Page 51 of Just Between Us

Kai looks between us and swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing a little. I want to bite him right there and maybe draw blood.

“Both of you,” Kai says finally.

“And what do you want us to do?” I ask. I can tell he’s getting flustered, and it just makes me want him more if that’s possible. I slide onto the granite counter, and lean against the mirror, deciding to put us all out of our misery. “Why don’t you come to use your pretty little mouth on me?”

He watches me for a moment, his chest rising and falling softly, his curls a mess on his head and his lips flushed pink from all the kissing. He looks ruined and we’ve barely done anything. Finally, he takes a tentative step forward and reaches up to kiss me lightly before bending over and unbuttoning my pants. My cock springs out, excited by the hint of attention. Kai gazes up at me, eyes glazed over. I can’t help it; I kiss the tip of his nose.

“Let’s make this fun, shall we?” Cole says, pulling our attention to him. “If you keep your mouth on Levi the entire time I’m fucking you then we’ll let you come. If not, then you don’t get to do so tonight. Understood?”

Kai’s lips part and then he nods once, determination in his eyes. “Easy,” he says lightly, a little smile dancing on his lips.

He turns back to me and opens his mouth to wrap his soft lips around me, not bothering to tease me. My back arches slightly against the mirror when his tongue swirls around my shaft, expertly licking down before lifting his head again, slow and sensuous.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Kai,” I say, my voice strained when he sinks lower, taking me in completely. He uses both his hands to keep stroking me whenever he pulls off, big brown eyes trained on me, and it drives me to near insanity. I have to fight my urge to push him down so I can fuck his throat instead. It’s like he was born to do this, and my mind is pleasantly fuzzy at the sensitivity of his tongue swirling against me.

Kai jerks forward slightly and I watch Cole pull out the blue silicon plug and smack his ass once.“You’re such a desperate slut,” he laughs and Kai moans, like he agrees.

Cole lines himself up against his ass and he doesn’t give him time to adjust, moving his hips forward, sinking into Kai slowly and completely.

Kai breathes heavily through his nose, a muffled whine escaping him, but he doesn’t stop trying his best to choke on my cock. It’s kind of impressive honestly. My eyes meet Cole’s, and he smiles, snapping his hips forward into Kai who lets out another soft cry. My hands move into his hair, my head falling back.

“There you go, princess,” Cole says. “Looks like we’ll let you come after all.”

It’s a frenzy of moans and whilst Kai puts up a good fight when Cole circles his hips, he pulls off me and grips my thigh tightly to keep himself steady. Tears dance in his eyes and he’s so painfully beautiful, I can’t help but card my hand through his hair to push him back onto me.

“I didn’t say you can stop, baby.”

Kai obediently wraps his pretty mouth around me again and I come down his throat, feeding him every last drop.

When we get home, Cole and I both make sure Kai comes until tears stain his face and neither of us can keep our eyes open.

Chapter Fourteen: Cole

13 YEARS AGO

Two men sat bloodied before me in metal chairs. Their hands were bound behind them, and their teeth clattered from the unforgiving December cold.

It was two days before Christmas, Nick and I were home for the holidays, and it was snowing outside. But unlike most fourteen-year-old boys, I didn’t get to play in the snow, instead, I was in an old warehouse staring at these two men with broken noses and bloodied faces.

My father hadn’t said a word since we arrived. Instead, he nodded at a man who came up to both Nick and I with two silver pistols in his hand. I stared at it wordlessly whilst Nick happily took it from the man, like he had been waiting for this day to come.

“Take it,” my father demanded.

I knew that voice. A sharp slap came next if I didn’t obey so I took it, the weight unfamiliar in my hand.

“I need you to shoot, Cole.”

One of the men wailed, words spilling out of his mouth in undecipherable gibberish. He was begging my father not to do it, begging me. Bloodshot eyes met mine, flooded with fat tears and mixing with snot and crimson.

I stared back at him. I didn’t want to do it. Not because I thought it was wrong, but because I knew I might like it—and if I liked it, I wouldn’t stop.

Next to me, Nick was smiling, pointing his gun at his target, eager to please our father. I tore my eyes away from the man and wordlessly held out the gun to my father. Disappointment flared in his eyes, but he took the gun and shot, hitting the man right in the face. Chunks of brain matter flew everywhere.

Nick followed, missing once before hitting his chest.

Blood pooled around them, dripped from their clothes onto the chair and finally onto the floor, their bodies sagged like bags of grain.

I’d pay for defying my father but a hit across the face beat out watching my back for the rest of my life.

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