( Jem always manages to surprise him; Eddie's not expecting the heat of her above him, the familiar wetness catching along his cock and moving away. he arches up to follow her but the weight of Billy above him means it's a moot effort.

it doesn't break his focus for long, not when he wants to make good on a promise to rock Billy's world. he squeezes at Billy's thighs, pulling him down as he presses the top of his tongue against his hole and follows it with a scrape of teeth. )

How's he looking, baby? Bet our boy's so pretty like this and I'm missing the view, he thinks into Jem's head, into Billy's too. the last few weeks have taught him that he likes to watch them coming undone as much as he likes to make it happen.