Cole's Mistake (Haven, Texas 8)

He didn’t ever not use a condom. Ever. “I have some in my wallet.” Only two, though. Fuck it. Oh well, Keira could use her mouth on him.

Or maybe Julian could.

The image of them both on their knees in front of him, tongues playing with his cock and balls nearly had him stumbling as he made his way to the tiny bathroom with the avocado fixtures. Was this the source of that moldy, damp smell throughout the house? It certainly seemed worse in there.

He quickly washed off, taking a moment to stare at himself and calm down.

You want them as yours.

Yes, but on his terms. He was certain they’d agree with that when they realized how much better their lives would be with him. Feeling much more like himself, he turned back to the bedroom. As he got closer, he stilled in the doorway, watching them for a moment. They didn’t turn to look at him, they were too wrapped up in each other. They were in position as ordered, but Keira had her head tilted back on Julian’s shoulder and he was kissing down the side of her neck. Then he paused to whisper something in her ear, and she smiled.

You’ll never have that.

Self-doubt and jealousy ate at him.

He’d never be that for them. Tenderness and care weren’t in his vocabulary. He’d never been shown such things so how would he know how to give them?

You should just leave. You’ll never belong.

He clenched his hands into fists. He wasn’t giving up that easily. Besides, he did have things he could give them. His money. His protection. His rule.

He strode into the room like he owned it and picked up his pants, pulling out his wallet so he could grab the condoms he had in there.

He was gratified to notice they both turned to watch him, their gazes hungry yet wary. He placed one of the condoms on his cock then he crawled up between his girl’s legs once more. They were plump and pale and so fucking delicious. He settled in close to her pussy. Julian’s cock was firmly wedged inside her passage and he moved on instinct, cupping the man’s balls gently and running his tongue over the base of his cock.

“Holy fuck,” Julian whispered.

“Don’t move,” he ordered him.

“Christ. Shit. Fuck.”

Keira let out a quiet giggle that turned into a groan as he ran his tongue from the bottom of her pussy up to her clit. Then he repeated the process. Julian’s balls were full. Tight. He had to be in fucking pain and yet he didn’t move.

He was being very good. Cole moved his tongue around Keira’s pussy, lapping at her, exploring her before settling his tongue against her clit and tapping the underside.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.”

He circled her clit as he lightly massaged Julian’s balls. The other man let out a deep groan. He pulled back to look up at him. Hmm, perhaps he should have plugged his ass as well. He didn’t know how much experience the other man had with anal play, though. They needed to have that conversation.

Later. Much later.

Right now, he needed to get this show moving before he came.

“You’ve taken her ass with your cock before?” he asked Julian.

“Yes.”

“Good.” Satisfaction filled him. Then he looked at Keira. “You may come whenever you like. Julian, play with her tits but don’t come yet.”

The other man groaned, deep and long.

“It will be worth it.” He rose up and leaned in, kissed the other man, letting him taste Keira on his t

ongue.

“Shit. Shit. I don’t even need to touch my clit, I think I’m going to come,” Keira muttered.

Cole leaned back with a grin as he found Julian flushed and panting. Then he returned to Keira’s pussy. Christ, with such a delightful smorgasbord on offer it was hard to know what to take first. He swirled his tongue around her tight bud of nerves then flicked it carefully. Slowly. Then faster. Harder. She let out a cry, and Julian groaned as she came around him.