I squeeze the two men like they’re life itself. Because they are.
They aremylife itself, and I don’t want any restrictions around us anymore. I don’t want anything holding us back.
Normal is done. Finished.
And we are us.
For better or worse.
As well as for richer and poorer.
Because that’s one potential repercussion that is left to be seen…
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The energy in the room is a stark contrast when the walls come tumbling down between us. The way the two guys look at each other, soaking in each other’s beauty, is enough to take my breath. The adoration between them is palpable, and I’m right back in Cannes, admiring their devotion.
It feels like home, even in a hotel suite.
Heath brushes Josh’s cheek with his thumb, his smile nothing like the ruthless Count.
“No more puppy dog for you tonight, Josh,” he says. “Let’s put that little tantrum to bed now, shall we? Literally.”
“Dead and buried,” Josh says. “The last thing I want to be is a puppy dog right now, Heathy baby.”
Their kisses have a far deeper fervour as the energy boils. My boyfriend’s eyes are closed, savouring the sensation of our lover’s mouth as they go all in. I love being a bystander to this brilliance. I would never want to forfeit a life watching my boyfriend so besotted with another man.
He runs his fingers through Heath’s tumble of hair, scooping it back from his face as he nips his bottom lip.
“This feels so much better,” he whispers. “I’ve missed this so much.”
“We’ve all been starving for it,” Heath replies. “So, let me taste some more. I love the taste of your mouth, Josh. I love the taste ofyou.”
I retreat from the pair of them, silently and slowly with a smile on my face as I prepare to watch the genuine action unfold. Being a voyeur to their lust fills me with glee. My pussy is thrumming, needing to see them in full flow. That’s what I want. That’s what I need as much as they do.
They fall onto the bed together, hands roving as they get naked. It’s Josh on top this time around, and Heath grabs his toned ass, hitching his own muscular legs up as they grind together carefully, cock to cock. They need to be so careful with the barbells, but the risk makes it all the more intoxicating. The danger of the barbells grating is always a white-knuckle ride.
Josh turns to face me when they are full into the motions, smirking with delight when he sees my hand between my legs, playing gently as I watch them.
“Get over here,sweet curva,” he says. “You’re a part of this as much as we are.”
“Just enjoying the show,” I laugh, but Josh beckons me closer.
“Enjoy the show from over here, please.”
I climb up beside them on the huge bed, feeling the heat as they continue the grind. I position myself on all fours, my clit tingling as I alternate kisses between them. Josh then Heath on loop, until the kisses blur together, all of us as one as their cocks keep grinding.
Heath gasps as the tension ramps, tipping his head back from the kiss as Josh’s rhythm overwhelms him. I know the look on his face, approaching orgasm. I’ve seen it enough times to read his desperation.
It’s far better than the rush of De Chante.
“Move down the bed, curva,” he tells me, with short breaths. “Work your boyfriend’s sweet dirty ass as we play.”
Josh doesn’t protest as I scuttle down the mattress, my mouth dripping at the thought. Heath’s hands are spreading my gorgeous boyfriend’s ass cheeks, revealing the winking brown ring that can take so much, it’s a wonder.
But what I want to give him now is another round of kisses. I take Josh’s ass cheeks from Heath and hold them wide open myself. I dip my head and work to the guys’ grinding beat, lapping my tongue up the sweaty valley and teasing the tip into the filthy hole. I want to get Josh ready for so much for Heath. I want to prep him to take the cock he was crying out for when Heath was forcing him to be a puppy dog, subject to his whim as he denied him the pleasure.
Punishing him.
