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Obeying her every demand, Myles turns back on himself, his mouth taking my dick all the way back into his throat. I almost come for him then and there, utterly caught off guard. Swirling his tongue around my girth, he holds me hostage. In a state of limbo where I both want to live forever and pulse with the need to be inside him. It'll be my first time on top, and the weeping bead of pre-cum he moans at is evidence of that.

Licking me clean, Myles spits over my purple head, working my shaft with his hand. Then, he returns to face Amethyst who has a kiss waiting. Her chest is just as flushed, her desire just as heightened as anyone else's. I don’t need any more confirmation that seeing Myles and I together is just as arousing for her. Dominating the warm mouth which so recently contained my cock, Amethyst doesn’t even open her purple eyes to click her fingers at me, pointing towards Myles’ ass. I smile to myself, unsure how I got into this situation but knowing there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

Guiding myself to Myles’ entrance, I circle my soft head around his rim. Teasing, stalling. Dipping inside this time, Myles doesn’t tense. Not even as the sharp hiss leaves his mouth, his body is languid. Surrendered to me, encouraging my slow pumps. I refuse to rush, not wanting to hurt him. Myles is as much as a Switch as I am, but typically it’s me in the all-fours position. Not this time. He waits patiently and after an eternity of desire, accepts every throbbing inch. Gripping his hips, I look to the ceiling, savoring his tightness on my own groan.

“How’s it feel, Sebby?” Amethyst asks. I can only give her a strangled moan in reply. Easing my hips back, I take him hard this time. My vision blurs, my balls tight enough to burst. I wish I could last for him. To last long enough for the night to be imprinted inside of our minds until I ensure Amethyst orchestrates it again. On my third thrust, it’s evident I won’t be able to do that, so I decide to go hell for leather instead.

Pounding into Myles’ ass, I lower my gaze, the room coming back into focus. Amethyst has shimmied down, her arm pumping in time with my momentum. She works Myles’ cock, the pair of us pleasuring in time with the slap of skin on skin. We work together so easily, one might think we’d pre-discussed an action plan. As it stands, Amethyst seems to get me. To understand the connection Myles and I share, and she looks upon it as the beautiful union I keep hidden from the world. Tears spring behind my eyes as I squeeze them closed.

Myles screams my name as I grunt his, my hand stretching down the length of his back. Grabbing a fistful of blond hair, I force him to arch for me. To break for me. Tremors flutter through his ass, preempting the tightening which erupts within. Myles grips my cock so hard, stars appear before my eyes and I tumble over the edge too. My balls clench as my own release fills him, prolonged by wave after wave of ecstasy he squeezes from me. Our joined orgasms last for an eternity, yet nowhere near long enough.

Leaning over Myles’ back, we pant together. Gasping for air, my heated skin prickles with electricity. The thrum of energy which has destroyed the barriers we hid behind. Coming to my senses, I peer around, noting Amethyst is nowhere to be seen. The bathroom door clicks closed, leaving Myles and I to flop onto the bed together.

Unaided at last, seeing each other for the first time. Amethyst is a crutch I quickly came to rely on, but now as Myles’ glimmering amber eyes devour mine, I’m at a loss for words. Fighting the urge to wrap my arms around myself, or make an excuse to dress and leave, I force myself to exhale deeply. There’s nowhere else I need to be than right here. Butterflies expand within my chest when his hand brushes aside my black hair, revealing all of me to his probing stare.

“Can I tell you something?” he breathes. I nod, biting on my bottom lip to resist from doing it to him. Myles smirks knowingly. “Every time we do this, I feel you pull away immediately after. It’s why I don’t initiate sex more often. I believe it to be a defense mechanism, but know this Sebastian.” I shudder at my full name rolling from his tongue like the dirtiest of sins.

“Everything that just happened here is out of the love I hold for you, not Amethyst.” Popping my lip free, I’m at a loss. A total disadvantage because nothing could begin to describe how I feel for him. How I yearn for him, care for him, love him despite everyone else’s reservations. Since we were kids, Myles has been it for me. The crush doodled in hearts, the depiction of who I’d spend the rest of my life with. Myles may not be as head over heels as I am, but he loves me. In his own, unique way. Smiling mischievously, his thumb brushes along my wettened bottom lip, our solid erections pulsing against one another.

“And I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

Chapter 23

Buzzingrousesme.Aheavy limb weighs down my waist, a leg draped over mine. Last night was incredible to witness, the coming together of two adrift souls. Sebby has no idea how much Myles cares for him, but I saw. I saw how easily Myles submitted, how he put aside the billionaire act and was just…himself. Dare I say, I liked what I saw. At some point, exhaustion took over and the panting, sated bodies were too much of an invitation to decline.

That insistent buzzing comes again. Lifting my head from our snuggle puddle, I glare at Myles’ phone vibrating on the coffee table. Probably Carter demanding to know where the three of us are. I ignore it, but when the relentless calling persists, I drag myself from the mattress and peer at the screen.

Felicia Steele.

My heart jumps in my chest, all remnants of sleep disappearing. Answering the call, I dip into the bathroom.

“Hello?”

“Oh, um,” Felicia stutters. “I’m looking to speak with Myles Hudson.”

“It’s me, Amethyst. Did you find any information on…that information I gave you?” I ask frantically. Surely she’s calling for a reason, unless it’s completely unrelated to me.

“Yes actually, I have a lead. But Myles specifically asked me only to refer to him about this.”

“Well, fuck Myles. Not literally, although I have no doubts you already have. This is my life we’re talking about. I’ll pay you myself, just tell me what you found out.” I’m rambling, but I can’t bring myself to stop. Felicia potentially has the answers I’ve been hunting for. The break I need. “Did you find Reynell?”

“Well, yes I did. I have the coordinates of where he’s hiding. A house within the New Orleans bayou, but I really need to speak with Myles- '' The door opens and in walks the man in question.

“Is that my phone?” he asks. I hand it over, patting him on the back and running into the main room. I slept in my underwear, and whilst fishing out my clothes, I hear Myles murmuring on the phone. He steps into my way as I’m rushing towards the main door, dressed and ready to track down the man who ruined my life.

“Woah, slow down. Where are you going?” I meet his amber eyes, resisting the ‘well, duh’ which is at the tip of my tongue.

“New Orleans. Possibly onto my next persona. I’m thinking Jenni, the born hunter and renowned alligator wrangler.” I can see her already. Black hair, firm muscles, camo outfits. Captain of the floating vessel she lives on. Although, her biggest downfall would be a distinct dislike of blonds and I’m nothing if not committed.

“No.” Myles states the word as if knowing my mind has begun spiraling. Clamping his hands on my shoulders, he pushes me back towards the armchair until I’m eyeline with the morning glory poking over his Calvin Kleins. “I have the exact location; you’re not trekking the bayou alone. I’ll call a private jet and take you. No new persona needed. I’m growing rather fond of this one.” My eyes narrow of their own accord as I raise my gaze to his retreating back.

“Surely you have a busy schedule that doesn’t include flying me across the country. What’s your motive?” Myles turns to me, jeans half tugged up.

“I just gave you my motive.” Returning to dressing, I drop back in the seat.He’s growing fond of me.Well shit.

“What’s going on?” Sebby stirs from the bed, his black hair a mess. Myles sits beside him to pull on his Air Jordans.

“Nothing, Sebby. Go back to sleep. I’ll have breakfast and a masseuse sent up later. Just…avoid going back to face Carter’s wrath a while longer.” Myles leans over to kiss Sebby goodbye and I kinda melt inside. Sebby is just as surprised, his eyes seeking mine out just before Myles pulls me upright and mouths ‘thank you’. Waving the best I can, I’m ushered from the room with my heart in my throat. I’m going to find Reynell. I’m going to get answers, and then I’m going to make him pay.

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