the question was more like,be in my movie together with this attractive woman.” The moment the words were out, he hesitated. Was he pushing things too far?
Emily wore a tiny smirk, and Antonio looked more curious than anything. An excellent sign.
“The things they do in those videos don’t translate well to real life.” Despite the words, Antonio’s tone was light, rather than dismissive.
Emily rolled her eyes. “I know. It takes six hours to film a single blow job, and everything is posed for camera angles. Spoil sport.”
“Hear him out.” Heat raced over Justin’s skin, teasing with possibilities. He wasn’t ready for this to end yet.
“Thank you.” Antonio grinned. “I’m not talking about that. Sure, that destroys some of the fun of watching the movies, but the positions themselves don’t equate to enjoyable sex.”
“You know from personal experience?” Emily sounded amused.
“Yes. I consider myself a life student of physics and human anatomy.” Antonio gestured to the spot in front of him. “Stand up.”
Emily hesitated.
Antonio motioned again. “I promise—no biting, unless you beg.”
The words sent a fresh wave of memories tumbling through Justin’s head. Of undressing Emily a piece of clothing at a time, then leaving teeth marks on her shoulder. The images were tinged with flares of jealousy, intensifying them. That was weird. He didn’t have that kind of attachment to Emily, even if the sex was good.
She stood.
Antonio grasped her fingers. “This is a practical demonstration.” He pulled her toward him and patted his thigh. “You’ll need to be closer.”
Emily straddled his legs, and Antonio gripped her hips.
When did the two of them become so comfortable with each other? The question struck Justin. He nudged it aside, in favor of the now. Besides, he had an idea where this was going, and he wouldn’t spoil the fun by overthinking things.
Momentum.
“Perfect.” Gravel snaked into Antonio’s voice. “Here’s the issue with something like a porn threesome. You’ve got the woman in the middle, like-so. Hopefully enjoying herself as much as the man is.”
“She is.” Emily draped her arms over Antonio’s shoulders.
Fuck. This was too much, and they hadn’t moved past playing. Justin’s cock strained against his jeans, and his pulse screamed through his veins, insisting he become part of the scene. He stood and closed the distance between him and them, but didn’t make contact.
“Guy number two comes along and wants to join in the fun.” Antonio met his gaze and nodded. “Unless he’s hung like a yard stick, the angles don’t work.”
Justin pressed against Emily’s back for emphasis. She let out one of the whimpers that drove him wild and leaned into him, never letting go of Antonio. “See, that’s such a guy thing to assume,” she said.
“How do you figure?” Justin struggled to hang onto enough brain power to have this conversation. He wanted to slide his hands under her shirt and up her sides, to cup her breasts.