Page 57 of Bottle Rocket
“Dean?” she murmered.
“Hmm?”
“You’re a very handsome man,” she said.
Dean grinned and opened his eyes. “You want to ask me something, Rosie?”
She smiled back. It was sharp. “I want Leo to ask you something.”
Rather thanaskingoutright, Leo leaned in and kissed Dean on the mouth. Dean cupped his cheek. There was a lot of familiarity between them, but this, with Rosie there, would be new.
“Will you fuck me?” Leo said against Dean’s lips.
Dean pulled back. “For Rosie? You gonna watch us?” he asked her.
“If you’ll let me.”
In response, Dean stood and shucked off his shorts. Rosie handed him lube and a condom from her magical dress pockets.
Leo’s head spun. Rosie slipped off his lap and pushed him up and out of his seat. Dean stripped Leo of his clothes.
In no time, he was on his knees in the grass, facing Rosie from about six feet away with Dean directly behind him. Dean opened him up quickly with his fingers. They’d done this dance before.
“Oh God,” he moaned as Dean brushed against his prostate. He almost slammed his eyes shut, but he didn’t because Rosie was watching him, and he wanted to watch her right back.
Her breath was rising and falling rapidly, her breasts straining the bodice of her dress. He knew she wasn’t wearing panties, and the moment she shifted her legs restlessly, he felt it in his whole body.
Finally, Dean placed his cock at Leo’s entrance. Leo cried out as Dean thrust inside. That insistent press burned him up. Dean held him with an arm over his torso and one at his hip, keeping him exposed for Rosie.
He loved to be fucked, no doubt about it, but this time was different. His entire body felt taken over.
Dean grunted and bit into the side of Leo’s neck, and that lick of pain sent pulses of pleasure to his balls. He ached everywhere. He stared up into Rosie’s eyes and reached for his cock.
“Nope,” she said softly, popping theP.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped.
Dean chuckled darkly behind him.
Rosie crossed her legs sedately, and Leo about died. This was too hot. She looked like a principal waiting to chastise him.
Dean’s prick was a rod inside him, caressing his prostate with every move. Dean knew what he liked and was using that to his advantage. Leo trembled and clutched at the arm around his chest.
“Don’t close your eyes, baby,” Rosie whispered.
“Rosie,” he said, his voice a broken plea. “I need, I need …”
Rosie trailed her fingers over her leg. “You need to kneel there and take it, Leo.”
Dean snuck his hand from Leo’s hip and fondled his balls. Leo’s head hitched back as if he’d been punched.
“Rosie.” He couldn’t seem to stop saying her name.
“Last a bit longer and I’ll reward you,” she whispered.
“With what?” he managed to choke out.
“You’ll see.”
