Cecil did what Sin told him. He took a deep breath, and then another. With each one, he became calmer.
And then he caught sight of Sin and the pain instantly vanished. The man’s lips were parted, his fangs fully lengthened, his pupils blown. Knowing Cecil had caused that sent a surge of pride and heat through him—it set his body on fire. His hole clenched around the throbbing cock inside him, and a need Cecil was unfamiliar with began to build.
“I need!” he cried.
Sin pulled out and thrust back in. “Is this what you need?” Sin growled.
“Yes!” Cecil moaned.
The man moved again, pumping in and out of him. At the force of Sin’s thrusts, Cecil’s cock bobbed and pre-cum splattered onto his abdomen.
“You are burning around me,” Sin groaned. Cecil let out a yelp when the man gripped his waist and began to pull him roughly down into each thrust.
Instead of trying to free himself from the demanding grasp, he let go, giving Sin complete control. Sin started to rotate his hips, adding to Cecil’s pleasure.
It was all too much. On a strangled scream, Cecil’s whole body spasmed, cum shooting out of his prick. Sin shouted out with his release soon after.
Still feeling a bit dazed, Cecil barely reacted when Sin pulled out and began to cuddle with him. Once all his faculties were back under control, and he had a chance tothink over what had happened, he found himself glaring at Sin.
The man ran his hand through Cecil’s hair. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m just thinking of all the time we wasted.”
Sin blinked. “Wasted?”
“Hell, if I’d known it felt that good, I would have jumped you in your sleep.”
Sin burst out laughing.
Woken up by his rumbling stomach, Cecil stretched and peered at the nude man sleeping next to him. The blankets had pooled around Sin’s waist when Cecil had sat up. It gave him a great view of his lover’s nicely sculpted chest.
He licked his lips—Gods, Sin was gorgeous. But how the hell was his hair not messed up,Cecil thought with irritation. The question was, could he mess it up without waking him? Probably not…
Slipping from Sin’s arms, he threw on some PJ pants and a T-shirt before making his way to the kitchen.
Despite it being three a.m., he found Hyde and Jekyll in the kitchen sipping from mugs. Hyde was sitting on a stool at the island and Jekyll was standing on the other side.
“Are the preparations for the party complete?” Jekyll asked with a yawn.
“Yep. Everything is squared away,” Hyde confirmedbefore turning to look at Cecil. “Shouldn’t you be tearing up the sheets with Sin?” The man gave him a knowing grin.
Cecil fought down a blush—at that moment, the slight throb in his ass became sharper. But he managed to blink at Hyde innocently and calmly state, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
His sex life was no one’s business.
“I could have sworn I saw you two run past earlier, giggling like school girls…hmm, must have been my imagination,” Jekyll drawled, leaning against the counter.
He supposed sprinting in a house full of people was not the best way to keep it private. Not that Cecil wanted to keep his relationship with Sin hidden. Embarrassingly enough, he wouldn’t mind taping a sign to the man’s back that read ‘bitches back off, he’s taken’. Sin would most definitely not go for that.
Cecil crossed his arms and looked away. “Must have been.”
“I have to say, that imaginary cotton candy we found lying in the hall sure tasted real. Didn’t it, Jekyll?” Hyde smirked.
“Sure did,” Jekyll hummed.
Son of a bitch! “You assholes ate my cotton candy?!”
“It was yours?” Hyde’s eyes widened comically. “But didn’t you just say that it wasn’t you or Sin running through the halls, dropping stuffed animals and things behind you?”
