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“The two of you are such sluts,” Calvin said, not taking his eyes off them. “He’s so tight.”
Winston didn’t know whether to tell Calvin to shut up or to keep talking. He hadn’t expected him to say anything, especially not anything so arousing, but between his mouth and everything Lucky was doing to him, Winston was already close to coming.
Lucky gasped against Winston’s skin. Then moaned as Calvin slowly pushed his way inside Lucky’s body.
Winston had never seen Lucky like this. Open and wanton and frenzied. Frazzled. Lucky writhed on Calvin’s cock, fucking himself as he thrust his tongue down Winston’s throat, their dicks sliding together between them. Winston had never seen Lucky so undone. A thin sheen of sweat had built on his skin.
Lucky’s hips started to jerk and he broke the kiss, burying his face in the crook of Winston’s neck. “Lean forward, Calvin. Put your hands on my shoulders or my back if you have to.”
“His ass feels amazing.” Calvin closed his eyes as he thrust. “So tight. So fucking good. Taking all of me.”
Calvin did as he was told, and a sound that Winston had never heard Lucky make tore out of him. It was anguish and rapture all at once. Powerful and easily the most beautiful sound Winston had ever heard.
It would be easy to feel jealous that it wasn’t his cock that made Lucky sound like that. It would be easy to give into the niggling feelings of inadequacy that constantly plagued him. Butin that moment, the only thing Winston was capable of feeling was gratitude that he’d been allowed to share this with Lucky.
“Winnie,” Lucky kissed his way back to Winston’s mouth and practically fused their lips together with a searing kiss.
Lucky was beautiful. Breathtaking. Winston’s heart clenched in his chest, and he found himself clinging to Lucky, writhing underneath him, chasing friction and heat. Release. Overwhelmed with all the feelings whirling in him, he pulled out of the kiss.
Lucky pressed his forehead against Winston’s. He opened his eyes to find Lucky staring back at him. The world was sharp and focused. Winston could feel everything from the twitch of Lucky’s cock to the way his own heart fluttered in his chest, fragile like butterfly wings.
Lucky’s mouth fell open, and he stared at Winston like he was the best thing he’d ever seen. Winston’s core tightened, his balls throbbed with the need to let go, and then Lucky was coming, suddenly and with a ferocity that left him breathless. His cum flooded the space between them, and then Winston’s cock was sliding through it.
Winston crushed his lips against Lucky’s, then gasped and came, breathing the same air as Lucky. His world unraveled and fell apart, then knitted back together. Like a universe expanding and then contracting with them in the center of it.
Lucky let out a whimper, and Winston realized it was because Calvin was still fucking him. Winston looked up at Calvin. He could go all night. He’d never get tired. He’d never not be in the mood. He’d never fall short.
“You can stop now,” Winston told him. Calvin stopped moving but didn’t make an attempt to pull out of Lucky. “I’ll look after Lucky.”
Lucky hissed when Calvin pulled out, but then he went boneless on top of Winston. He buried his face in Winston’s neck and let out a deep, satisfied sigh.
Calvin stretched out next to them on the bed. Lying on his side, he stared at Winston and Lucky, still watching. Having Calvin there should have felt a lot weirder than it did. And even now, his presence didn’t make Winston feel awkward. If anything, Winston found himself wishing he could take a turn under Calvin. He didn’t know how to voice his need, or if he should. In that moment, he was happy to enjoy the post-orgasm bliss.
Winston waited until they’d both caught their breath before daring to speak. He needed those precious minutes to get his emotions under control.
“Are you okay, Lucky?” Winston asked.
Lucky let out another satisfied hum. “Mmhm.” His hand was suddenly in Winston’s, and he tangled their fingers together. “Never better.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN_
DAMAGE CONTROL
“And you’re sure?”Yarek Danvers’s boss was a dense son-of-a-bitch. Yarek had explained to him in great detail, three times, what happened. Or at least what he suspected happened.
Yarek pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m sure.”
“How is this even possible?” Henry straightened from the stooped-over position he’d been in while he studied Yarek’s screen over his shoulder. Henry was a tall man, easily over six feet, and though Yarek found some men with similar statures intimidating, Henry had never been among them.
“I don’t know. I noticed the odd batch of code when I was running sweeps after that last outage.”
“We have programs that do that, Yarek.” Henry furrowed his brow. “Why would you go to all that extra work?”
Because Yarek had no life outside the factory. Because the company was Henry’s baby, and Yarek wanted to make sure nothing bad had happened during that strange power outage.
“I don’t know. My best guess is that someone on the inside created the code as part of the attack. They buried it in a part of the system where no one would have ever noticed it, so they could go in and tinker whenever they had time. Like a secret room.”
“And the power outage unlocked the door.” Henry exhaled a heavy breath and raked his hands through his hair. “How many units may have been affected?”
