Page 25 of Dirty Heirs

I shook my head.

His hand cupped my dick and balls over the top of my jeans. “Do you want to?”

I’d fooled around with a few boys at my last school. It was never anything serious. Kisses here and there. Handjobs and one blowjob from a kid in my English class. But that was about it.

“I like chicks, too,” I said after considering his question. “I’m not giving up pussy.”

“Same,” he said without hesitation. “I’m down for a threesome if you are.”

I shrugged. “Whatever.”

If I fucked any man, it would have been Sonny. The second we met, I wanted him. My cock perked up at his pretty mouth and the possibility of all the things I could do with his lips.

“We’ll find us a girl,” Sonny promised. “One that can handle both of us.”

I ground my dick into his hand, rubbing against him to create some friction. “That’s all well and good. But I don’t see any girls here to help me get rid of this.”

“Do you want to come, Wellington?” Sonny leaned forward and dragged his tongue up my neck, massaging my dick, and I wished he would undo my jeans and touch me. “Didn’t take much to get you hard and panting for me, now did it?”

“I’m not fucking panting, you arrogant dick.”

His fingers found my zipper. I could hardly breathe as he pulled it down and reached into my jeans to grab me over the top of my boxer briefs. “Mmmm…” Sonny’s pretty blue eyes met mine. “Nice and fucking hard for me, aren’t you?”

“Shut the fuck up.” I cupped his dick in my hand, loving how big and hard he was for me. “Who did this to you, Pretty Boy?”

Sonny burrowed his nose into the crook of my neck. His lips trailed up my neck and over my earlobe. “Let’s see how pretty you look when you’re on your knees sucking my fat cock.”

The head of my dick poked through the slit in my boxers, leaking precum on Sonny’s hand. He raised his finger to his mouth and sucked the cum from his skin. “Fuck, you taste good.”

I leaned against the counter, breathing harder as I stared at his plump lips, tempted to kiss them. But I didn’t. Sonny thought he was God’s gift to the world and needed to work for it.

He had everything handed to him. His life was so easy life and carefree. I couldn’t be bought, and despite my attraction to him, I wouldn’t let him have me without a fight.

“Sonny,” Marcello yelled from a distance.

Breathless, he gazed into my eyes. “I’m not done with you. This is fucking happening. The next time we’re alone, you’re mine.”

I tucked myself back into my boxer briefs and zipped my jeans. “This was a momentary lapse in judgment. It won’t happen again.”

“You have no faith.” Sonny slid his hand through my hair and tugged on one of my curls. “I’m finding us a girl to share, and then it’s game fucking on.”

“I already found us a girl.”

“Not Ella Doyle.” He shook his head, disgusted by my suggestion. “I’ll find us someone we’ll both like.”

I closed the small space between us. “I want Ella.”

“Forget about Ella,” he said in a flippant tone, his nose turning up in disgust.

Marcello entered the galley with Alex at his side, eyebrows raised. “Where are our drinks, Son? We’ve been waiting in the saloon forever.”

Alex rubbed her stomach. “I’m hungry.”

“We were just…” My voice trailed off as I looked at my twin, not wanting to lie to her.

Marcello’s eyes lowered to the boners in our pants, and he smirked, shaking his head at Sonny.

A smile touched Alex’s lips. “Were you kissing Sonny?”

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