Page 132 of Pucking Sweet

“Of course,” says Colton.

“Anything,” Lukas echoes.

This intoxicating feeling of power surges through me as I let myself say exactly what I desire, knowing they’ll make it happen. “You’re mine, and I’m yours, and I don’t want to stop at a silly little hand job.”

Lukas’s pretty caramel eyes flash with interest. “Whatdoyou want, Popsicle?”

I hold his gaze, brushing my thumb over his tip again. “They already know we came in here. I want to leave them in no doubt of what happened. I want to smear my pink lipstick all over your pretty dicks. I want to claim you both, mark you as mine.” I turn to Colton. “And I want your cum in my mouth. I want to swallow it down like a greedy little whore who just can’t get enough.”

“Fuck,” he says on a breath, his hand tightening around my wrist.

I smile. “In this moment, I’m not afraid of anything except how much I want you.” Slipping my hands from their pants, I sink down to my knees. Gazing up at them, seeing the way they look at me, so much hope and longing blooms in my chest. “Give yourselves to me.”

As one, they work their jeans the rest of the way open, tugging them down around their muscled thighs until two perfect cocks spring hard and ready in front of my face. Lukas sheds his shirt in a one-handed pull. He offers it to me. “For those pretty knees.”

I take it with a smile, tucking it under my knees. As I do, I arch forward and suck his tip into my mouth. He groans, fisting my hair. The second I get a little salty taste of his precum on my tongue, I pop off. “Let’s get the pic out of the way, yeah?”

Colton fishes in his pocket for his phone and hands it out to me with the camera on. “It gets deleted the moment the game is over.”

“Duh.” I turn my face to lick and suck on his dark tip too.

He grunts, flexing his hips away. “Fucking hell. Just take the phone, you goddamn troublemaker.”

I take the phone with a grin. Leaning back on my heels, I snap a pic of them standing together, fisting their hard cocks. Their heads are cut off, nothing visible above the chest or below the knee, but I would have no trouble knowing it’s them.

“For the Christmas card,” I tease, handing him the phone. Colton slips it back in his pocket, trading me for the little packet of lube I stole from Tina. I tear into it with my teeth, squeezing the generous helping into my palm.

“Is that flavored?” Lukas asks.

I smear the lube between my hands. “Yeah, cinnamon bun. Is that okay?”

He laughs, brushing my hair back. “You are fucking precious.”

Reaching out with both hands, I stroke their dicks in one long pull, coating them in lube.

“Oh, fuck me,” Lukas mutters, his hand going up to rest on Colton’s shoulder.

Colton keeps his eyes on me, his gaze heated, body tense.

I work my hands up and down, luxuriating in the feel of them, hard and greased beneath my palms. Touching them at the same time is like a drug. I’m fascinated. I’m high. I can’t look away. I stroke and tease, swirling my thumbs around their tips, watching with pleasure as they both leak more precum. “Tell me if you want something different.”

“Are you kidding?” Lukas says on a laugh.

“It’s perfect,” says Colton. “Just don’t stop.”

I’m desperate and turned on, but I’m not crazy. And Lukas and I haven’t crossed this particular bridge yet. My gaze darts between them. “Is there anything I should know before I put my mouth back on these cocks and swallow your cum?”

Colton grunts, his hips moving in rhythm with each pull of my hand. “No. You know I’m clean.”

I look to Lukas.

He exhales through parted lips. “I’m clean, Pop. And I’ve never touched a girl without a condom until this moment.”

“Not even for a blowjob?” I say, unable to hide the tone of surprise from my voice.

“Trust is hard for me,” he replies. “Even now, I’m kind of panicking in my head a little.”

My hand stills. “I can stop.”