Chapter 6

Stepping toward River, she removed his belt and unzipped his slacks. His gaze locked on hers as he slid his boxers and slacks down to his thighs.

Greg caught his breath as he watched his friend’s cock spring free. It was larger than it had been as a teen, and he imagined how it would feel if he touched it. Would it still be like steel covered in satin? Would it stretch him as it filled him, pleasured him even at this age? His own dick swelled and strained against the restriction of his clothing.

It was River, not Marleena, who reached for Greg’s belt buckle.

“No,” Greg said. He stopped River’s hands.

“Oh, yes. Yes.”

Again, he could not resist.

After his belt was gone, River worked down his slacks with slow and deliberate care. He knelt and tugged at the waistband of the white briefs.

Greg shut his eyes. He didn’t think he’d ever breathe again.