“Next time. We have other plans for this evening,” Hugh explained and stood. When his hand reached out for Atlas, he took it, and Hugh helped him stand. He led Atlas toward the kitchen, then down to the basement, which I’d spent forever helping to finish.
“Are there shackles and BDSM torture devices down here?” Atlas joked.
Hugh laughed as he walked down the steps, flipping on the lights. “Nothing like that. We have our BDSM fun at a sex club called The Backdoor. Linden and I would like to take you there one day.”
“Yes, please. Sounds fun!”
“You’re so easy to please,” Hugh chuckled.
Part of the basement had been converted into a game room with a pool table and a dartboard. In a corner stood a retro video game, a pinball machine, and a jukebox.
“Love!” Atlas said as he walked around the pool table, dragging his long, delicate fingers over the green felt.
I stopped him when he reached me, turned him to face the table, and bent him over. I leaned on top of him and nipped his ear. “Do you play pool, Princess?”
“I’ve played a few times.”
“So, we don’t need to explain the rules?”
Atlas wiggled his ass against my cock, which was still hard. “Nope, but I’m sure you have other rules in mind.”
Hugh lifted Atlas’s face by his chin. “The pool rules stay the same. But for every shot you miss, you have to remove a piece of your clothing.”
“And do you strip naked, too, or only me? Because I’ve been dying to see your top halves.”
“Us too.”
Hugh moved to grab a fistful of Atlas’s hair and kissed him. “But Linden and I are very good at pool.”
“And if I lose?”
“Win or lose, we’re going to fuck the hell out of you.”
“Oh, god, yes!”
He chuckled and let Atlas go as I stood and pulled him upright. “You say that now, but if you lose, we’re going to edge the hell out of you.”
“Edged?” he squeaked. His tone told us he knew exactly what my cousin meant.
“Only we can tell you when you’re allowed to orgasm,” I explained.
“Ugh, you both are going to kill me. Monsters!”
We broke out laughing and gathered him to us in a group hug. “You’ll live, Princess. Trust us, we’ll spoil the hell out of you in return,” Hugh said.
Atlas feigned a pout, sticking out his cute bottom lip, which I tugged on. “Let’s put some lipstick on these beauties.”
“Beauties? I hate my lips. They’re like razor wire.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked. “They’re gorgeous, and they look perfect wrapped around my cock. I should know.”
“Tsh, if you say so.”
Hugh grabbed his chin. “No berating yourself. Unacceptable.”
Atlas’s dark eyes were large and looked up at my cousin so earnestly, wanting to believe us. Was he that insecure about his appearance? Hugh and I found him highly attractive.
He let him go and sat his ass against the pool table. “Do you know how to rack the balls?”
