I nod because I won’t deny him anything. Not sure I’m there, but I’ll come whenever the fuck he wants me to.
His eyes remain locked with mine as he rides. I’m aware of it in my entire body. The way he bounces. The way he shoves that thing in his ass. The pace in which his hand moves over his leaking cock, mine mirroring the movement.
The sounds coming out of his parted lips. “Someday”—he groans, eyes closing briefly as he rides—“this will be you. I’ll make us both feel so fucking good, Caulder.”
I whimper. There’s no other word to describe the pathetic sound that I release.
“Fuck. I’m going to come. Come with me, babe. Please.”
The most I can do is nod frantically. It’s erotic and mesmerizing. I stare at his face, transfixed by how it changes with his arousal. His orgasm has his cock squirting like a hose. I’m not sure how he manages it, maybe because he says my name when he comes, but I join him, covering myself in my own release.
When he’s finished, he falls sideways, the cock slipping from his ass, and lands on the tile. For a second, all I can see is his thighs, closer to the screen now. Then the world spins and I’m facing Lo.
“Rub your cum into your chest,” he says. “Let me watch you and pretend it’s my cum.”
I shudder as I do. Swiping my fingers through my release and rubbing it into my pectoral. Around my nipple. Along my sternum.
Lo sighs.
Not for the first time, I envy Lo’s confidence. He didn’t question or hesitate when I told him I wanted to see him use a toy.
Opening my eyes, I find Lo watching me, toying with his cum and licking his lips.
“Don’t stay on the floor,” I say, winded as if it were me who’d ridden the fake dick. “The tile is cold. You’ll catch a cold.”
Lo smirks and I can once again see mischief in it. Even as he’s panting. “Yes, Daddy.”
I roll my eyes.
CHAPTER 22
LO
“Okay.You have one brother, Luca. Right?” I ask, glancing at the phone. We’re on video call as we both move throughout the house doing our thing. This is one of my favorite things to do and we do it often.
As soon as we both get home from whatever hockey obligations or friendship commitments, we’re on a video call. We don’t just sit around, though. Usually, we go about our day, but with each other. It’s almost like we’re in the same room. Cleaning together. Cooking together. Folding laundry together.
It’s domestic, and I fucking love it.
“Yes,” Caulder confirms.
I thought that at some point, we’d run out of things to talk about. That hasn’t happened yet. There’s rarely any quiet time and when we are quiet, it’s comfortable. Like we can just sit in each other’s company and it’s not a big deal.
“Luca is married to Orson,” I continue.
“Uh huh,” Caulder agrees.
“And they have… do you call them boyfriends?”
“Nah. I just refer to them as husbands too. The world is a little slow in catching up to accepting that it’s completelypossible to love more than one person, so it’s not alegalmarriage but they all wear wedding bands.”
“Ah. Okay so their other husbands are Zvi—porn star extraordinaire.” Caulder laughs. “Wren and Vulcan, fire god.”
“I think it’s volcano god, but yes.”
“And they have two boys and a girl?” I know that’s wrong as soon as I say it. Caulder is shaking his head.
“Nope. Two girls and a boy.”
