It’s Tate’s friends, the blonde guy and the dark-haired guy he brought over here… They’re in the room…
And they’re clearly about to have sex.
“Oh my God,” Tate releases a hushed chuckle, shaking his head. But his eyes are wide, obviously intrigued by what we’re seeing.
He bites his lip.
I bite mine too, watching Tate watch them for a few heavy seconds before my eyes slide back into the room.
They’re both naked. The younger dark-haired guy is hovering over the blonde guy, who’s lying on some piece of furniture with his legs wrapped around the other guy’s waist. They’re kissing, deep, heavily passionate, hungry… downright ravenous, while the younger guy rubs lubrication onto his dick.
My cock is straining against the front of my pants. I’ve never seen anything like this before… in real life.I may or may not have watched a few videos…
But this is totally different. This is happening right in front of my eyes.
My dick was already hard before, from the tension between me and Tate. But now, it’s practically about to snap off.
“Those are my friends,” Tate whispers. “Ben, the blonde… I grew up with him. He’s my best friend’s brother. And his husband, Ryan… we sorta hooked up.” My face snaps in his direction. “Like, a bunch of times.”
Blinking at him, I pry my eyes away to look inside the room once more. That’s why they looked familiar… I’ve seen them while making my rounds on social media.
Of course, creeping our mutuals never showed me a scene likethis. The dark-haired guy—Ryan—is pushing his fingers inside his husband’s ass. It looks insane, but I can’t even be concerned with that right now, because I’m too busy buzzing with jealousy.
That guy…?? Tate hooked up with him??
He’s like… fucking gorgeous.
“When did you hook up with him?” I whisper accusingly.
Tate peers up at me, biting a smirk off his lips. “Last year. Before they got together.”
“Were you into him?” I grunt, and he shoots me a look that saysQuiet.
Tate scoffs, “I’m never into anyone, Hardy. I don’t do feelings.”
My blinking becomes rapid.
Tate flashes me some very brief vulnerability, before inching his mouth up to my ear again. “Do you like watching them?”
I gulp a mouthful of saliva, glancing at the couple, who are now actively fucking. Ryan is pushing his severely impressive erection inside Ben as their hands rush all over one another, so deeply lost in their obvious connection that they don’t even care there’s no door to the room they’re in, and anybody could walk by and see them.
The sight kicks a swift pang into my gut. That kind of passion… lust…love. The desperate desire to have someone right then and there… I’ve never felt that before.
My eyes creep back to Tate.
Okay… maybe once.
Tate slips his hand gingerly over my erection, and I tremor. “I guess it’s a rhetorical question.”
“Tate… we shouldn’t—”
“Blah blah blah,” he rumbles, working on the button and zipper of my shorts. “Shouldn’tcan suck my dick. And I’ll suck yours.”
He shows me a cocky grin while I just stare at him, dumfounded.
“Aren’t you aching just a little, big beautiful ray of sunshine?” His lips dance along my jaw while his fingers slip inside my now open pants.
I’mshivering… burning, sweating and throbbing deep inside, in a place where only he can seem to reach. And his lips are creeping awfully close to mine…
