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approval of his size and taste before her mouth closed over him, hot and wet.
    Simon rose from his seat, pants shoved down, his cock hard, the head purple and beading with moisture. Guiding it with his hand he stroked it on the woman’s clean shaven pussy and grinned at Darius.
    “Want me to fuck you? Want my cock buried deep inside?”
    She hummed her approval around Darius, the vibration shooting sparks of pleasure to his tight balls. Small sounds came from her throat as she writhed on the table close to climax. Darius watched Simon thrust in to the hilt in one smooth glide, her body arched to meet his. Reaching over her Darius stroked her clit, his fingers matching Simon’s thrusting.
    Simon fingers dug into her hips setting a quick pace in and out, in and out. She wrapped her long legs around his waist. A breathless moan escaped her lips as she released Darius. Her body bowed back, tensing as her orgasm hit. Simon gasped, sweat beading on his forehead and chest, his face tight with concentration, his big body shaking.
    “Fuck, can’t…I can’t come,” Simon bit out between harsh breaths.
    The two of them shared many women and he’d seen this happen more than once when Simon got too caught up in his head.
    “Hey, baby, I need you to suck him off,” Darius instructed. She proved more than eager to comply.
    “Two cocks instead of one, I’m a lucky girl.” She chuckled, pulling away and rolling onto her stomach taking a cock in each hand she alternated between pumping one while sucking the other until they were both ready to shoot their load.
    It didn’t take long as Simon’s his body seized with the intensity of his climax. With a low growl he came, the blonde lapping and swallowing greedily as he spent himself in her mouth.
    Darius let his fingers spear through her silky blonde tresses as she set back to work on his cock. His hips rocked in counter point to her as she took him deep into her throat in a sliding stroke up to the head of his cock then back down again.
    Slow, hot and tight.
    Pleasure built in the base of his spine and balls, traveling down his thighs. He threw his head back on a groan as his muscles clamped down, his load spurting down her throat.
    Darius pulled out of her mouth bent and kissed her tasting Simon mixed with him. Salty and sweet, so good he deepened the kiss to lap up more of the heady taste. A hand stroked tentatively through his hair, traveling to his cheek and down his throat. Breaking the kiss he turned his face and found another pair of lips pressing on his own. A tongue darted in through his parted lips in a hesitant exploration.
    God the taste!
    He wanted more, needed more of the spicy sweet taste, turning the kiss from questing to demanding, his tongue stroking, twisting, and dueling. His heart stuttered as a hunger unlike any he had ever known ignited deep within him, threatening to devour him whole. His pulse quickened, his heart banged in his chest, a painful pounding threatening to burst free from his ribcage.
    Darius grew so hard it was painful; usually it took a bit more time to get it up again, but not this time. Realization hit him with the force of a freight train. He was kissing Simon.
    And liking it!
    He jerked away from Simon with a mixture of surprise and horror. Simon was his best friend, as close as a brother. For Christ’s sake he liked women! The desire still throbbing through his body mocked his words as he stared into eyes glazed with need.
    No fucking way was he dealing with this, not now, not ever!
    Darius jerked away from Simon as if he’d been burned, looking anywhere but at his friend.
    The blonde giggled while readjusting her clothing. “Damn that was hot seeing the two of you go at it like that.”
    “I’ve wanted to tell you for so long,” Simon started.
    “Don’t,” Darius held up a hand as if to ward him off. “I don’t want to fucking know. You are my best friend damn you, what in the nine levels of hell was that all