Page 4 of Hot Pucking Summer (Hot Summer #2)

This has to be a dream. I'm going to wake up any minute now sporting a hard-on and an embarrassing wet patch in my sheets like I used to back in my teenage years.

But as Draper cups my ass and lifts me up, allowing Jax to tug my shorts down my legs, I know this isn't a dream. This is really happening.

I take in the handsome faces of the two men kneeling before me, Draper with his messy dark hair and intense blue eyes, and Jax with his long hair tied into a loose ponytail and a mischievous grin on his lips as he slides his tongue over the tip of my swollen cock. Draper licks my balls, and okay, I'm about to officially pass out.

My hands fall to their heads, but they don't need any direction from me. They're pros, expertly weaving and dodging their mouths and fingers along my cock, balls, and taint. It's almost like they've done this before.

I jolt up. "Wait."

They both stop and straighten. "What is it?" Draper asks.

"Have you guys ever done this before?"

They look at each other. "No," Jax says.

"We talked about it once," Draper continues. "A few years ago."

"Draper caught me jerking off, and we fooled around a bit," Jax says. "I told him I wanted to share a guy with him one day…"

"I said I'd be open to the same thing."

"But we've never found the right person."

"Until you." Draper lowers his voice and smiles up at me. "Until you, baby."

"Okay. Cool," I say, sinking back down into the sofa. "Sorry. It was probably stupid, but I just wanted to know."

"You have nothing to apologize for," Jax says, keeping his eyes trained on me as he licks my cock from base to head. "Except for being so cute and funny and so much fun to be around."

I can't help but chuckle. "Yeah. I'm a riot. First you catch me getting fucked in your family's vacation home. And then I slip and hurt myself and you have to carry me back."

Jax laughs. "And now we get to feast on you. Best twenty-four hours of my life if you ask me."

"Speaking of feasting," Draper says, tapping Jax on the shoulder. "What do you say we get back to it?"

Jax licks his lips, grinning wolfishly. "You read my mind, man."

The guys spend the rest of the morning doing just that. Part of me feels silly, splayed out on the couch, my movements limited because of the dull throb in my ankle, but I guess there's no better way to push away self-consciousness than by giving in to the pleasure these two guys are wringing out of me.

I alternate between closing my eyes and floating in the waves of euphoria washing over me and watching in horny awe as these two super hot guys work me over with their mouths, tongues, and fingers, bringing me right to the very edge before backing off, giving me time to recover…and then doing it all again.

I'd like to do more. I'm curious to see whether Jax measures up to Draper in the size department, but my ankle still hurts, and also, I'd like to sit down with Draper to discuss what this means.

Is it just a one-off thing? Is it something we only do with Jax from time to time? Or does he want to open up the relationship in general to other people? I wouldn't be cool with that, but the idea of letting Jax in… That sits well with me.

"Oh, Jesus," I cry out when they start sliding their mouths against the sides of my cock in unison. It looks hot, and it feels even better. "Please can I come? Pleeease?"

My whine comes out desperate and needy, and that's because I am. I've been teased about as much as I can take. I need to release.

The guys pull off me, Draper curling his fingers around my wet, tortured dick. "What do you think? Should we let him come?"

Jax's playful green eyes meet mine, and he nods. "Yeah. I think he's ready."

"For the record, I was ready hours ago. But I was having too much fun."

"Good. Then we've succeeded," Jax quips before he and Draper return to sliding their mouths up and down the length of my shaft.

I'm so overstimulated that I start coming straight away, and because I've been edged for so long, a massive fountain of cum shoots up into the air. My body rocks and twists and even though my ankle reminds me it's still here, I'm too wrapped up in the blissful spasms to care. When the eruption finally ends, I glance down to see two handsome faces covered in cum.

My cum.

"You guys look so sexy," I murmur.

"Yeah?" Draper leans over my still-hard cock and kisses Jax on his cum-covered mouth. "What about now?"

Jax returns the kiss, and there's no way my cock is deflating with this X-rated show playing out right in front of me.

"Actually," I say, nudging them apart. "There is something that could make this even better."

"What?" Draper asks.

I smile as I say, "If you guys kissed me."

Less than a second later, the guys are on me, and we're three-way kissing, my gooey cum transferring from tongue to tongue to tongue, joining the three of us together in a way I never knew I needed or wanted.

Until now.

"How long have I been sleeping?" I ask, letting out a loud yawn.

Draper's lying on his side, staring at me with soft eyes. "About half an hour." He threads his fingers through my curls, smiling. "You basically passed out after you came."

"Can you blame me?" I ask, rubbing my eyes.

A soft chuckle. "You did great. How's your ankle?"

I rotate it under the sheet. "It feels a bit stiff," I say. "But it’s more of a dull ache than anything sharp."

"That's a good sign."

My brain flickers to life. "What do you mean, I did great?"

"Well, you know, not everyone can handle two guys at once."

My face warms. "Was I…okay?"

"Baby, you were more than okay. You were amazing and so, so beautiful," he murmurs.

I close my eyes and force myself to believe him. I know he's not lying to me, so I need to get over my own hang-ups. They're getting pretty damn tired.

"And Jax?" I ask, reopening my eyes.

"He loved it, too."

"Where is he?"

"He went out to get some groceries for tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

Another chuckle. "Yeah. It's the Fourth."

"Oh. Right, right. Sorry. I'm still a little dazed."

"Don't apologize."

I move my ankle some more. "I haven't ruined the weekend, have I?"

"How can you say that after what just happened? Of course you didn't."

I take a deep breath. "And are we okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"I… I'm not sure exactly. It's just that we never…"

"Discussed the possibility of inviting someone else in?"

"Yeah. Except?—"

"What? Say it, baby."

"Well… Jax isn't just anyone, is he? He means a lot to you."

Draper continues stroking down the side of my body. "He does."

"And that's cool. It's just I've never… I've never had sex with anyone outside of a relationship before. I'm not sure how well suited I am for it."

Draper grins. "You seemed to handle things pretty well earlier."

"That's because you're both very talented." I grab hold of his hand, and he stops stroking me. Our eyes meet. "But be serious for a moment."

"Okay." His playfulness fades, replaced by a calm but serious intensity. "I honestly don't know what I want here, how I expect this whole thing to play out. Jax and I never discussed things after that one night."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Sooo you catch your best friend jerking off, fool around with each other, reveal you'd like to share a guy, and then you never speak of it again?"

"Correct."

I roll my eyes. "Ugh. Men."

"Don't ugh, men me. You're easy to talk to, that's why I've opened up to you so much these past eight months. That's rare for me, baby."

"I know it is, and I appreciate that." I lean over and place a gentle kiss on his mouth. "I guess the best thing to do might be to keep talking and see where this Jax situation leads. How does that sound?"

He beams as he looks at me with adoration in his eyes. "How did I get so lucky?"

"I don't know." I slip my hand under his shirt and slide it across his ridiculously toned stomach. "But you're about to get even luckier."

I pepper his chest and pecs with kisses through the fabric of his shirt, slowly making my way down his body.

"Be careful," he warns. "Your ankle might still be tender."

I look up at him and grin. "I'm not sure what sort of blowjob you're expecting, but I can assure you my ankle won't be involved."

He grins despite shaking his head as he unzips his shorts and removes them, along with his briefs. "You know what I mean."

I carefully position myself in between his open legs and take his already hard cock into my mouth. "It'll be fine."

They're the last words I utter for the next fifteen minutes as I slowly work more and more of his dick into me until I'm greedily—and noisily—deepthroating him.

"That's so good," he moans, curling his hands around the back of my head, applying the sweet zone of pressure I like, which makes the back of my throat burn but stops short of making me gag. Not a fan of that.

I keep going, lost in the rhythm of our sex, my mouth now an open channel, easily accommodating his size. Every once in a while I'm rewarded with a tangy spritz hitting the back of my throat, but I don't want pre-cum, I want the real thing. I never swallowed before Draper, but I swear his cum is an aphrodisiac. I'm addicted.

I pull my mouth off him, and strings of saliva crisscross the space between my mouth and his cock. "Feed me," I demand, stroking him with both hands because this is a both-hands-needed situation.

"Oh, god. I'm close," he calls out.

I speed up and urge, "Yeah. That's it. Give me your cu?—"

"Are you guys fucking kidding me?"

Everything grinds to a halt. My hands, my heart, my breathing. Draper and I stare at each other for a few seconds before slowly turning our heads to the door at the same time. Jax is leaning against the frame, arms crossed, a cryptic smile on his lips. I can't tell if he's pissed off or turned on. "I'm starting to think you guys are doing this on purpose."

"We definitely aren't," I say, my voice raspy from the brutal throat fucking I've been copping.

Draper's cock pulses in my hand. "What do you say, baby?" he asks, his voice so low it's practically a purr. "You got it in you to handle one more?"

"That depends." I turn to Jax with a smirk, my fingers sliding up and down Draper's shaft, showing it off proudly, and I decide to dish up some of that sass he likes to serve. "I wouldn't want Jax to feel intimidated by your size."

Jax chuckles, pushing off the door and marching toward the bed, his fingers already playing with the button on his shorts. He tugs his shorts down his muscular thighs and roughly yanks out his cock from his boxer briefs.

My eyes bulge. "Holy fucking shit."

It's not even fully hard yet, and it's already as big as Draper's cock. "Don't worry about me. I've got nothing to worry about on that front." He slaps the gigantic—and growing—dick against his open palm. "The question is, will that cute little smart mouth of yours be able to handle it?"