Chapter 9 Briggs
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Felyx’s brows raise in question, so I give him the answer he’s been looking for.
“Yes, let’s have some fun.” I reach into the shower and start the water, testing the temperature from one of the many shower heads, and joke, “I hope you like your water the same temperature as Satan, because that’s the only thing Scottie will shower in. ”
I’m not paying attention to them while trying to get the water right, so when I turn around, Scottie pulls Felyx’s shirt over his head, revealing his upper body, and a little gasp escapes me.
I’ve never been one to have a specific body type that I’m obsessed with, but dare I say the body that Felyx has could easily bring me to my knees.
His broad shoulders and the muscles that line them all the way down into his biceps have me wanting to bite them.
He’s not ripped or cut by any means. I would even say he has a little bit of a belly. Enough to accentuate his thick V-cuts.
Deep V-cuts.
I can’t keep the groan inside me. His jeans are slung so fucking low on his waist, and as my eyes trail down to his happy trail, those jeans cut off my line of sight, and I’m about to beg Scottie to get them off him.
“You like what you see, Briggs?” Felyx’s deep voice echoes through the bathroom.
* My eyes find his, and they’re breathtaking. The most beautiful, emerald colored eyes that are emphasized with the perfect eye makeup. I couldn’t tell you what kind of eye makeup he has on, but I can enjoy the view of it all the same. “Yes. Yes. A big fuck yes! Now get your asses in this shower.”
Scottie is unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down his legs. Suppose I can even call those things legs. They’re definitely more on the tree trunk side. And I would be willing to place my head between them to have my head popped like a balloon.
I’m standing here thinking there’s no way he could get any fucking hotter, then my eyes land on his cock swinging heavy between his thighs, and I just about run into the shower. I’ve never seen a bigger cock in my life, but I need to hurry it up in here so we can get to the fun part of tonight.
They’re both right behind me, climbing into the oversized shower, we all relax for a minute, rinsing all the sweat and mess from the day off our bodies. My brain starts running off with random thoughts.
I’ve always known I was bisexual, but it took me a while to come out to my family and friends.
Most had an idea that I was, but were sweet enough not to push me into outing my sexuality.
Most kids in school would call me gay or any of the slurs that were way too popular in the early to mid-2000s, but it never went on for too long.
I would ignore it and never give them the reaction they wanted, so when I came out my sophomore year of high school, all the people who made fun of me were awfully quiet.
There were still the bi-phobic boys. They just couldn’t wrap their little pea brains around a male being able to like both men and women.
And as I aged, the line between men and women has been blurring more and more.
Not that anyone needs to know or that an announcement is required, but I genuinely think my sexuality leans more into the pansexual realm as I’ve gotten older and experienced more life.
For me, it always seems to come down to someone’s personality rather than what they have between their legs or who they decide to love.
Looking at Scottie and Felyx beside each other, I can appreciate each of them for the differences in their equally gorgeous bodies.
Once we’ve warmed up the water, Felyx’s eyes find mine and he’s immediately on me, pressing my back against the tile of the shower, and growls, “You keep looking at me the way you have been, and I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off your cute ass, either, Singer Boy.”
Fuck.
Felyx using the nickname that Scottie gave me has my cock flinching between my legs. And he catches the movement, looking down between the two of our bodies, our cocks are so close to one another’s.
It feels forbidden.
We’re co-workers.
None of this should be happening…
But it is.
So I finally get the courage and say what I’ve been holding back, “Why do you think I’ve been looking at you like I have been? It’s not just Scottie who has the hots for you. Sir.” His breath hitches as the “sir” rolls off my tongue, and his hand immediately wraps around my throat.
And like a goddamn dog in heat, I give in and start grinding my cock on his, throwing my head back in pleasure.
I’m hoping he takes that as his opportunity to squeeze a little bit harder.
The edge I love to dangle over when my breath is being robbed from me is a high, almost as good as performing in front of thousands of people.
My most sensitive skin rubs against his. I’m on my tip-toes using every inch of my height to create more friction.
He finally decides to help me out.
Felyx picks me up as I wrap my legs around his thick waist, digging my heels into his ass cheeks.
My arms match, snaking around his neck. He slams my back to the tile once more, to hold me in place.
Then I watch as he reaches down and pulls both of our cocks up between us, actively taking control of my ass and hips, moving me up and down, forcing our cocks to rub together in the most delicious way.
My words come out in half moans and gasps, “Fuck! Felyx, this shouldn’t feel this good!”
“It’s not Felyx anymore. It’s Sir to you—when we’re playing. Got it?”
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
God.
Yes.
“Yes, Sir.” That was a whimper.
A fucking whimper.
“Fucckkkk,” Scottie hisses, from the seat she’s taken up in the corner of the shower. She has her legs on the bench, knees bent up and falling to the sides. Her bare cunt spread out while she’s furiously rubbing her already swollen clit.
“I have the best of both worlds tonight, don’t I?” I nod, but he’s quick to bite back, “Words, Briggs.”
“Yes. You get both of us. However you want us.” I almost forgot, but as his brows raise, I blurt out, “Sir!”
He groans. “That cunt’s dripping for us, Singer Boy.” The pace he’s moving my ass up and down is ungodly, and the undersides of our cocks thrusting together has my eyes crossing. “Imagine both of us in that perfect pussy like this, wrecking it.”
Now it’s Scottie’s turn to moan her agreement, “Fuck, yes!”
His hand trails down my body in appreciation, and of course he keeps his dirty words falling from his lips, “This tight slutty little body is going to make me come in no time.”
“Please,” I whimper—practically begging.
For what?
His fucking cum.
“Make us come, Sir. Pleasssee.” I watch as he spits on both of our cocks and grips them at the same time with his massive hand. And now the sight of us fucking Scottie like this is really ingraining in my head.
Scottie pants. “Oh my God you two are so fucking hot.”
“Come with us, Honey,” Felyx purrs, like he’s not doing any work at all.
What the fuck are they feeding hair dressers these days?
I can feel the pressure building at the back of my thighs, slowly crawling its way up my ass cheeks, and finally landing at the base of my spine. “Fuck, I’m going to come, Sir. Can I come for you?” I ask him shyly. Not sure what he’s comfortable with, but also wanting his permission to come.
His whiskey colored eyes are locked on mine when he commands, “Look at me with those pretty blue eyes, and ask again.”
Picking his speed up, I cry out, pleading, “Please! Please! Please, Sir! Please let me—”
Felyx cuts me off, commanding, “Both of you—come for me—now!”
And fuck do we.
Scottie and I are both screaming his name, which seems to pull him over the edge with us.
There’s ropes of cum covering both of our stomachs, and Scottie is fucking herself with her fingers from one hand and rubbing her clit with the other.
She’s making sure to pull out every ounce of pleasure she wants and deserves.
Felyx slowly places me back on my feet and reaches out for Scottie to join us. We all stand there under the water, just basking in the bliss of the orgasms we just experienced.
Once the fog clears, we all work as a little team, quickly washing one another off, shampooing hair, using some oil to remove Felyx and Scottie’s makeup, and scrubbing our bodies clean.
We’re all wrapped up in the fluffy hotel robes, and the room service order I put in earlier at the desk arrives at the perfect time.
We chow down, and by the time dinner’s done, the whipped cream can and chocolate-covered strawberries are breaking their way out and are all over Scottie’s and my bodies.
I can get used to Felyx telling us both what to do. Plus, I want to see the appreciation and care that gleam in his eyes when he does anything for us all the time.
* No Friendship - Daniel Di Angelo