Page 56 of The Pass Protection
“I bet if I reached inside your shorts, I’d find you drenched. Does sucking my cock make you wet, Rebel?” She nods her head as she hums—the vibration spurring my impending orgasm. I can feel my balls tighten at the need to come.
“Such a perfect, pretty mouth. Fuck, Rebel, I’m going to come.”
Her head nods, encouraging me to come in her mouth. And with another long, hard thrust into her mouth, I’m spilling inside her. Bret’s tongue continues to trail up and down my shaft as my orgasm bursts, coating the back of her throat. When she’s swallowed every last drop, she pops off my cock. Leaning on my shoulder, she smiles at me, an evil gleam in her sparkling eyes.
“Thanks for the perfect day.”
“Dammit, you guys are home.”
Our heads turn from where Crew and I are playing a heated battle of Grand Theft Auto. JP stands at the table and tosses his backpack onto the surface.
“Well, hello to you, too, sunshine,” I greet him sarcastically.
JP scratches his face as he lets out a sigh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“You didn’t mean it like you were pissed to see the sight of your favorite roommates?” Crew quirks a brow as JP narrows his eyes.
Patting the seat next to me, I toss JP an extra controller. “C’mon, big man.”
“Big man?”
I adjust my legs so they are tucked underneath me. “What? You can call me baby girl, but I can’t call you big man? Sounds a little hypocritical to me.”
JP’s large frame plops on the cushion next to me, causing my body to sway. “All right,baby girl, close out of this game and hook me up in a new one. But only for a little while, y’all have to make yourselves scarce in an hour.”
“What the hell for?” Tyler grumbles as he joins us on the sectional with a fresh sports drink.
JP’s thumbs fly over the controller as he flicks through options on the screen. “I’ve got a study group, and we are all meeting here. We’re prepping for a large test and don’t need the interruptions.”
“So, the three of us are supposed to sit quietly in our rooms?” Crew taps a couple of buttons on his controller.
“Yeah, so keep the porn to low volume, jack off. I heard your TV the other night when I went to get a drink of water. And do you have to watch screamers?” JP cracks, his eyes never leaving the screen.
My eyes, on the other hand, widen as I try to keep my breathing under control. I feel my pulse tick up as my vision blurs. Keeping my head straight toward the screen, I fight the urge to look over at Crew. Is he freaking out right now too? Or is he Mr. Calm, Cool, and Collected?
“C’mon.” Tyler tosses a pillow at JP. “You’ve got Bret blushing.”
I feel all three sets of eyes on me as I try to keep my breathing in check. But it’s JP who speaks up first. “Don’t tell me you don’t watch porn.”
Head snapping in his direction, I find a relaxed JP watching me. His legs are spread wide—he’s got the whole manspread figured out. He rests his back against the cushion, one arm across the top of the couch and the other holding a dangling controller. It’s as if the topic of self-pleasure and porn watching is a daily conversation. And hell, to these guys, it might be.
“C-c-can we just get b-back to the game?” I stumble over the words.
“Sure, Bret. But we’ll table this discussion.” JP clicks resume, and the video game starts.
Meanwhile, I’m not worth a shit at the realization we could’ve gotten caught. Thank God we sleep with the locks locked. But I make a mental note to keep the screams quieter.
With JP kicking us out of the living room, we cram into Crew’s bed to watch a movie. Neither of us wanted to leave the apartment or spend the evenings alone in our rooms, so we decided to curl into bed together for a movie. It’s a weird, intimate moment, and one we don’t plan on making a habit.
Tyler was going to sit in the desk chair, but I convinced him that there was plenty of room for all three of us. I might have been a little zealous at the spacing. Being the smallest of the three, I’m forced into the middle. Crew is sandwiched against the wall since his bed is pressed against it while Tyler has the most room so he doesn’t fall out of the bed.
“I vote for a Fast and Furious movie.”
“Of course you do, Bret,” Tyler mumbles while he wiggles around, trying to get comfortable. “What’s your obsession with those movies?”
“Paul Walker,” Crew and I say at the same time. Heat spreads across my cheeks as I hope Tyler doesn’t read too much into the answer. His eyes squint as I catch him looking over at Crew from my peripheral vision.
“I asked her the same question a couple of weeks ago when she was watching it that night when we came home late.”
