I peeked at my cousin over Atlas’s curls. He was still watching us thoughtfully as he sipped his pinot grigio. When I smiled, he smiled back.
He set down the glass, leaned forward, and placed his hand on my thigh. My body instantly reacted to his electrical touch. He placed a kiss on Atlas’s shoulder before meeting my eyes again. With a light squeeze, he sat up straight again.
What was that about?
“What movie are we going to see?” Hugh asked, pulling out his phone. “I can buy us tickets.”
Atlas climbed off me and sat in his seat when the server brought our food out. He put the napkin on his lap and stabbed a fork into his steak salad. “What about that thriller with Henry Cavill? He’s todiefor. He’ssodreamy.”
“Okay, no movies with Henry Cavill are allowed,” he huffed, making Atlas and me laugh.
“Please, sweetKing.”
“Going right for the jugular, I see. Fine, Henry Cavill it is.”
“Yay!”
That night after the movie, we all piled into my king-sized bed. Rarely did we spend the night at each other’s homes, not until Atlas. I loved them both in my bed.
Atlas was tucked against me, his face pressed to my throat. Meanwhile, Hugh was spooning him. I stared at Hugh’s head as he tried to sleep, his dancing fingers on my hip, making me fucking ache for him. It wasn’t like him to touch me a lot, so I didn’t know what to make of it, other than that Atlas wasbringing it out of him, and we’d all been more intimate lately. It probably didn’t mean anything.
As if sensing I was staring at him, Hugh lifted his head to look at me. I didn’t bother prying my eyes away when he caught me. He said nothing as he reached for my face and combed away some of my fallen bangs.
My breath caught, and I didn’t dare move or say a word. Before I could overthink what just happened, Hugh curled back into Atlas to sleep, leaving me confused and needy as fuck.
Chapter 24
Atlas
Thedoublepenetrationburnedand stretched me as far as I could be stretched. It was always a lot when Hugh and Linden fucked me at the same time. But I loved it. I felt consumed by them. They never did anything together, like touching or kissing, but doing this… Fuck, them rubbing their cocks made me want to come just thinking about it. I really wish they’d have sex, but they’d already explained they were cousins, and it was weird for them. While I wanted to understand, fucking me at the same timewastouching each other.
My body lay prone on top of Hugh as Linden did most of the work. The bedroom was steamy from our breath and sweat. Their scents mingled to create something unique, and I loved it.
When they wanted me like this, I felt owned and loved.
After they both came, we lay there for a while, our bodies in knots, clinging together, panting and kissing.
Eventually, we all pried our bodies apart to take a quick shower.
Despite being exhausted, I felt this sudden urge to give them one more of their fantasies, and something we hadn’t done yet. I wanted to give them everything. Linden and Hugh had done so much for me, and I gave them so little. The least I could do was give them my body.
As the water ran, I sat on my knees in the shower and folded my hands in my lap.
“What are you doing, baby?” Linden asked.
“Giving you what you want, and something you’ve talked about before. Mark me as yours. I want to rub your scents into my skin.”
They looked down at me in confusion. Really? I reached for their cocks, wrapped my fingers around them, and pointed them at my face. “Do it. I want it.”
Their faces cleared up with understanding. “You sure, precious?” Hugh asked.
“Yes, I want this. Do whatever you want to me. The shower will clean everything away.” When they didn’t move, I huffed at them. “Mark me, darlings.”
I didn’t let go of their cocks, keeping them aimed at me. Linden was the first to give in. A pale yellow stream of piss hit my face. I closed my eyes and moved his cock around. It didn’t take Hugh long to follow, pissing on my chest and throat.
I didn’t think I’d like it, but I strangely did. Much like spanking, it shouldn’t be a turn-on, but it was. Perhaps it was the taboo element, but I think a lot of it had to do with the feeling of being owned by them. They made me theirs. There was just something freeing about letting go of societal norms and letting Hugh and Linden piss all over me.
It didn’t last long, and when they finished, they helped me to stand before gathering me in their arms and holding me, covered in urine and all.
