“You can do better than that, Tien.” I nip his nipple with my teeth as I run my hand up his chest and grasp his neck.
His eyes snap open, burning with desire. “Oh yes, baby. There it is. Yourthingfor necks.”
Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I meet his dark gaze head on. “Does it bother you?” I’ve never stopped to think about it, but he might have a point.
“Are you crazy? It’s hot as hell.” He gives me the thumbs up. “You can squeeze a little more if you want.”
I comply, careful not to apply too much force. His breathing hitches as his cock hardens even more in my hand. “Tell me what else you want me to do to you.”
He worries his lips, then sighs. “We should be naked. And make it sexy. You know, maybe rip your clothes off because of how horny you are for me. And then you can rip mine?”
This is such a Hex thing to say. It’s nearly impossible for him to ever be serious, no matter the situation.
But a request is a request, and this is one I am all too happy to execute. Pushing myself off the bed, I get rid of my clothes like they are on fire. My erection springs free, heavy and leaking. My balls tingle with anticipation at the hunger in his eyes, the black in them fully consuming the brown.
He’s turned into that devil from earlier, here to tempt me until I’ve willingly put on a collar with his name around my own neck. And I would, if he asked.
“You have very nice assets,” Hex comments, shuffling up the bed so he’s leaned his back against the stacked pillows. Among the dark gray sheets, he looks even more enticing.
I put my knee on the edge of the bed and hook my fingers under the hem of his shorts. Then I pull, ripping the flimsy fabric along with his briefs, so I can release his flushed cock. It’s pretty, just like the rest of Hex, lean and elegant and begging to be touched.
Before I get to that though, I destroy his hoodie the same way I ruined his pants, the poor thing ending up in pieces on the floor. He doesn’t mind one bit, his nostrils flaring as I take a moment to take in his nakedness.
He’s smooth skin all over, silky. His hackles rise as I drag my hand down his chest to his navel, as I grip his leaking cock and give it a quick stroke.
“Lube and condoms are in the drawer,” he chirps, wiggling his eyebrows.
I chuckle. Of course they would be—Hex is always prepared like that. Without a protest, I grab the supplies and slather my fingers, jerking myself off. He watches me mesmerized, chewing on those full lips as he teases his own slit.
“I wanna feel how hard and hot you are,” he says, slurring a little. “And then I want to try riding you.” He blushes, red spreading from his cheeks all the way down to his chest. “And maybe we can try no condoms? I hacked into your medical records. You don’t have to… you know, pull out when…” He presses his hands against his face, peeking from a gap that forms between his pinkies. “Both Matt and Leo advised it feelsamazing.”
My chest becomes impossibly tight, desire flooding every fiber of my being. Why am I not surprised that those three dorks discuss such things? God knows what other stuff they gossip about. But still, I smile, fondness for this man twisting my insides. He wants all of me, with nothing between us. This is our true beginning, a life we’ll build together as a team, as partners. No matter what the world has in store for us from now on, I have him and he has me.
“You are a force of nature, Tien, but the three of you together…”
He rolls his eyes, moaning as I bring our cocks together. “I’ll have you know that I am the least wild of us three. I am the Holy Mary, pure and innocent and very eager to change that. With your help, psycho daddy.”
Snorting, I quicken my strokes, because, clearly, I’m yet to drive him crazy with desire if he’s talking so much. But I will amend that right away.
Within seconds, the smartass is no longer blabbering. My nerve-endings sing as I watch him slowly begin to unravel, as he clasps the bedsheets and begs me to go faster and harder and make him come. That’s my cue, so I loop my arms around his waist and roll us over, ending up under him.
His eyes shine like black gems, greedy and overcome by arousal. My cock twitches with the need to be inside him, to fill him up and mark him as mine.
“Scoot forward,” I instruct, groping his ass with one hand as I use the other to slick his tiny hole.
Once I have him sufficiently prepared, I slip one finger inside. He cries out, bucking his hips, but soon enough he’s moving, inviting me deeper and deeper. I add a second finger after a while, his moans growing louder and more urgent.
“I can’t take this anymore. Make me come,” he complains, latching onto my shoulder and neck. “Please.”
My stomach feels about to burst from all the butterflies, my chest not far behind. I line up my dick and let him sink slowly on top, gritting my teeth to suppress the urge to thrust up into him. He’s slow, torturous, taking his time to get used to the stretch and my girth.
“Fuck, I feel so full.” He moves deliberately, rolling his hips until I’m almost fully out. Then he sinks down again, inviting me deeper with every glide.
I pull him closer, plastering his front to mine and trapping his cock between us. I’m barely holding myself together, driven wild with pleasure and tingling need.
“Yes, feels so good,” he purrs, throwing his head back. “More.”
I lose it as he pulls almost out and slams down with a deep moan. My legs start pumping fast and deep, and his lovely noises intensify with every tag of his prostate.
