Page 125 of Pucking Around

Jake shakes his head.

“I think you have a praise kink,” Caleb teases, his voice dark and edged. “Every time I call her a good girl, you squirm in your damn skin. Are you jealous,angel?”

“Fuck,” Jake mutters, his cock twitching as he fights every urge to touch it.

Caleb is practically crowing as he reaches out a hand and grabs Jake by the hair, tugging him closer. “Maybe you want a taste of her medicine. Is that it? You wanna sub for me too, Jake? We both know you love taking direction. You could be such a good fucking boy for me,” he purrs, and now Jake and I are both squirming messes. “Wanna earn your O for once in your spoiled goddamn life?”

Slowly, Jake nods, and my pussy is ready to burst into flames.

Caleb smiles like the devil incarnate. “Good. Then get on your fucking knees.”

“Oh god,” Jake mutters, dropping to his knees beside me.

Caleb keeps a hand on each of our heads, his fingers dragging through our hair. “Kiss,” he orders. “Jake, get your fingers in her cunt, but don’t you dare let her come. Shove them in there and hold. If she squirms even an inch, you pull out, understood?”

I whimper with frustration as Jake holds my gaze, his expression volcanic with heat. With one hand, Jake cups the back of my neck and pulls me closer, kissing me senseless. God, my boys are such good kissers. His other hand delves inside my shorts and he’s thrusting two thick fingers up inside me. He holds them still, just like he was told, offering me nothing. It’s the most perfect kind of torture.

But his tongue doesn’t hold back. He’s as ravenous as me, claiming all the passion he won’t give my pussy with his desperate mouth. Our hands rove as we cling to each other. All the while, Caleb keeps his hands on our heads, holding onto us. Just as it begins to heat up, he’s pulling us apart by the hair. Our kiss breaks and we’re both panting.

Jake is so hard, the tip of his cock leaking. There’s a bead of precum about to drop to the floor and I whimper, biting my lip with need.

Missing nothing, Caleb’s hand tightens in my hair. “Catch it, pet. Now, before it’s wasted.”

I go to put my mouth on Jake, but Caleb holds me still. I reach out a hand instead, brushing my finger over Jake’s tip, his cum slick on my fingertip. I raise the finger to my mouth and wince as Caleb’s grip tightens again in my hair.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he growls. “That’s not yours. You haven’t earned our cum yet, greedy girl. Give it to me.”

My heart flips as I lift my hand in the air. Jake watches as I feed Caleb a drop of his cum. Caleb hums around my finger, sucking it clean. “Mmm, you don’t know what you’re missing, Hurricane.”

Now it’s Jake squirming, his hand wrapping around the base of his own dick, unable to keep from touching it.

“Are you getting antsy, angel?” Caleb teases. “Do you want more?”

“Yes,” he says on a breath. “Please,” he adds, and I think Caleb may have just died and gone to heaven.

“Then be my perfect good boy and suck my dick.”

Oh god, this is it. The moment of reckoning. Whatever we’ve been doing before now,thisis the real sudden death moment. I wait, watching Jake decide what he’s going to do. He glances at me, desperate for guidance. He looks so nervous, so innocent, when I know he’s anything but.

But this is new territory for him. I don’t even have to ask. Jake has never sucked a dick before in his life. Never wanted to…until now.

“I’m right here, angel,” I murmur, offering him my consent, though he doesn’t need it.

“Fucking hell.” He shifts slightly, turning to face Caleb a little more, as he reaches out with both hands, tentatively placing them on Caleb’s hips. Caleb’s hard cock is right in his face, his tip leaking.

I glance up, seeing the desperation in Caleb’s eyes, the longing, the raw need.

Jake groans, his head tipping up. “I’ve never done this before, Cay. I don’t—”

And that’s when my heart grows two more sizes. He doesn’t want to do it wrong. He wants this to be good for his best friend. I reach up and wrap my hand around Caleb’s wrist, silently making my demand. He’s so in tune with me, reading my body language. He lets me go, his hand dropping to his side.

“Let me show you, angel,” I say, shifting forward, wrapping my arm around Jake’s waist. I kiss his shoulder, smiling up at him. “We’ll take him together. Teamwork, right?” I add with a little wink.

“Yeah…teamwork.”

Caleb’s chest is heaving as he stands still, watching us on our knees before him.

“Hold him at the base,” I direct with a nod.

---