Page 6 of Beautifully Devoted

“No.”

“Then why’d you suggest it?”

“Just thinking out loud.” He shuts the fridge and steps back to the counter to inspect the available choices.

“I think Cruz has a carton of protein shakes in his room. Vanilla flavored.”

Jagger’s brows pull together. “You think using a premade shake will help or hurt what’s supposed to be an original recipe?”

“Unless you’re going to invent your own ingredients, you’d have to use stuff made by other companies. And if you want those companies to sponsor you then making a shake that includes their ingredients is a good start.”

Chewing on his lip, Jagger’s eyes drift toward the hallway leading to our roommate’s bedroom. “Good point.” He makes up his mind and bolts toward the door.

When he’s out of earshot I sigh heavily, relieved that I didn’t have to try his invention before adding something that might salvage it. That relief quickly fades when I remember Cruz and Liam lent their Jeep to our other roommate Bennet, so chances are the fact it wasn’t in the driveway when we got home doesn’t mean they aren’t here, and doing something they don’t want an audience for. It’s unlikely since the house is pretty quiet, and those two are hella loud when they get going, but you never know.

“Don’t forget to knock,” I shout toward Jagger, who hollers back “what?” and freezes like a goat who just got the shit scared out of it when he opens the door.

Jagger

Cameron’s words register a second too late, right as the now open door reveals my roommate Liam standing stark naked in the middle of the room, getting railed from behind by his boyfriend Cruz.

His jaw is hanging open in a silent scream—which explains why I had no idea they were banging in here since those two fuckers are never this quiet. Ever.

Liam’s forearms flex as he grips at Cruz’s ass, urging him to keep going, which he does, despite me standing here, wide-eyed and mortified…Cruz’s fingers dig into Liam’s hips, hard enough that the skin is white under the pressure and will probably bruise later. But the grip gives him the leverage to plow Liam hard. Harder than I’ve ever fucked a woman, that’s for sure, and the raw power of his movements is sort of mesmerizing. For the life of me, I can’t turn away. I stand frozen, like a peeping Tom in the doorway, feet anchored to the ground like I’ve stepped in quicksand.

With each potent thrust from Cruz, Liam’s cock bounces up and smacks his stomach, leaving drops of precum glistening on his tight abs. Over and over again it jolts in rhythm with the motion of Cruz’s hips, and even though I’ve never had an interest in seeing another man’s dick, I literally cannot take my eyes off that rock hard shaft bobbing up and down.

I’ve never seen anything like it. A rigid cock flying in the wind, moving only because of the pounding coming from behind. It’s damn near riveting. Hypnotic.

Then suddenly it erupts, cum bursting from the tip and falling to the floor in pulsating spurts, which I have an unobstructed view of since it's untouched. Untouched!

Holy shit! I didn’t know dicks could do that without assistance. I thought you needed friction, or pressure, or something to pull your cum from your balls, but nothing is latched onto Liam’s cock right now, except maybe my eyes, which are still… Shit!

Taking my gaze off my roommate’s junk, I bring them to his face and find he’s watching me with a startled yet slightly amused expression. “I… The Jeep isn’t here. And you’re… Fuck.” I back out of the room and close the door behind me, nearly tripping in my haste to get back to the kitchen. And even as my feet carry me in that direction, my mind is still in the bedroom, where I just witnessed my roommate’s dick break the laws of physics.

“Kitcat!”

I blink Cameron into focus, wondering how long he’s been waving his hand in front of my face. “Yeah?”

“What’s wrong? Could you not find the protein?”

“I found protein all right, just not the kind that goes in smoothies.”

Cam studies me like I’ve grown a second head, which I suppose is possible since physics no longer applies. “What does that mean?”

My mouth opens and shuts like a fish out of water as I try to get my brain back on track. “Did you know you can blow a load without anything touching your dick?”

Cam knows me so well it’s virtually impossible for me to shock him, but the way his eyes get comically wide tells me that’s not the response he was expecting.

“Okay.” He blows out a cautious breath. “I think I understand what’s happening here, but I’m not following why you’d want to blow a load in your smoothie. Or what that has to do with not touching your cock.”

I jerk a thumb over my shoulder. “Those two are banging back there—yeah who knew they could be so quiet—and I just watched Liam shoot completely untouched.”

That doesn’t seem to shock him as much as it did me.

He lets out a lungful of air. “Oh, thank god. For a second, I thought you were really taking this proprietary recipe thing to heart.”

Reaching over the island, I smack his pec with the back of my hand. “Okay. A, don’t give me ideas you wouldn’t want to try. And B, be serious. I just saw Liam come without anything touching his cock. How is that even possible?”

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