As I ran a hand down his body, I noticed a few scars on his defined torso, and one deep wound near his hip. Four all together. I wanted to ask where he’d gotten them, but I didn’t want to break our link.
Then sixty-nine came to mind, and I pulled out of Krew’s warm mouth and straddled his face. I grazed my teeth over his scarred hip bone. “Do you see me?” I asked, more for Regina than Krew.
Krew answered. “Yes.” His dick—engorged and deep red, with a bead of precum at the slit. “My cock missed you.”
I wrapped my fingers around his girth and squeezed, which drew another moan out of him. “I see that.” His quads bunched—Krew wanted to touch me. But he didn’t and listened, keeping his hands above his head.
“Do you remember when, a long time ago, in the back of my father’s car, I took your virginity?” I licked up his shaft and sucked the tip into my mouth. Salty and slightly bitter. All Krew.
“Yes,” Krew moaned. “I remember… Do you want a repeat of that night?”
Jesus Christ. “I want to defile you right here—fuck you until neither of us can move.” It had been too damn long since I’d got off with another person… Not since—I quickly shook off that thought and refocused my attention on Krew. “Would you let me?” This question was for both Krew and Regina.
“Deck…” My name trailed off and desperation laced in his plea.
I sucked his tip into my mouth and pulled away. I turned my head toward the doorway and licked my lips. “So fucking good. You’re missing out.”
Regina shifted, her body moving closer to the door. Was she tempted to join us? I had no doubt that Krew would come right then if he saw our girl had come to play. And yet, the door didn’t move.
So be it. I shoved my face into the short dark curls surrounding Krew’s dick and inhaled deep. “You smell so fucking good.” I licked up his shaft, and sucked down the engorged mushroom head until I popped off.
“Decker,” Krew growled, his right hand gripped my ass cheek and squeezed hard. “Stop teasing me.”
It had been a while since I last had a guy’s dick way down deep my throat, but I’d gladly choke on this man. I took every inch of his hard flesh until my gag reflex triggered.
I repeated again and again as Krew pumped his hips upward, thrusting his cock into my mouth faster. All the while, he was choking me down.
I forgot all about my order to keep his hands above his head. Or how Regina was getting off while watching us.
Pleasure rode me high. A charge of electricity at the base of my spine surged forth, and the need to come was pure desperation.
This had to go one way. All three of us coming at the same time. I added more pressure on Krew’s cock while I eyed the crack in the doorway. Immediately, I captured Regina’s brown depths. She widened the door a bit more, and leaned against the jam, her hand never stopped moving inside her pants.
Brave, princess.
“Fuuck… Yes. More,” Krew crooned.
He sucked my cock back into his mouth and choked me down. I released Krew’s dick, but kept jacking him, wanting to see the show. I then growled, “Come.”
Krew shouted, I sucked his tip into my mouth and he spilled down my throat. Regina moaned, her eyes closed and her head tipped back. I grunted, emptying my balls at the same time.
It wasn’t long before my vision cleared and I saw the bedroom door was shut again. Disappointment cut into my euphoria.
I fell onto my back, Krew’s feet by my head, and we lay there until our hearts slowed to an easy pace.
“I could lay here all day,” Krew uttered in a lazy drawl.
“That would be nice,” I replied with a smile as I spun myself around and we lay shoulder to shoulder, our faces turned toward each other. “Hey. Where did you get those scars on your body?” Some of them looked as if they’d been deep enough for stitches. I ran a finger down a long, jagged mark on his right side. It had to have been a knife of some sort, but the blade… Then it hit me. “You got this when you were in jail.”
Krew stilled. His eyes went blank before he turned away from me.
“K.” I pushed on Krew’s shoulder and rolled him onto his back again. “Tell me.”
He said nothing for a long moment, while he avoided my stare.
“Krew—"
“Yes,” he grated out, bowing his body forward, both hands covering his face. “I don’t want to talk about it, Decker. Just leave it alone.”
