“I think you’ve had a little too much to drink,” Cash said gruffly. When his buddy’s hand reached for his zipper, his brows shot up. “You can’t be serious.”

Hiss. Dylan dragged down the zipper, shooting him a look loaded with an unexpected amount of heat. “Come on, McCoy, you know I’m a firm believer in the try-anything-once philosophy.”

Next thing he knew, his friend’s hand slid beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs and…yup, Dylan’s fingers were wrapping around his shaft. Which hardened. Like instantly. And not just in a semi, look-at-that-someone’s-touching-me way. His c**k went stiffer than a flagpole, rising from zero to full mast in two seconds flat.

His gaze flew to Jen, whose eyes had grown wide. Her mouth slackened as if she couldn’t fathom the scene in front of her.

He couldn’t quite fathom it either, but God help him, he couldn’t seem to stop it. When Dylan squeezed his shaft, his body arched involuntarily, his erection eagerly jutting into that callused hand. A drop of precome beaded at the tip of his cock, and he saw Jen’s eyes fix on that pearly drop.

“You like it,” she accused, sounding both awed and aroused.

“He likes it,” Dylan confirmed with a chuckle.

The base of his spine began tingling as Dylan jacked his cock. His friend’s hand was bigger, rougher than a woman’s, his strokes more forceful. But it didn’t hurt. Oh no, Dylan knew exactly how much pressure to exert, which didn’t surprise Cash—he supposed only a man would know how much force another man could take.

What did surprise him was his visceral reaction to the feel of that strong, masculine grip on his dick. Mouth dry, pulse racing, palms damp. Dylan kept pumping his cock, squeezing the head on each upstroke. It felt so damn good, Cash let out a groan.

Dylan studied his face, those green eyes darkening with arousal, flickering with an unspoken question.

Cash responded by easing his pants down his hips, giving his friend a better handle on his package. Dylan tugged hard on his cock, then swiped his finger over the moisture seeping from the tip and spread the sticky substance along the rock-hard shaft.

“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Jen choked out.

Dylan released Cash’s erection and shot him a half-smile. “Should we make her hotter?”

When his friend moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue, Cash knew exactly what he planned to do. The urge to resist warred with the need for release. He sat there. Torn. Turned on. Ready to explode.

Swallowing, he thrust his dick back into Dylan’s hand, then groaned when his buddy squeezed the shaft so hard it ached. He closed his eyes to revel in the incredible sensations, but his eyelids snapped open when the couch squeaked and that wicked hand disappeared from his cock.

Dylan slid onto his knees on the floor, and Cash glanced down just in time to see his friend’s lips close over his engorged head.

He jerked, overcome with sensation. Oh, Jesus. That felt criminally good.

The sight of Dylan’s lips stretched around his shaft brought him to a level of pleasure he hadn’t known existed. He groaned as Dylan sucked harder, each wet tug stoking the fire building in his balls. The lust pulsing in his veins was so powerful, so startling, that he pulled out of the other man’s mouth, needing to put a stop to this madness.

“You okay?” Dylan rasped, peering up at him.

He looked into those heavy-lidded green eyes, and just like that, his resolve crumbled. Screw resistance. If Dylan was into it, and Jen was into it, then he might as well go with it.

“I’m good,” he said hoarsely. And then, shoving his hand in Dylan’s blond hair, Cash guided that hot male mouth to his c**k and settled back to enjoy his first blowjob from another man.

Chapter Nine

Jen was seconds away from spontaneous combustion. She’d never seen anything more arousing than the raunchy scene happening four feet away from her.

Dylan was on his knees, with Cash’s c**k buried deep in his mouth.

How was this real?

Her clit swelled and throbbed, but she was too stunned to do anything about it. Struggling to breathe, she set the ice cream carton on the table, unable to take her eyes off the two men on the couch. Dylan made low growls in the back of his throat as he sucked Cash’s c**k in slow, deep pulls. The pleasure etched onto Cash’s face stole the breath from her lungs. He rested one hand on his friend’s head, the other curled into a fist at his side. But silent and passive he wasn’t—even with another man, he had no problem vocalizing the rough, sexy demands she’d become accustomed to.

“Tease my balls,” he ground out, rocking his hips as he f**ked Dylan’s mouth.

She nearly passed out when Dylan followed his friend’s orders. He squeezed the heavy globes, then released the c**k in his mouth with a wet pop, skimmed his tongue down the length and buried his face in Cash’s balls.

“Oh f**k,” Cash mumbled. “Yeah, that’s good.”

Hot waves of raw lust rolled through her, tingling her ni**les, scorching her sex. Her panties were drenched. Pressure built in her core. Moaning, she slipped a hand into her leggings, inside her panties and palmed her wet folds.

She couldn’t believe she was watching another man going down on Cash. And Dylan seemed to be enjoying the hell out of himself; his muffled groans filled the air, combining with Cash’s ragged breaths.

Her eyes nearly popped out of the sockets when Cash tangled both hands in his friend’s hair and brought Dylan’s mouth back to his cock. “Take me deep,” he muttered. “Fuck, man, suck harder.”