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I know Samuel can hear him, because he groans at Lennox’s offerings, and the sound reverberates between us.

Grabbing his hand, I place it on my dick and he wastes no time pulling me out of the confines of my pants and wrapping his hand around my cock.

I’m not ready to feel more than this. I feel that slippery slope and know just how easy it would be to become addicted to this feeling. There is a difference between giving and receiving, and I am determined to master the art of giving.

Reluctantly, I pull my mouth away from Samuel’s and meet his gaze.

“What is it?” he asks, a hint of concern in his voice.

“I want what I was offered,” I say, trying to play it cool. I point between him and Lennox. “Let me watch.”

At this, Samuel leans over me and captures Lennox’s mouth. I replace Lennox’s hand with mine and then I shift up the bed till I’m seated upright against the headboard, and I watch the beauty that is them.

They close the distance between one another, both of them kneeling on the mattress. Their lips fuse together and their hands search for skin.

I begin stroking up and down my shaft languidly, lazily, slow enough to want to make this moment stretch out all night.

“Lie down,” Lennox orders Samuel, and my dick jerks in my hand at this side of both of them I’ve never seen before. Samuel isn’t the protective bodyguard in the bedroom; he listens to each and every one of Lennox’s instructions like a good fucking boy.

I watch him take his clothes off, the lines and curves and dips of his body never ceasing to amaze me. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he strokes himself, my own hand matching the rhythm.

Lennox walks around the bed, commanding the room even when he kneels before him. Looking up, he licks his lips and then replaces Samuel’s hand with his, stroking up and down.

I take in Samuel’s heavy breathing, the rise and fall of his chest, and the tensing of his stomach as Lennox expertly rolls his wrist up and down Samuel’s length.

He uses his thumb to collect pre-cum from Samuel’s leaking slit and then slips his thumb inside his mouth.

These two are going to kill me.

I squeeze my own cock, trying to stave off my release as I watch Lennox slide his beautiful lips around the head of Samuel’s cock.

“Ah fuck,” Samuel breathes out.

Lennox’s mouth moves up and down, pushing Samuel’s cock in farther on every glide. His gag reflex is non-existent and the thought of pushing my dick down to the back of his throat makes spilling in my hand more imminent.

He tortures our poor boy, rolling his balls, sucking on his sac, bringing him so close to the edge only to stop it all at once.

My own hand moves faster, and when I notice Lennox pressing a palm to his own cock, I quickly climb off the bed, dick in hand, and kneel behind him.

He only falters for a second, but as my mouth kisses the back of his neck and I wrap one hand around his length and the other on mine, he figures it out.

He works Samuel over. Deeper. Faster.

I continue to kiss and lick the nape of his neck, nipping at his skin every time I come close to release. And when Lennox’s hips rock back and forth, his cock fucking my fist, I know we’re all right where we need to be.

“Come,” Lennox demands. “Fucking hell,pleasecome.”

The uninhibited desperation in his voice pushes all of us over the edge, and a collective moan, followed by a flurry of irregular panting, echoes through the room.

Unable to stop myself, I keep kissing Lennox’s neck while watching Samuel in all his sated glory. It doesn’t matter that both my hands are sticky with cum or that I can’t logistically work out how to release my hold on both of us without making a complete mess.

I’m exactly where I want to be. With them both, I’m always exactly where I want to be.

19

RHYS

“Rhys.”

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