Xavier doesn’t move, like he has all the time in the world and wants to savour it.
“Just finish it,” I grind out. I need it over with as much as I need it to last forever. The craving I have for him only ever gets worse, not better. I hate him. I can’t live without him either. After everything he’s done, I’d sacrifice too much to keep him coming back to me.
“With pleasure.” He doesn’t make me wait for it, thrusting in and burying himself all the way in one sharp movement that has pain mingled in with the excruciatingly perfect feeling of being split open and filled. Gritting my teeth, I bend my head and let it all wash over me as if I can somehow capture the feeling and put it in a bottle to take out whenever I want. It’s always like this, a shameful secret hidden in the dark because no one will ever understand.
He wraps a hand around my throat, pulling me up to fit against his chest as he fucks into me with deep strokes. I have to—I need—reaching back, I tug his head down at the same time that I turn mine, our mouths meeting in a hot, wet kiss. His hand squeezes, and I moan, relaxing against him. Being this vulnerable with a man I shouldn’t trust whatsoever isn’t smart. I’ve never made good choices when it comes to Xavier. I doubt that I ever will.
Every flick of his tongue, every time he fills me, there’s a level of satisfaction that threatens to consume me. A completeness I’ve never been able to find with anyone but him. He’ll haunt me forever.Thiswill haunt me forever.
His thumb caresses the underside of my jaw, and he pulls away, laying a soft kiss against the corner of my mouth. “You feel so good around me, love. You pull me in so perfectly, like you’d die if I stopped.” I would. A harsh truth I can never admit out loud. Just how much I need him. How much I can’t live without him either.
I try to kiss him again, just to stop the words from coming out. I can’t hear them and not ache for him. He knows just what to say to destroy us both. Instead, he trails his lips down across my jaw and then nudges me forward to bend over the table, covering me with his body. He’s scorching hot, and I’m burning up, and I never want him to stop touching me.
Our fingers tangle together, pressed hard against the table. Xavier kisses my shoulder and rolls his hips in an attempt to drive me crazy with his slow, steady pace. He knows when I need it hard and never hesitates to give me whatever I ask for, but this is how he prefers it. A descent into madness, with a leisurely ride. Smooth, soft, drawn out, and unhurried, until I’m begging him for more.
He whispers sweet nothings to me that shouldn’t mean as much as they do. I soak up every word, filing them away to take out and turn over and over again later.
When the word “Miles,” comes out of his mouth, my eyes fly open, instantly finding the man in question. He’s watching silently, an obvious bulge in his pants that he’s not making any attempt to touch. Straddling the line between participant and bystander.
Miles glances briefly at Xavier, and then he’s in front of me, a gloved finger under my chin, tilting my head. Whatever Xavier is saying is like hearing it from underwater, nothing but noise and static. The leather is strangely cold as his thumb brushes my chin and then across my bottom lip.
“Is that what you want, Hunter?” Xavier whispers against my ear. He finds that perfect spot inside me on the next gentle thrust. My mouth opens on a silent cry, and Miles slips his thumb inside.
I have no idea what Xavier asked me, but it doesn’t matter. The answer is yes. It’s always yes.
Miles searches my face, and then his head dips, slow enough to give me a chance to pull away if I want to.Oh.My brain switches off, and I can’t think of a single reason why I should protest this. Another line about to be crossed, everything changed irrevocably. And then he’s so close I can feel his breath on my cheek, and my eyes flutter closed, anticipation a knot in my stomach, one both pleasant and uncomfortable.
The first touch of his lips is soft, tentative. Nothing like the surety that Xavier holds in every fibre of his being. He slants his head, pressing more firmly, before a tongue flicks my upper lip. Xavier’s thrusts have slowed to a crawl, still a large presence closing us together, and right there, encouraging this like a master puppeteer.
Miles doesn’t sweep in straightaway when I open to him, our breath mingling. He explores my upper lip and then my bottom, and then he slips inside to stroke against my tongue. A small moan vibrates in my throat, and I push up towards him, asking for more.
His movements become more assured, like my response has given him confidence. He takes over, mapping out my mouth, exploring and learning me. I put my hand on his neck, and it’s only there for half a second, his kiss faltering, before he takes my wrist and pulls me away. He’s done that before, not allowing me to touch him. I don’t fight it, letting him guide my hand back down to the table. He flattens his over mine, the leather warmer now, and I accept that as enough. What the two of them are doing to me is more than enough.
Xavier grasps my hips for leverage, his thrusts enough to lift me off my heels every time he buries himself deep. Slow, and hard, a combination guaranteed to drive me mad. Warm lips press against my nape, Xavier’s stubble scratching my skin pleasantly. His hand slips around my front, grasping my cock, and I buck into it, eager for everything he’s giving me, his rings adding an extra layer of sensation as he strokes me.
“Do you like the taste of him, Hunter?” Xavier whispers, kissing my neck, my skin setting alight with every touch. “Can you tell how much he wants you?”
I can’t stop kissing Miles long enough to answer, sandwiched between the two of them and unable—unwilling—to give up either.
Xavier tugs on my earlobe and runs his tongue around the shell of my ear. “Watching the two of you together is like pouring warm caramel over chocolate.” A hard, punctuating thrust and I groan into Miles’ mouth. “Decadent.” Another and my fingers spread, Miles tangling with them and squeezing. “Exquisite.” He rolls his hips, brushing my prostate and sending a shiver up my spine. “Mine.”
Miles breaks the kiss, easing back only enough for our eyes to meet. His lips are glossy red, and there’s a heat in his dark gaze that makes me want to drag him in for more. I don’t know why he stopped in the first place.
Then he’s tensing, his attention immediately shifting. He pulls out his gun and aims it at the door. It takes my muddled brain a second too long to work out what I’m looking at. By then, it’s too late.
Xavier speaks first, and everything comes crashing down.
“Hello, Matthew. Nice of you to join us.”
Matthew
I’veneverbeenthisscared or turned on in my life. That says a lot of unflattering things about me. I’ve never been into horror—in real life or movies—and it’s certainly never made my dick hard before. Yet here I am. They say you don’t know what you’re made of until you’re forced to step up, but this isn’t quite how I imagined it.
I remember the first time that I ever saw Hunter. It was my first official day at the new primary school, and I’d expected to get lost—at least twice—and deal with some rowdy children who wanted to test the new teacher, and even a missing pen or two, because there’s always at least one thief in every office. I hadn’t expected to spot the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen, walking across the parking lot, his hand in a boisterous, exuberant girl’s who was bouncing along beside him.
He’d smiled at her, a warm, indulgent smile, and I’d never believed in love at first sight until that moment. It felt like he’d been smiling directly at me, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. My entire world tilted that day, and I’d turned into some creepy-as-all-get-out stalker, waiting to see him every day as children were dropped off. At first, I wasn’t even sure the young girl, Olivia, was even his daughter. She was in a class below the one I taught, and multiple people brought her to school every week. I was too afraid to ask someone, in case they saw my pathetic feelings written all over my face. I couldn’t even dismiss it as some silly infatuation. It was in full-blown “I’m in love with a celebrity who doesn’t even know I exist” territory, and I hated myself for it, even when I couldn’t make myself stop.
It wasn’t until an entire year later that he even spoke to me, when Olivia joined my class. I didn’t think I could fall any harder, but the first time I heard that voice, it was like all of my fantasies come to life. Except so much better than the fake dreams that kept me awake at night. It didn’t help that his daughter was wonderful. Incredibly intelligent and an absolute menace, with a heart of gold. What’s worse than falling in love with a man that has no idea? Falling for his entire family.
