Knockout (Tapped Out 4)

terjected.

I laughed. Mr. Boy Scout always had to weigh in. It was funny how he didn’t irritate me as much now that I’d seen his oral skills and that beautiful dick I hoped to get in my mouth—and other parts of me—soon. “Nope, no beer. I was going to say wings. Spicy, of course.” I smacked Lily’s ass as I passed and she laughed flirtatiously.

Things were off to a good start.

Emerson and Lily took one of the couches and I sprawled on the floor beside the coffee table where I’d put out some of our food. I grabbed the remote and aimed it at the TV, cycling through the menu. “So what would you two like to watch?”

“Do you have any movie channels?” Lily asked.

“Sure. I have—huh, look at that.” I stopped and cocked my head. “Guess I have a porn channel too.”

“Smooth, man. Real smooth.”

I glanced back at Emerson, all innocence. “I’m hurt you think I’d set this up by design.”

I actually hadn’t. Granted, I’d been the one to pick this particular cable package, so I knew what options there were, but I hadn’t intentionally chosen an X-rated channel right off the bat. I’d figured we’d watch something wholesome or some shit. Rom com or maybe action adventure. My mind didn’t permanently reside in the gutter. Just most of the time.

But now that serendipity had led me to some kind of dirty movie, I sure as hell wasn’t going to move on. We could always reheat the pizza.

My surprise was complete enough that it took me a second to realize the action onscreen was a threesome. Not two guys and a girl, but the reverse. And the blond girl was already having the time of her life eating out the brunette while the guy jerked his dick in long, slow pulls.

“Seriously, you’re not going to change this?” Emerson shook his head. “Finesse, dude. Learn it.”

“It’s up to Lily, since I damn sure know you and I don’t have a problem watching this. No matter how you squeal like a little girl.”

“Not squealing,” he muttered, pushing aside his plate. I didn’t think he’d taken a bite yet. “Just saying you’re being a little obvious.”

“As were Lily’s swollen lips when she walked through the door, but I didn’t ask what part of you she’d been kissing, now did I?”

Lily flushed and my cock leaped. Dinner was looking less and less appetizing by the moment.

“You’re a crass bastard, you know that?”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” I turned off the TV and picked up a slice of pizza. “Fine, we’ll skip the movie. Just sit here and—”

“I want to watch it.” I glanced back at Lily, afraid to hope I’d actually heard her say that. She nodded, eyes big. “I want to…broaden my horizons.”

Emerson said nothing. Evidently, he’d given up trying to rein in his pure little Lily.

“Okay then.” I stood and tossed her the remote, then picked up the pizza and wings boxes. “Not thinking we’ll be needing these for a while. They’ll be in the kitchen once we’ve worked up an appetite.”

Emerson rolled his eyes, but I didn’t miss the tug in his lips. Holy shit, was our favorite vault unlocking a bit?

The prospect of deliciously dirty sex could do that to the best of ’em.

When I returned, the movie was going in full auditory glory. Lily was, in fact, broadening her horizons as requested, but not by watching the porno. She and Emerson were already otherwise engaged. Her hands were in his hair and his hovered just beneath her breasts. And damn, they were kissing like they were in a war to consume each other.

Obviously, whatever they’d started on the ride over needed finishing—soon.

I was content to watch for a few minutes, dividing my attention between the hot movie and the hotter action on my couch. When the heat got to be too much, I tugged my shirt over my head and kicked off my boots, jeans, and boxers and sat on the other couch, unabashedly stroking my dick. I wasn’t the type not to participate. Didn’t mean I would go and insert myself in a situation made for two, but—

Okay, maybe I would.

I rose and walked to the other sofa. Which to undress first? There was an obvious choice, but I’d never been predictable.

I’d untied Emerson’s sneaker and was in the process of pulling it off when he broke away from Lily, panting. I expected him to ask what the hell I was doing as I moved to the other shoe and did the same thing. He didn’t. He didn’t even react when I reached up to undo his jeans, though Lily sure did. She gasped, and a quick glance at her hungry eyes and parted lips told me she wasn’t displeased by what she thought might be happening. It wasn’t, not yet and not like this.

That didn’t mean I wouldn’t tease her—and him—a bit.