Billy

Josie had gone to the apartment downstairs to help Mrs Evans, the new tenant, with her two-year-old son while Mrs Evans ran to the grocery store. Simone was out with some dude she was seeing at the time. Pick and I were sitting on the couch watching CSI. The women of the house hated the show, so we were happy to get the place to ourselves, knowing that Josie was only downstairs safe.

“Saw Cameron the other day,” Pick said after taking a pull of his beer.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, the idiot and two of his friends cornered me in the dunny. Apparently, they thought I was the lesser freak of the two of us.”

I busted out laughing, knowing that wasn’t true. We were both the same really. When we protected, we did it in the way no fool would want to try shit. The most ruthless way possible.

“What a fuckin’ tool,” I said. “What’d you do?”

“After I knocked out his friends, I threatened to gut him like the pig he is. To get my point across, he now has a small scrape across his stomach.”

Snorting, I asked, “You think he knows we don’t fuck around now?”

“Not likely.”

“What’s up with that fucker? How dumb can one person be?”

“He likes to hide behind his lawyer daddy. He thinks he’s invincible.”

“Idiot. No one’s invincible to Hawks.”

“Exactly.”

My hands played with my now empty beer bottle. I’d been wanting to ask Pick something for a long time, but fuck, I was a dude and dudes didn’t talk about anything but cars, bikes and work.

“What you wanna ask?” Pick questioned. I looked over at him, one brow raised. I swear the dick could read minds sometimes. He lay on the couch, his knees bent and feet up right next to me. Then he spread his legs and smirked up at me.

“You’re a fuckin’ freak when you do that.”

He shrugged. “I know. It’s just easy to read you and our girl, that’s all. So, you gonna talk or what?”

“Christ, Pick. I don’t know...Fuck. Okay, look...do you think? Hell, I’ve had a hard-on for the last three weeks over our woman. Do you think she’s ready to, you know?”

I was waiting for the laugh, the teasing. When it didn’t come, I looked over at him. His face was serious. He shrugged and said, “Not sure. She loves the attention we give her already and, fuck, I know she gets excited from it, but I ain’t sure she’s ready for the next step. Even if we are more than ready.”

Banging my head against the back of the couch, I said, “My dick has had enough of my hand every fuckin’ morning in the shower.”

“I know the feeling,” Pick uttered.

We went back to watching TV. I was glad to know I wasn’t the only one havin’ a hard time. Josie was fuckin’ amazing. She shared her sweetness between the two of us perfectly. Leaving neither of us worrying she cared for the other more. Nope, our woman showed us both the same love.

CSI finished and goddamn Mork and Mindy started playin’. There was no way in hell I was sitting through that crap.

“Pass the remote. We ain’t watching this,” I demanded, holding out my hand for the remote sitting behind Pick’s head on the armrest of the couch.

“Fuck off, this show is a classic.”

“Brother, do not fuck with me. I ain’t watching it.”

Pick chuckled. “Looks like you don’t have a choice.”

Dammit, he was gonna hog the fuckin’ remote and make me suffer through it. Well, screw that. I moved quickly, I was over him reaching for the remote, but the dick was faster. He grabbed it and stretched his arm out further from my reach.

“Give me the fuckin’ remote,” I snapped.

“Get the fuck off and I’ll think about it.” Seeing his mouth twitch when I looked down at him, I knew the fucker was full of shit.

Stretching out, my fingers just touched it...but then all thoughts fled my head when I heard Pick let out a strangled, “Jesus.”

My cock knew before my brain registered what my body was actually doing and I guessed Pick had just figured it out as well. Motherfucking Christ, in the action of getting the remote, I was suddenly grinding my hips down on Pick’s and without knowing it during the struggle, Pick’s legs had moved apart to let my weight fall on top of him.

Now I knew I was rubbin’ my hard-as-fuck cock against his just-as-hard dick I couldn’t stop. The friction felt fuckin’ unreal, especially when it wasn’t my hand rubbin’ one off; instead, I was using Pick’s body.

“Hell,” I growled. My hand fell away from even trying to get the remote, to the armrest above Pick’s head as I kept rubbing our cocks together. I looked down at his half-mast eyes. Christ, he was gone as much as I was. I had to stop it though.

But fuck it felt so good.

“Goddamn.” I groaned when Pick’s hands slapped to my waist and brought my hips down harder as we slid up and down on each other. “We...we need to stop,” I hissed through clenched teeth.

Fuck. My balls were shrinking up. I was close to comin’. Damn, it had been too long from havin’ a warm body under me, even if I wasn’t inside that body, just the friction was enough.

“In a second.” Pick glared up at me. He wanted to finish. Hell, I did also, but we shouldn’t be doing what we were doing.

No matter how much my cock loved me for it right then.

Something made me look over my shoulder...motherfuckin’ Christ. Josie stood there, her eyes hooded, her breath rapid and her hands clenched. Blow me the fuck over, it was like she was fighting with herself not to come over.

What would have been the gentleman thing to do was jump off Pick and attend to Josie, but I was too fuckin’ far gone, all I could think about was the release clawin’ its way out soon.

Leanin’ down to Pick more, I whispered, “Our girl’s watchin’.”

“Fuck—”

“She’s likin’ what she’s seein’.”

“Ah, Jesus.” Pick groaned. Yeah he was feelin’ what I was. How fuckin’ hot it was havin’ the girl of our dreams watchin’ us and gettin’ off on it.

So much so, I felt my release on the edge. “I’m gonna come.” I moaned and I wasn’t quiet about it.

“Fuck yeah. Christ, here comes mine.” Pick’s grip was gonna leave bruises tomorrow on my hips, but four more slides up and down, our cocks rubbin’ in the right spot sent us over the edge and we convulsed and yelled together as we let our loads squirt free into our boxers and jeans.

The need to collapse on top of Pick was heavy. Still, we had our horny girl to deal with. Hell, if I had known our girl would get turned on by watching me rub one off on Pick, then I would have done it a long time ago.

Slowly, I moved back to sit down at the end of the couch and turned my gaze to Josie, who was frozen on the spot just inside the front door. Her fisted hand was over her heart now. Was she trying to slow it?

The only thing that was annoying the hell outta me was the wetness in my jeans. I’d come so hard I swore I’d have a wet patch staining my jeans.

“Sweetheart...” I waited for her eyes to turn to my face and not our groins. “Did you like what you saw?”

“Billy,” Pick’s voice warned.

“I-um.” Josie licked her lips. Yeah, she liked it a helluva lot. “Y-yes.”

With that word, Pick sat up quickly with a smug smile on his face. “Precious, how did you like it?”

“W-what do you mean?” Her head turned on its side while she thought about Pick’s question.

“Babe,” I started, her eyes went to me. “Are you wet?”

“Oh,” she gasped. Our girl, so sweet, so shy and nervous. “Um...yes. Shouldn’t I be?” she asked with worry lacing her voice.

Pick stood first and walked to her. His hands cupped her face before he brought her face up and he touched his lips with hers. “Some women would get off on seeing that. We weren’t sure if you would. But we’re glad you did.”

“You are?” she asked on a whisper.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” I said, steppin’ up to them. Pick moved back so Josie could see me. “Now the question is,” I began, but then leaned in to kiss her. Christ, when her tongue peeked out to touch my bottom lip, I deepened the kiss. She was more than ready for the next small stage. One hand grabbed her arse and I pulled her closer, a mew spilled from her mouth that was still attacking mine.

With regret, I moved my mouth from her lips to nibble down her neck. I gestured to Pick to move closer. He did. He stepped up to Josie’s other side and as her neck was arched for my kisses, Pick took her lips and she moaned. She was in the moment, feelin’ instead of thinkin’. If we could keep her there, she would love it.

Pullin’ my head back so I could watch Pick and Josie kiss, because it turned me the fuck on, again my dick grew with eagerness. Especially when I saw Pick’s hand move up her waist to run over Josie’s breast.

“Yes,” she mumbled against his lips and that, of course, gave him the sign to keep goin’. His hand quickly slid down and then up under her tee where he took her breast in hand.

His lips moved from her mouth. He rested his forehead against hers as their heavy breaths got under control.

“Maybe we should move this to the bedroom,” I suggested. Josie’s nod was subtle, but it was there. So Pick removed his hand and grabbed hers to lead her to her bedroom where I was already making my way down the hall. “I’m just gonna change my pants,” I said, moving into Parker’s room where Pick’s and my clothes were held.

“I’ll do mine when you get back,” Pick said, his voice deeper than usual, lust riding it.

After a quick change and clean up, I made my way into Josie’s room only wearing black boxers. I wasn’t sure Jose was ready to see me totally naked.

Motherfuckin’ God. When I walked in, it was to see them laying out on the bed. Pick had his upper body over Josie’s and his mouth was attacking hers again while his hand inched up her tee. Seeing them like that was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. But then Pick noticed my presence, he stopped and climbed off the bed.

“Just gonna change.” he smiled.

Before Josie’s fog could clear, I was over to that bed and hoping on it. “How you doin’, sweetheart?” I asked and lay down on the side closest to the door.

She didn’t answer, too in the zone. Her body was controlling what she was feelin’. So instead, she reached for me, her arm curving around my neck and pulling me down so our lips met. She kissed me and again my dick was hard in seconds. It wanted in her, but I had bad news for him because we weren’t goin’ there. This was about pleasuring her and nothin’ more. I’d already got off that night. It was Josie’s turn.

The bed dipped on Josie’s other side, lettin’ me know Pick was back. I looked up to see he was also only wearing a pair of black boxers.

“Precious,” he said. I shifted back so she could turn to him. “Are you wet, baby?”

“Y-yes,” she stuttered.

“Can I feel?”

Christ. Yes.

“I-I...”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. If you don’t like it or anything in any way, just let us know, yeah?”

She nodded slowly. I sent a chin lift to Pick before my lips went to her neck. She arched for me and while she was distracted by feelin’ my lips upon her, I lifted her tee up past her stomach and chest. Her handful of breasts were covered in her red lacy see-through bra. My dick jerked under my boxers because as I gently smothered her in kisses, I watched her boobs rise and fall rapidly. Red was my favourite colour on her pale skin.

Josie tilted her head back, her eyes closed tightly. I watched as Pick kissed her stomach and then his fingers trailed up her thigh still covered in her jeans. I stared intently as he undid her button and slowly slid down the zipper on her jeans, all while I kept her mind from going there with my lips, tongue and teeth. Once he had the zipper all the way down, he looked up and met my gaze. Fuck, we were both excited about this part. I could see Pick’s erection pressing against his boxers like mine was.

Moving my lips down to her chest, just above her breast, so I could watch more closely. Pick licked his lips. Yeah, fucker, I wanted a taste of her as well. His hand slowly slid between the gap her jeans made...and that was when she froze.