I could tell he was close by the way he looked at me. There was a loss of control on his face and as I came, I sucked him in deep, taking him all the way back, choking on him as I did. He was so close to spilling his cum.
As my orgasm started to ebb away, he suddenly pulled out of my mouth and he came all over my shirt.
“Fuck me,” Mateo said.
“The nicest pussy I’ve ever licked,” Gideon said.
Part of me knew I should be embarrassed for not one but both of them to see me like this, but with the pleasure still rushing through my body, all I cared about was the peace that swept over me afterward.
****
Mateo
Most of the time, I was the kind of guy to orgasm and get the hell out of there. With Sian, I had wanted to stay, but I also knew with my dad out of the house, every moment of searching was important. There was no time to waste.
After Sian had given me the best blowjob of my life, and considering she had no experience, that was saying a lot, I didn’t want to leave. I’d been tempted to stay and hold her, but duty called.
I had no choice but to leave her in Gideon’s care. I knew I fucked up with relying on him, but he was part of us. She belonged to him as much as she did us.
Rubbing at my temples, I steered clear of my father’s office and instead went into his bedroom.
The room he never shared with my mother. She rarely stayed home. In fact, my mother was not much of a presence in my life. She lived hers, coming and going as she pleased. My parents never had a love match. To be honest, from what I saw of them together, they didn’t even like each other.
It sucked.
My mother had her own wing of the house. Going to my father’s closet, I remembered from years ago that he had a safe hidden away in the back of his wardrobe. He’d given me the combination once and I quickly checked to see if it was the same.
I smiled as the lock clicked open with a simple spring. Awesome.
Checking inside, I saw a few stacks of money, several brown envelopes, a couple of files. I glanced through them, seeing some DVD discs, and a couple of USB keys.
Fuck. Now I wished I’d brought Fred along with me. I didn’t know if I could sneak them away without my father noticing.
This was more important, so I shoved them into my pockets.
Just as I was about to close the safe, a single photo fell between the files. Curiosity got the better of me, and I reached out and took it.
I recognized my dad, along with Gideon’s, Dante’s, and William’s dads. The woman was Joan in the center. They all looked happy. My dad rarely smiled.
His humor had long since faded. I turned the photograph over and saw the writing, What happiness really feels like.
I put the photograph back, making note of the date, and made sure nothing was out of place, apart from the DVD and USB keys.
One last lingering look around the room, then I stepped out to come face to face with Steve, my father’s butler.
“Steve, holy shit, you scared the crap out of me.”
“Why were you sneaking around in your father’s room?” he asked.
“I wasn’t sneaking around. I thought I had left something in there, but guess what, I didn’t.” I laughed. This was why I hadn’t gone straight to his office downstairs. Steve protected my dad at all costs.
They were glued together.
“How come you didn’t go with my dad tonight?” I asked.
“He felt it was best I stay here. Make sure nothing bad happens.”
“Bad? What bad could happen here?”
“Four guys, two girls, you do the math.”
“Steve, I’m insulted you even think of it.”
He gave me a pointed look. It was almost as if his eyes saw right through my lies. Don’t get me wrong, we had no intention of hurting Heather or Sian, but this trip wasn’t for homesickness and I thought he knew that.
“You know, Dad never mentioned anything before about knowing the Roberts. In fact, he’d never invited them over,” I said.
“Your point?”
“How does he know them?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t have the answer to that.”
Now I knew he was lying.
“Steve, you and my dad have been inseparable for as long as I’ve known you. If there’s something about my dad that you know, then why hide it?” I asked.
Steve looked at me and shook his head. “We don’t talk about it. It’s better this way.”
“What don’t you talk about?” I asked.
Steven looked past my shoulder then down the stairs.
“No one is around. I won’t tell.”
“It’s not just about you telling. There is a lot at stake, and I worry about you.”