Chapter 20 - Stan #3
“If you’re referring to sex, I’m still sore from this morning,” she says, straight to the point and straight through my heart.
My jaw drops. Full stop. No recovery.
Lix makes a sound he tries to swallow. He turns his head toward the trees with a hand over his mouth, doing the world a favor by laughing away from me.
Em keeps eating. Chews carefully. Sips her soup. Nods to herself like she’s evaluating a study outcome and not casually hacking my confidence into pieces.
I stare at her. “You could’ve said that another way.”
She glances at me over the rim of the thermos. “No, thank you.”
Lix clears his throat, still facing away. “Besides, you walked into that one, Stan.”
“No, I didn’t,” I deny, placing a hand on my chest. “I was offering to warm her up like a true gentleman.”
“You were subtly offering sex,” Em replies. “By a cliff during winter. I won’t take my pants off, and I won’t get sorer than I presently am.”
My hand grips at my shirt. “I can’t believe what I’m hearing.”
I groan and flop back onto the blanket, staring up at the white wintry sky.
“I bring my beauties to a cliff. I help plan a picnic. I’m using my best lines. Ticking off the romantic checkboxes here. But this is what I get?”
“I could watch,” Em offers.
My spine shoots up straight in an instant. I grin, lopsided, needing her to say more. “Watch what?” I ask.
Em doesn’t answer right away. She sets the thermos aside, then smooths down the too-long sleeves of my coat over her wrists.
Her eyes move between me and Lix. Slow, sultry, sexy as fuck. I don’t know how she does that while looking like she’s just taking inventory.
“Well,” she says, tucking her legs beneath her. “I’d like…”
Lix loses his breath. Loud enough that I hear it. He keeps his eyes on her, waiting. We both are. For permission, for her direction, for her to boss us around like she did a little last night.
I sit up to face her, brow arched and grin widening. “You gonna elaborate, gorgeous? Or should we surprise ya?”
She’s looking at us like she’s about to conduct a study instead of dismantle us. “Please kiss,” Em says. “Slowly.”
Lix looks at me. His cheeks are pink, mouth slightly open. But he doesn’t say a word.
I don’t either. Instead, I grab a fistful of his leather jacket and haul him in before he can think any better.
Our mouths crash together. The sound he makes is somewhere between a sexy groan and a surprised laugh. He stumbles into me, hands flying to my sides, body answering on instinct. We’ve done this plenty of times by now, so this isn’t hard.
I mean, I sure as hell am. And so is he.
But putting on a show for Em by making out with the prettiest man on Earth? Easy.
My eyes point to Em. She’s watching, looking hypnotized, with her pretty pink lips parted. She looks so pleased, it goes straight to my twitching cock.
That makes me act bolder.
I kiss Lix slower but heavier, letting it get messy without rushing any of it. His eyes are slid shut. I keep mine open, seeing how Em’s reacting to all this.
“Use your tongue,” she says.
Fuck.
I moan into Lix’s mouth, feel the sound roll through him. I want her to see what I do next when I slide my tongue in, and Lix lets out this sound that makes me twitch some more in my pants.
His body leans into mine, just the way I want him to. I keep it slow, though, draw it out, savor how he reacts to being handled like this.
I pull back when my lungs start complaining, forehead resting against his while we catch our breath. My grip stays tight on his jacket. And his hands hold onto my shoulders while he tries to hide how breathless he is.
So fucking sexy, if I wasn’t worried. “You good, Ocean Eyes?” I whisper.
He nods pretty fast, but just in case, I reach around to rub his back.
I glance over at Em again. She’s smiling a bit and leaning on her flat palms in front of her. She looks like she’s arguing with herself in that brilliant head of hers. The woman’s a genius, but she can’t figure out when she’s ready to crawl her way over to us.
Such a tease.
But I’ll play along.
“Want more, Em?” I taunt, smirking at her.
Her brown eyes are wide and wired, like an owl who’s found the unfortunate prey they’ll devour today. She locks right onto me and Lix.
And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Lix, up,” she whispers. “Stan, on your knees.”
A second doesn’t get to pass when I’m nudging Lix, guiding him up onto his feet. My knees sink into the blanket, grinning up at him because this view’s unreal.
His denim’s in my hands. I give his ass a nice squeeze, claiming real estate, and Lix makes this rough sound through his nose that tells me he’s struggling to keep still in this position.
Creasing my brows, I watch as he braces his hands on my shoulders, fingers digging in hard. I don’t mind. His breathing’s loud now, though. His chest rising fast.
I tilt my head to the side. “Hey, Ocean Eyes. You okay up there?”
Em crawls forward, getting closer to us. Concern’s clear on her cute face. “Lix,” she says. “Would you like us to stop?”
Lix shakes his head. “I’m okay,” he says, strained. “Just trying to calm my heart down.”
That does violent things to me.
I squeeze his ass again, feeling the tension in his body, and how he’s struggling because he’s holding back.
“We’re good, gorgeous,” I tell Em. “We’re being good boys for you…for now.”
Lix’s chest heaves, eyes barely blue when he looks down at me. Em watches the whole thing, breath shallower by the second. Bet she’s realizing exactly what she’s set in motion.
And I’ve never been happier to be on my knees. My sex fantasy checklist is gonna get so much shorter after this.
My hand slides lower, reaching for his zipper, because I’ve never been good at pretending to be patient.
“Stan.” Em’s voice cuts clean through the cold air.
I freeze with a dramatic sigh, shoulders slumping as I look back at her. “C’mon,” I mutter, letting my disappointment show. “You can’t dangle a view like this and expect me not to touch.”
Lix’s mouth twitches. He doesn’t laugh out loud, but I feel it in the way his hands shake on my shoulders.
I glare up at him. “You’re enjoying this too much.”
A few seconds stretch between us, becoming unbearable. Em watches, her big eyes round, curious, and calculating behind her glasses, taking us in like she’s deciding how much trouble she wants to cause.
Then she says, “Stan, put your mouth on Lix—”
She doesn’t even get the rest of it out. My lips latch onto the sizable strain against Lix’s zipper, eyes lifting to meet his. The groan he lets out is rough and helpless, dragged straight outta him.
His pupils go dark, swallowing every trace of blue. His hips roll, grinding him against my mouth.
I roll my eyes and moan around him, letting him know I felt that. “Fucking hot,” I mumble.
He pants, hands flexing on my shoulders, while Em takes her sweet time to tell us what to do next. I’d wait all damn day for her, even if it’s torture.
Luckily, it comes sooner than that. “Unzip him with your teeth, Stan.”
I lick my lips before I take his zipper tab between my teeth and pull it down. My nose bumps his boner, breathing in his musk. Salty, tangy, tasty.
“Lix,” Em says. “Pull your pants and boxers down.”
Lix follows her direction, his hands leaving my shoulders to do as he’s told.
I don’t wait. I tilt my head, darting my tongue out once his cock’s free.
“Stan.” Em’s voice is so light and pretty, but it’s so bossy right now too. It stops both of us cold. “I didn’t say you could do that.”
Lix sucks in a breath. “Sorry,” he blurts out, shoulders tensing.
“I’m not,” I say with a shrug.
Her breath hitches. Just a little. That’s all I need to hear to keep misbehaving.
I drag my mouth up the length of him. Lix’s hands find my shoulders again, grip tightening, breath breaking apart while Em watches us with that focused look that tells me she’s distracted at how one of her boyfriends is blowing the other.
My hands slip around Lix’s hips, with my mouth doing what I know will drive him insane.
First, I lick up his length. Such a long dick for a pretty face. Devastating combo.
Then my hands move. One cups his balls, rolling them tenderly in my fingers. My other hand holds the base of his cock.
That’s when I take more of him in my mouth, suck hard, hollowing my cheeks.
“Oh god,” Lix groans.
Close by, Em lets out an adorable whimper.
I spare her a side glance and see her pouting, her glasses sliding down her nose.
Making sure she’s seeing this, I slide my mouth on Lix, sucking greedily and swallowing his precum down.
I don’t stop, not until Em tells me to. So I keep going and going, bobbing my head and playing with our pretty boyfriend who makes the naughtiest noises.
When I’m up for air, I’m licking his leaking tip, and he lets out this helpless sound from the back of his throat and glances wildly between us. “Em,” he says. “Please. I need to know if I can, uh…”
Oh, I know what he wants to say, but I don’t help him out. I don’t answer for her either. I’m having way too much fun watching him struggle.
Em’s looking at us like she forgot how words work. Eyes dark, lips parted, breathing fast under my coat, fingers digging into the blanket like she knows she’s about to lose control.
Lix sways, almost losing balance, but I catch him in time. My hands are on his ass, kneading them, and keeping him pinned on me.
That’s what snaps her out of it. “Lix,” she says, blinking big. “You want to finish?”
He nods, desperate. “We’re kinda out in the open,” he manages between heavy breaths, “and it’s cold.”
I chuckle. He glares down at me. I chuckle harder, my hand stroking him faster to annoy him ‘cause Em still didn’t say he could come.
“Fucking hell,” Lix mutters under his breath, fogging over me.
I keep staring up at him while I take him in my mouth again.
“Stan…” he moans my name, and I internally curse myself for not having my phone to record this.
Then Lix whips his head toward Em.
“Please, Em,” he begs. “Please, I need to…”