Page 60 of Worthy

Tate groans, and I peel my eyes open to catch him rubbing his cock over his pants. Spit is running from his mouth while he slurps up and down, his free hand reaching into my pants to play with my balls.

Tate is sucking my dick… Tate had sex with that guy in there… Tate doesn’t do feelings…

Tatefeelslike he should do feelings, though… Withme.

I’m seconds from bursting when voices and footsteps snap my eyes open.

Tate’s friends have apparently finished fucking, and are now fully clothed, staring at us with wide, shocked expressions.

Whipping back, I pull out of Tate’s mouth, stuffing my cock away as fast as possible. It fuckingkillsalready. I was literally just about to come.

Fuck me… This is what I get. Welcome to blue ball hell.

“Hey, guys,” Tate says casually to his friends, wiping the back of his mouth.

I’m fuckingmortified. I’m sure my face has never been redder… And then there’s Tate. Completely unaffected. Like this happens to him all the time.

Does this happen to him all the time?!?!

The guys are gaping at us, Tate’s former fuck-buddy,Ryan, sharing a sliver of my awkward sentiment, while his husband, Ben, is just glaring at Tate like this is somehow all his fault.

“This is… really embarrassing,” I grunt, rubbing my eyes while I attempt to get my bearings.

I’m a married man, for fuck’s sake.

“Is it, though?” Tate cocks a brow up at my face while slowly rising from the floor.

My jaw clenches, our eyes locked as he counters my severity with his own stubbornness.

Uh, yes, Tate. It’s embarrassing for me, because I don’t do shit like this on the regular!

“I’m Ryan.” The kid steps forward with a smile, extending his hand to me.

My gaze slips off Tate onto the hand and I stare at it for a second before he snatches it away. Blinking, I find him a bit flushed.

Right… he was just fingering his husband’s ass with that hand.

This is lovely.

But I can’t forgo my manners, because it’s who I am. So despite the immense awkwardness, and my inner rampant jealously, I murmur, “Um… I’m Lance.” And I wave at him.

Waving?? You look like an idiot. They just saw your dick!

Ryan gestures to Ben. “This is my husband—”

“Were you watching us?” Ben barks at Tate.

Tate simply smirks at Ben, still that nonchalant guy he’s always been. The one I was just swooning over moments ago…

But maybe that was just the impending orgasm talking.

It had to have been. Because this wholeno big deal, someone just caught us fooling aroundthing is so not me.

Not even close.

Tate leans into my side, and my heart thumps. But I ignore it.

I can’t have this.

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