“We could always call Dallas and Austin,” Caleb snickered. “Fuck, they might have some advice.”
I grinned, shaking my head. Since we’d come to Blackthorn, we’d gotten to know the twin brothers from Texas who also lived up here—them along with their wife, Stella.
Their, plural. Wife, singular.
The three of them pretty much kept to themselves most of the time off on a more remote ridge of the mountain, but the times I’d hung out with them, man, it was wild. It just worked—the three of them together like most people are as couple. There was zero jealousy with the twin guys, and shit if I ever saw Stella ever not smiling.
But I knew that was a rarity. The odds of that having worked out the way it did were fucking slim. And when it came to Caleb and me, well, we had no idea how Kennedy would even begin to react to a proposal like that.
We dropped it for a little while as we both finished cleaning up the shop. I grabbed a beer from the fridge by my station when we were done and tossed Caleb a Gatorade. At first, I’d worried about even having a beer around the guy, but he wanted it this way. Facing his temptation actually kept him stronger, I think.
“Alright fuck it, I gotta know,” I growled, slumping back into my tattoo chair with my beer.
“Know what?”
“How’d she taste.”
Caleb grinned a huge, shit-eating grin.
“Like fucking candy, brother. Like fucking candy.”
I groaned, my hand tightening on the cold bottle as I imagined a nude Kennedy in all her stunning, gorgeous glory settling that sweet little pussy down on my tongue. My cock imagined it too, and I grunted as I felt my balls tighten and my cock swell against my jeans.
“Lucky bastard.”
He chuckled. “Hey, if it was reversed, I’d be happy for you, you know.”
“I am happy for you, but fuck you if you don’t think I’m at least a little jealous that you got to lick that pussy.”
Caleb chuckled.
“Besides,” he paused to take a swig of his Gatorade. “I’ve seen the way Kennedy looks at you, buddy. She is very much into all that,” he chuckled, dramatically waving a finger at me, making me snort.
We sat there another few minutes finishing our drinks. I glanced at my empty bottle, and then up at him. “Another round?”
Caleb shook his head. “Nah, one sugary neon drink is my limit these days. Go ahead though, man. I’m gonna head up.”
“Later.”
I bumped his fist as he headed past me out the door, and then, it was just me.
Me and my thoughts of Kennedy.
I grabbed another beer and cracked the top off, killing the lights on the way back to my chair. I slumped into it in the dark, stretching my muscles as I took a heavy pull from the beer.
Like fucking candy.
I groaned, and again, my mind went to that fantasy of pulling Kennedy’s candy-sweet little cunt down on my tongue, I pictured the soft suppleness of her skin under my hands. Her moans as my tongue dragged over her pussy. The way she’d taste, and how her hips would roll as I teased her hard little clit. I imagined drinking down her honey as she came for me, only to pull her down and bounce her up and down my cock until she did it three more times.
And my cock was rock-fucking-hard.
I growled, slugging back more of the beer, my thoughts turning feverish as the fantasy of taking Kennedy for my own blazed through me like fire. My hand slid down with a mind of its own, cupping my thick bulge through my jeans and squeezing my cock as I grunted. I stroked my length through the denim, my blood boiling and precum leaking from my head to soak into my boxers.
Fuck this.
I grunted as I undid my belt and my zipper, reaching in and groaning as my hand wrapped around my bare, thick cock. I pulled myself free, pulse racing like a horse as I downed more of my beer and let my thoughts be consumed by the fantasy of claiming Kennedy.
I stroked, growling, my balls filling with hot cum. In the fantasy, Kennedy was playing with her clit while she bounced up and down in my lap, squealing in pleasure as she took every hot, throbbing inch of me deep in her little pussy. I grunted, stroking faster and feeling my cock swell harder and harder as I imagined sucking one of her nipples between my lips and teasing her with my tongue. I imagined feeling her impossibly tight little cunt clamp down even tighter on my cock, making my balls jump as she soaked them with her slick honey.
I imagined her with both of us then—gasping and kissing me hungrily as Caleb came up behind her to push his cock deep in her ass as I fucked her. I pictured her spread out, taking us from both ends, whimpering around Caleb’s cock as I emptied my cum deep in her wet, eager cunt.