Page 12 of Sinister
“Kiss him,” Burne commanded.
Leo quickly grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me again, harder this time. He was more demanding, his tongue fucking into my mouth. A deep groan rumbled up from my chest. Burne worked his lips over my neck, his free hand unfastening my jeans as he worked Leo’s cock.
“F-f-fuck,” I choked out when Burne’s hand wrapped around me. He jerked us both at the same time, and my eyes rolled back in my head. My kiss with Leo turned sloppy, both of us lost in a haze of lust. I clutched at Leo, my hands frantic as they skimmed beneath his shirt to feel his heated skin. He touched me as well, both of us panting.
“You’re both so fucking beautiful like this,” Burne praised, his voice sounding like gravel. I whimpered, and Leo moaned.
“Burne, fuck, p-please,” Leo begged, his head falling back. “Gonna come.”
A moment later, he was spurting over Burne’s hand, ruining his shirt and his sweats. I yanked my shirt up and pushed my pants lower, my eyes rolling back in my head. My head fell back against Burne’s shoulder, and using his cum-soaked hand, he turned my head, plundering into my mouth.
I fell apart, shaking beneath him as my cum hit my abs and chest. Burne growled into my mouth, kissing me harder, his fist slowly working me until I weakly pushed his hand away.
“Fuck,” I wheezed, dropping my head onto the counter, not even caring about Leo’s cum on my face. Burne eased my shirt over my head and set it beside my head.
“When you two can move,” Burne teased, going back to cooking as if he hadn’t just made us cum our fucking brains out, “get cleaned up. Dinner will be done soon.”
I managed to give him a thumbs-up, and Leo chuckled, looking as blissed out as I felt.
Chapter 9
Josh
Staying over at Leo and Burne’s.
Derrick’s response was almost immediate, and I laughed at the GIF of some random guy thrusting his hips. He was so ridiculous. Still amazed me that we were best friends sometimes. We were polar opposites.
Fuck yeah! Get some, bro!
I snorted and set my phone aside. “Everything good?” Leo asked. He was definitely the more talkative one out of the pair. Burne was more of the silent type, though he spoke up when needed. But I could tell he wasn’t all that good with words, as proven by our talk in the kitchen while he was making dinner.
But he sure as hell knew how to express what he was feeling when it came to touching. And kissing. And orgasms.
Fuck.
Leo and Burne made an odd but really good match. I just hoped I continued to fit in well with them. I was really hoping this would work between us, especially since I was already so damn attached. Having to let them go at any point would hurt like hell.
“Everything’s good,” I assured him. “Was just letting Derrick know that I was staying the night here so he doesn’t worry.”
Burne nodded, drawing my eyes to him. “Good. I’m crashing,” he said, getting up from the couch. “Josh, if you wanna shower or anything before coming to bed, just grab something of Leo’s. You’ll fit his shit better than you will mine.” Wasn’t a lie. Burne was slimmer than me, but Leo was more my size, though a little more built. I could at least tighten the drawstrings on a pair of shorts or something of Leo’s.
I cracked a grin as I stood as well, a shower sounding really fucking nice. “You saying I’m fat?” I teased Burne.
Burne paused at the entrance to the hallway, running his eyes over me. I shivered, my dick plumping in my jeans. Finally, he snorted and shook his head, heading down the hall. “Far from it,” he said over his shoulder, making my cheeks heat.
Leo laughed and grabbed my hand in his, lacing our fingers together. “Come on. I’ll grab you some boxers.”
I followed him into a bedroom. Burne flopped onto the bed on his back and closed his eyes, his hands folded over his bare, tatted stomach. I ran my eyes over him, drinking in the beautiful image of perfection he made. As if he felt his eyes on me, he opened one of his own, a smirk curving his lips as he met my gaze. I flushed and quickly looked away, focusing back on Leo. He handed me a pair of boxers and then nodded his head toward a door off to the left of the room. “Bathroom is through there.”
I nodded and went inside, closing the door behind me. It was clean as hell—too clean, actually—which let me know they’d cleaned the place before asking me to come over. It was thoughtful, and it showed they actually wanted to make a good impression on me. My chest warmed. They really wanted this to work. Maybe as much as I did.
After showering, I pulled on the boxers, my cock already semi-hard as I thought about crawling into bed with them. God, I wanted it more than anything—to feel their hot, hard bodies against mine. Would I be in the middle? Would Burne? Or Leo? Would there be touching involved?
I licked my lips and shook my head, trying to get my head out of the gutter. We all needed sleep. We had class in the morning. No touching could happen, no matter how much I wanted it. I was a fucking lazy ass in the mornings, and it was only worse when I was running on little sleep.
But hell, I was good with skipping if it meant I got more of both of them. They’d been gentlemen all evening. Sure, we’d shared some hot and heavy kisses after that amazing hand job in the kitchen, and Burne got a few good gropes in, but otherwise, we just ate dinner and watched a movie.
It’d been a great night. Was I shallow for wanting more?
