“It’s in there. I made sure to add bacon.”
“I see two pieces of bacon.” It turned out Fallon was the master of making his bottom lip pop in a very appealing way.
“Enough arguing.” I firmed up my voice and pressed my mouth together. “Eat yer food. I mean it. We are not gonna have another diabetes incident, so ye’re gonna keep yer mouth shut, and eat, or so help me God, I will force feed ye.”
“Listen, do you want me to keep my mouth shut or eat?” He waggled his eyebrows in my direction, and I glared. “Plus, that sounds kinky.” He smirked, and I snorted, shaking my head. “Though, this food isn’t. Couldn’t you have at least gone with strawberries and chocolate? Nowthat’ssexy.” He glanced at Vail and perused his body slowly. At first, Vail didn’t notice, but when he did, his cheeks blushed a deep red and he shoved Fallon lightly.
“Stop,” Vail said with a laugh.
“I’m imagining that you taste great with chocolate and strawberries,” Fallon murmured, then grabbed Vail’s hand and kissed the back. He hummed in appreciation. “You taste delicious now.”
“You’re such a flirt.” Vail rolled his eyes, but the blush still burning bright on his face spread down his neck and up to the tips of his ears.
I had to agree with Fallon this time, though. The image of covering Vail with chocolate, then eating strawberries off him, had my cock hard. I slipped a hand under the table to rub myself, and as if he couldsmellit, Fallon’s head whipped in my direction. His mouth curved, pink lips full and teasing as his tongue slid across them. He dropped his fork as he grabbed the edge of the table, then slid under it.
I stiffened, not quite sure what to do. The part of me that was all about commitment wanted to jump and move away. Other than the fact that I’d specifically told Fallon I wanted to take this slow, there was nothing romantic or sweet about what he was going to do under the table, and I wasn’t about to turn into Cillian in that regard. And yet, the sinful part of me wanted his mouth on my cock, which created a war between guilt and need inside me.
Vail gasped quietly and grinned at me. He knew what was going to happen, and so did I, and while every instinct in me shouted to put a stop to it, I couldn’t. I didn’t want to do anything differently because of not only how Vail was staring at me—with enough hot lust to melt steel—but because the weight of Fallon’s hands felt good on my knees.
Finally giving in to the immorality, I slid my chair back a little so Vail could see, and Fallon followed me, gliding his hands up my thighs and toward my belt. It was impossible to tear my gaze away from him and the way his blue irises gleamed. He walked his fingers up to the waistband of my trousers, then unbuttoned and unzipped them. With an eyebrow waggle, he tugged the sides. I lifted my hips and let him pull the trousers, along with my underwear, down to my knees, freeing my half-hard cock.
Fallon hesitated, and something unexpected swept across his face. He sent me a shy smile as he wrapped his fingers around me, and I inhaled, watching him work my foreskin over the head and back again. He stared down at my cock like he hadn’t seen it before, and I stayed still because this was his show. For now, I would give in to the sin and lose myself in the feel of him.
The guilt could wait until later.
Maybe this was okay because Vail was sitting at my side. Speaking of my gentle devil, I glanced at Vail and smiled because he’d dragged his chair closer, his palm rubbing his crotch lazily. His dark blond locks fell across his eyes and he dragged his hand through his hair, shoving it back. Eyelids half closed in desire, his attention was pointedly on Fallon and what he was doing with my cock. Vail was scattered on a good day, but I’d never seen a man who could zero in on sex so quickly.
Fallon’s hands were warm, his fingers long and thin, and he gripped me with a confidence I didn’t expect. He was brilliant when it came to MMA fighting, but he’d lacked the conviction needed in other areas of the business. Sometimes it felt like he was the same way when it came to sex, at least, when he was close to me, but this time was different.
This time he was in charge.
He kept his gaze glued to mine and took the head of my cock between his lips, sucking gently at first, before he slid more of my length inside. His hand stayed at the base, holding me toward himself as he began to bob his head. His tongue was silky hot, his mouth a warm cavern that drew my sensitive shaft in deep. I knewdamned wellI should’ve put a stop to it after all I’d been saying to him about getting to know each other, but in my head, Vail staring at us changed things a bit.
He wanted to see this, and what he wanted, he got.
But the truth was that I’d begun to think of Fallon differently over the last few months, too. He’d grown more attractive to me, and I wanted to take him out like I did Vail. I needed to be the pleasure that offset Aspen’s and Cillian’s pain. They were rough with Fallon, and even if he could easily take what they dished out, Fallon deserved to be romanced and loved.
He was special to us. Tome.
I smoothed my hand through his satiny, shoulder-length hair and sighed, closing my eyes and focusing on the feel of his mouth on my cock. My nerves buzzed and pleasure simmered low in my stomach. My balls were already heavy and I wanted to explode into his mouth so badly. When I opened my eyes again, my gaze caught his, and he blinked softly, almost as though asking me if I was enjoying him sliding my cock in and out of his mouth.
“Look at ye,” I murmured, smiling gently at him. “Pretty tater tot. Ye’re so fecking beautiful.”
I didn’t focus too much on my own words. They weren’t lies.
He made a noise around my cock, slapping his hand against my thigh hard enough to hurt, and Vail laughed. Fallon popped his mouth off and glared. “You’re lucky I didn’t decide to bite off your dick.”
I stroked my thumb down his cheek, and he moaned. “Ye like it too much. Now put that pretty wee mouth to a more useful task.”
He did exactly as I’d ordered, taking my cock back between his lips and sucking eagerly. From the corner of my eye, I saw Vail pull out his erection, jerking off in time with Fallon’s bobbing. If I hadn’t been so into this, I would’ve admonished him for doing it at the dining room table. Right now, I didn’t care. I wanted to see him come undone while I fucked into Fallon’s mouth.
I grabbed Fallon’s face and began to thrust. He stilled, allowing me to take over. It wouldn’t be long before I was close to the cliff, and I wanted to paint cum on his tongue. I wanted him to taste it all.
Cursing, sweat began to bead at my temples, and a quick glance down at Fallon showed he was stroking himself, too. The thought of us all coming together was too much. I clutched his hair, which I tugged hard.
Fallon whimpered around my cock and stroked his own faster. He stiffened and cum shot from his slit, covering the knees of his jeans. I wasn’t far behind him. A few more seconds was all it took before the pressure in my balls released. Pleasure shot through me, and my cock jerked against his tongue, cum jetting down his throat. I groaned and trembled through my release, and to my right, Vail was already wiping his hands on a cloth napkin. I hadn’t heard his orgasm.
I collapsed on my chair as Fallon released my cock, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. He grinned up, flashing white teeth.
