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“Let go,” he growls around my erection, his eyes burning with desire. I begin to thrust myself into his mouth, and he sucks and licks and groans as he takes every bit of what I’m pumping into him. Hot cum spurts from my cock, making me cry out in ecstasy. His finger slips out of my ass, and I feel that loss, but then remember he told me to face the shower stall wall, so I do as soon as he allows me to slip from his mouth. I plant my hands on the tiles, and he smacks my ass, then yanks my hips backward, bending me over.
I’m still overwhelmed by the force of my release, so it takes me a moment or two before it registers that he’s spread my cheeks wide and is fingering my hole again. And then I feel it, his mouth on my ass. Lips. Tongue. So fucking dirty. My entire body seizes up, trembling, and I let out a strangled cry as now I’m almost certain what he’s done. Something warm and slick is in my ass. My own cum. And he’s using his tongue to push it farther inside me. “O-oh my f-fuck,” I stutter. If I thought my face was hot before or if I thought I was as turned on as I could possibly get… well, I was really fucking wrong.
Duke replaces his tongue with two fingers, working me open as they slide in and out. “You ready for my fat cock?” Cum is not lube, but right now, it feels pretty wild, and all I can do is grunt and nod. He stands behind me, then a moment later, he removes his fingers and replaces them with the blunt head of his cock.
I push back against it, wanting nothing more than for him to fucking fill me up. His hands find my hips, and he eases his dick inside me before pulling back, then pushing in farther. I’m fuckin’ impatient. “Fuck me,” I rasp. “I need you to.”
“You tell me to fuckin’ stop if you can’t handle it, okay?”
“Yes. Just fucking do it,” I grit, my body a live wire in need of him to take control of the energy whipping through me. I’m hard all over again. Because of him.
Duke growls, shoving inside me to the hilt. He curls over my back, then takes my dick with one hand, stroking me with just the right grip. His breath heaves from him at my neck as we rock together. “So good. You feel so fucking good, Mase. You gonna come for me again?”
My head feels like it’s stuffed full of cotton, and I can’t gather enough of my brain cells to answer him. All I know is that this is beyond anything I’ve felt before, and if he doesn’t stop touching me, I’ll come all over his hand. I let out a heavy breath, groaning. “Fuck, D. Give me that dick. Fuck me raw.”
With his cock sliding in and out of my ass and his hand keeping the same pace while he jacks me off, I’m at his goddamn mercy. And I fucking love it. I grunt, my body awash with sensation, all my nerves lit up and dancing. I told him he hadn’t seen filthy from me. But fuck, I had no idea Duke had it in him to do the things he’d just done, the things he’s still doing. Heat floods my body as my mind relives the last few minutes. My dick swells, and I lose it, I’m out of control, bucking in Duke’s arms, and half afraid I’m going to collapse from the pleasure being inflicted upon me.
“That’s it, Mase. I’m so fucking deep. Your ass is so tight, squeezing my cock.Fuuuck.I wanna fuck this ass every day.”
His words bring a fresh flush to my face, the wave of blood infusing my body, and if we weren’t fucking in the dark, I know he’d comment on how red I’ve become. I begin to gasp on every panted breath. “Please, D. Please.” The whimpered plea is wrenched from between my lips. “I can’t stop it. I’m gonna come.” My entire body shakes within his hold.
Duke plunges the entirety of his length into me, his hips snapping against my ass cheeks, the sound of water splashing only making the smacking sounds of our skin meeting pronounced and wild.“Fuuuck.Gonna come so hard in your ass, baby.”
I throw my head back as my orgasm barrels toward me. I gasp for air, and then it’s upon me. “Jesus, fuck!” I shout. Jizz hits the tiled wall of the shower, though more ends up on Duke’s fingers.
He’s stilled his movement, waiting until I’m done before he releases me. His dick eases almost all the way out of me, and my mouth falls slack. I can tell he’s touching himself, and I know why a moment later. My cum. Again. He slides his coated cock back inside me, and I let out a lengthy groan.
“Hold on,” Duke growls as he digs his fingers into my hips and begins to pump hard and fast into me. “Fuck, Mase.Fuuuck.”
“Harder. So much fucking deeper. I want all of it. Every goddamn inch.” My head goes hazy and all I can process is the way he’s filling me up.
“Holy shit. I’m sorry. Sorry.”
We’re no longer alone.
FIFTEEN
LENNON
My throat goesdry and my eyes widen as I try to process. Duke lets out a harsh grunt, his hips slamming forward to meet Mason’s ass. He holds himself there as he shudders out his release.
Duke is fucking beautiful when he comes. Some dudes have weird come faces, but he really doesn’t. His normally tight jaw relaxes, and he gets this euphoric look about him. It’s totally hot. Not that I’m claiming to have seen it much. My face flushes, thinking about how strange it would seem if anyone knew I’m thinking about my stepbrother and what he looks like when he orgasms. From the heat hitting my cheeks, it’d be a very prominent pink color, so thank goodness for the darkness. Dirty, dirty thoughts run rampant through my head.
My gaze shifts to Mason, who looks like the very definition of blissed out. He’s breathing hard, but he’s content to stand with Duke’s arms around him. His lips are swollen, and I can imagine the amount of kissing it would take to make them look like that because I’ve been there with him myself. It’s not even weird for me to think about it.
The two of them curled together, water streaming over them… my god, it’s a lot for a girl to handle. My nipples are taut twin peaks behind my tank top, and moisture is gathering rather quickly between my legs the longer I stand here with my eyes glued to their naked bodies.
And I’mtotallyintruding.Fuck, Lennon, fuck.I scrape my teeth over my lip, backing up and turning away. I— I have no idea if stumbling in on their private moment is good, bad, or inconsequential to them. It doesn’t bothermeto see them like this, but I don’t know how they feel about it. They’re so damn beautiful together. The attraction between them gets me all hot and bothered. It’s partially because the idea of two men lusting after each other is panty-melting. Men are different with each other. Rougher. Sometimes there’s even a battle for dominance. But I think maybe what I find to be so alluring has to do with seeing men be vulnerable with each other. It takes a whole lot for some men to drop that masculine bravado and let go. But damn, when it happens? That’s hot, too. A little moan slips from between my lips. I shut my eyes, silently cringing at myself. I haven’t been invited to this particular party, so I should probably see myself out. It takes me a moment, but I get my head screwed on straight and begin walking across the pool patio to go back inside the house.
“Don’t go.” Mason’s rough, gritty voice reaches me, cutting through the balmy night air, and I suck in a careful breath, turning around to search out his dark eyes. He blinks at me from under a hooded gaze, his lashes spiky with water, and drags in a heavy breath.
While I had my back to them, Duke must have pulled out because now he’s simply holding Mason from behind, his arms wrapped around his middle with his cheek resting on his shoulder. He’s watching me, too. Waiting and wondering, I’m sure, at what my reaction will be.
Frankly, I’m surprised byhisreaction. Or nonreaction. A week ago, I’m pretty fucking certain he’d have flipped his damn lid. But we’ve—all four of us—come a long way since then. And the person who’s done the most adjustingisDuke. Most definitely.
“Did you need something, Stella Bella?” Duke rasps, absentmindedly sweeping his lips over Mason’s skin, his breathing slow and calm.
I tilt my head to the side. He’s content. Something about that both warms and breaks my heart. I’m glad Duke’s finally accepting what he feels for Mason, but sad that he’s been hiding this part of him for years, making them both wait. “Yeah, but—” I bite my lip, gesturing to them, and hope my point is coming across the way I mean for it to.They’re busy. They want to be alone.I exhale hard. “I know I caused some trouble, reacting to Bear’s dad… and I don’t regret it, but I also know Bear’s not sleeping. Not even resting. He’s moving around up there, and I’m worried.”
