Christian laughed by his ear and whispered, “Your girlfriend wasn’t complaining. Can you taste me in her mouth?”
Alexander stopped kissing Mila and turned his head to glare at him. Christian just smiled innocently.
“Suck on my nipples,” Mila said breathlessly. “Both of you.”
Alexander leaned down and took her right nipple into his mouth. Usually he loved Mila’s breasts, but at the moment he couldn’t focus at all. It felt like a chore, something he must do just not to be outdone. Christian’s presence made it impossible to relax.
He could acutely feel the movement of the air beside him as Christian moved to suck on the other nipple. Mila started moaning and muttering something unintelligible.
Rolling her nipple in his mouth, Alexander glanced at Christian.
He found him looking at him already.
Their faces were so close that Alexander could see Christian’s every eyelash. Holding his gaze, Christian licked Mila’s nipple slowly, the tip of his pink tongue circling around it.
Alexander bit the nipple in his mouth, hard.
Mila moaned, raking her hands through their hair and pushing them closer to her breasts—and to each other. “Harder.”
Alexander’s cheek was pressed against Christian’s now. The guy’s light stubble scratched against his own. Alexander’s cock throbbed. He wanted to fuck.
He slid a hand down Mila’s body and cupped her between legs. She was wet already when he started stroking her.
Mila moaned and spread her legs. “Fuck me. Someone fuck me now.”
Alexander lifted his head and looked at Christian. The guy did the same.
Running his gaze down Christian’s body, Alexander stared at his hard dick for a moment. “You aren’t fucking her.”
A ghost of a smile appeared on Christian’s face. “Jealous? Scared she’ll like me more?”
Alexander gave him a tight smile. “Just an agreement between me and my girlfriend that has nothing to do with you.”
Mila spread her legs wider, looking between them.
“She can suck you off,” Alexander said reluctantly.
“Yeah, come here, I’ll blow you,” Mila said, getting on her fours and presenting Alexander with her back. Alexander put on a condom and threw another to Christian.
Christian caught it, put it on and moved to her head. The problem was, in this position he and Alexander were forced to look at each other.
“Ready?” Christian said, looking at Alexander.
There was something in those dark eyes. Challenge.
Alexander’s cock twitched. “Yes.” He gripped Mila’s hips and pushed into her wet heat. He didn’t want to look at Mila, didn’t want to see her blowing this guy—the noises she was making around Christian’s cock were irritating enough—so he looked at Christian instead.
Time seemed to slow down and the world around him became blurred and unfocused, his vision tunneling on the guy in front of him. Tightness, heat, dark eyes. Christian’s eyes were a bit glazed over, face flushed, plump lips parted as he panted. He didn’t look away from Alexander even for a moment. Moaning, Christian touched his own neck, and Alexander slammed hard into the tight walls that clamped around him. Mila cried out, clenching hard around his cock as she orgasmed.
“Oh,” Christian said as Alexander continued fucking her through her orgasm and Mila continued moaning. Christian looked down at Mila before returning his eyes to Alexander. “It must feel really good. Your cock.”
It startled Alexander so badly his hips jerked and he came with a ragged groan, disoriented and weirded out.
He pulled out and fell back onto the mattress, breathing hard and trying to make sense of what had just happened.
He looked up at Christian and their gazes locked again. Christian’s mouth opened in a silent moan, his body stiffened, and he went very still.
Realizing he’d just watched another guy come, Alexander looked away, more than a little unsettled.
Christian flopped onto his back next to him, sighing.
“This was fun, wasn’t it?” Mila breathed out, stretching out on the other side of Christian.
Alexander made a non-committal sound.
“Sure,” Christian said, the ever-present amusement in his voice. “Really fun, right, Alex?”
“My name is Alexander.”
“He hates being called Alex,” Mila mumbled, grinning.
“Then you’ll get along smashingly with my grandma,” Christian said, propping himself on his elbow. “She hates nicknames too. She gets so upset when people call me Chris. That’s why I go by Christian, though I don’t mind when people call me Chris. I like Chris better, actually. I think it fits me better—I’m a simple guy. You can call me Chris, Alex.”
Alexander felt his lips press together.
Mila started laughing.
Christian just looked at him innocently. “What?”
“Don’t call me Alex.”
“Actually, you’re right—it’s so unimaginative, and you don’t really look like Alex. Hmm…” Christian eyed him. “You look like an Alec to me. I think I’ll call you Alec.”
“Please don’t,” Alexander said, very evenly.
Christian cocked his head, studying him. The amusement was gone from his face. “You know, when I was a kid, my parents—they’re geologists—used to drag me along when they traveled. I’ve seen a dormant volcano once. My parents said the thing wouldn’t awaken for thousands of years, that it was safe, but it made me uneasy. I could almost feel the ground under me trembling, very faintly. It creeped me out. My parents said the volcano was harmless and I was just imagining it, and I probably was, but still.”