“Fuck, Hugh… watching you blow someone is a whole other level of hotness,” Linden says in a hoarse and breathy voice.
He leans forward and starts thrusting hard into Jay’s mouth, who’s gagging and slurping. How is he able to take such a pounding in his throat? My eyes are face-to-face with Linden’s hole, and I almost want to touch it or even lick it, but I don’t. He’s my cousin, and this is strange enough. I don’t want to freak him out.
I must be sucking Jay off well enough because it doesn’t take long before hot cum shoots into my mouth. He lets out a strangled cry because he’s full of my cousin’s cock.
The load surprises me for some reason, which is stupid, being a dude and all. It’s bitter on my tongue, and while weird, I swallow it all down.
I pull out my finger, stand, and stroke myself as I watch Linden come. His head is dropped, and a hand is pressed against my headboard to keep from falling forward. But it’s Jay’s swollen red lips around my cousin’s dick that turns me on the most.
Linden lets loose a guttural sound as he comes. When he’s finished, he climbs off Jay.
“Fucking hell. What a mouth you have, Jay. It was made by the gods.”
Jay sits up, his blond hair looks sexily wrecked, and his face is thoroughly fucked. And I’m standing there like an idiot, holding my cock, not sure what else to do.
Linden glances up at me before patting the bed. “Jay, would you like to show my cousin what an amazing mouth you have?”
“Mmm, gladly. It’s the least I can do for him, sucking me so beautifully.”
Thank fuck Linden didn’t tease me about my first blow job. Maybe he will later, but for now, he’s including me in this little game we’ve got going on.
I sit on the edge of the bed as Jay sits on his knees on the floor. I reach for his hair and finger his strands back behind his ears. Jay tilts his head and smiles softly at my need to touch him.
Long fingers with beautifully painted nails grip my knees and spread my legs apart. He crawls between them and wraps that sexy hand around my length, giving it a few pulls.
Linden sits behind me, rests his chin on my shoulder, and watches the show. I’m sure he’s fascinated by this change in me. And I’m still not weirded out by all this, even with Linden being naked and pressed up against me. Other than that, he keeps his hands to himself.
“You’re going to love Jay’s lips wrapped around you, Hugh,” he whispers in my ear. My body shudders at this breath ghosting my ear.
I pry my eyes away from the beautiful man between my legs to look up at my roommate, who’s now sucking the girl’s pussy, licking up his cum. Neither of them is paying attention to us.
Warm lips and a soft tongue suddenly engulf my cock. I want to watch, but I have no control over my eyes. They close as I lean my head back against Linden. His breath hitches, or so I think.
I’m flooded with fantasies of fucking Jay with his panties pulled down his ass and over his thighs from behind. Long red nails digging into the sheets as I pound the hell out of him.
His ass is round, and while he’s not as curvy as women, he’s delicate like them.
My body grows warm, yet a blanket of goosebumps travels along my skin. My heart rate soars as I get lost in Jay’s mouthand Linden’s dirty words in my ear. While I’m highly sexual, I had no idea Linden is too.
It doesn’t take me long for my orgasm to explode out of me—my strongest one yet, and even more than I had with the older woman.
Present Day
I got ready for my morning at work and Atlas’s first day on the job. My cock was hard after that memory of my first time with a man hit me. Instead of rubbing one out, I managed to calm my body down.
That was the day I learned a lot about myself, from my sexual needs to what turned me on the most. After that, Linden and I often tag-teamed whenever he found a man feminine enough for me. He went out of his way to find them—until Atlas. I was the one to see him. The only time we don’t play that game is when I’m with a woman, even though I’d managed to talk him into it a few times. I enjoyed sex more whenever Linden was involved.
While I enjoyed those other men, they didn’t match Atlas’s energy. Atlas reminded me so much of Jay, but he was even better. Jay was a trial run. Atlas was the endgame. I could sense it.
I shouldn’t have defied my father. I shouldn’t have hired Atlas. But I couldn’t bring myself to care, which was a first. I’d always obeyed him.
For the first time in my life, I’d reached and grabbed whatIwanted and not what my father wanted, damn the consequences.
Chapter 8
Linden
Withacupofcoffee in hand, I stepped into my office and locked the door behind me. It was Atlas’s first day of work, and I was vibrating with excitement. Not only do I not have to go through my fucking emails anymore, filtering out legit messages from spam—what a tedious fucking jobthatwas—but we would probably have some playtime. Or so I hoped.
