Bound Together (Torn and Bound Duet 2)

When we pull apart, I let out a heavy sigh. “I thought you guys locked me out.”

“Silly boy,” she says, swatting at my chest. “You’re one of us.”

“We’re locking Dad out,” Ashton says as I walk in with Mia, shutting the door behind me.

“Oh boy,” I groan.

Drew exits the kitchen, looking fucking hot in sweatpants and no shirt. “He saw something he shouldn’t have.”

“Fuck,” I hiss. “What happened?”

Drew stops to kiss me. “He walked into the bedroom as Ashton and I were leaving the bathroom in nothing but our towels.”

“We were still horny as fuck because Mia is insatiable,” Ashton tattles, “and were discussing how next time we’re going to cram the four of us in there when that cockblocking asshole waltzed in.”

I drop my bag on the floor, grabbing Ashton’s hand. He threads his fingers with mine. “What did he say?” I demand, searching Ashton’s eyes. “What did he do?”

“Blamed me, of course,” Ashton says, a dry laugh barking from him.

Hurt. Pained. Sad.

I pull him to me, hugging him tight. “Fuck that asshole.”

“That’s what I said,” Drew grunts.

“Me too,” Mia chimes in.

“So you changed the locks?” I ask, unable to break free of the hold I have on Ashton. Sometimes he’s so broken, I just want to keep him held together.

“Can’t have him trying to get peep shows when we have our bj wars,” Ashton says, meeting my stare with a shit-eating grin.

I kiss his stupidly hot mouth. “You’re so damned confident you’re going to win.”

“I know my worth in this world,” he jokes.

His comment rubs me the wrong way. Ashton is a fuck more than a good lay. I cup his jaw, leaning my forehead against his. “You’re worth a whole lot to us.”

Mia and Drew both agree.

“Come on,” Ashton says. “I’m tired of whipping their asses at NHL 20. Play with me. I’ll suck you off later.”

I leave them to take a quick shower in Drew’s bathroom and then change into some basketball shorts, bypassing my shirt altogether. When I return to the living room, Drew and Mia are stretched out on the sofa, cuddled up. His fingers stroke the bare skin on her thigh just below her shorts. Ashton already has the game started and is sitting on the coffee table. His eyes skim down my bare torso and he licks his lips.

“Not fair for you to distract me,” he complains.

I chuckle as I sit next to him, our thighs touching, and pick up the controller. “If I want my dick sucked, I have to woo you.”

He palms me over my shorts. “If you want your dick sucked before the game instead of after, all you have to do is ask.”

“If you keep touching me like that, I won’t be asking,” I growl, leaning in to kiss his neck. “I’ll be taking.”

He sets the controller down and slides to the floor, coming between my thighs. “You keep talking to me like you’re going to destroy my throat with your dick and I’ll give you whatever you goddamn please.”

I lift my hips as he draws my shorts off my ass and down my thighs. My heavy erection bobs out, leaking precum already. His devilish, starved grin does me in as he flicks his tongue across the tip.

Because I can’t help myself, I roughly fist his hair. With Drew, he’s always so hungry for my dick. When Mia sucked me off, she was so sweet and innocent about it.

Ashton, though…

I can tell he’s going to try and rule me from his knees.

He grips my cock, stroking it lazily. “Ready to die by dick sucking overload?”

“I mean, are there better ways to go because I’m not sure there are.” I grin at him until he wraps his mouth around my cock.

A guttural groan escapes me as his tongue lashes with purpose against my shaft. He pulls all the way off, licks the tip, and then slides down for more. Way more. I nearly come off the coffee table when my dick pushes down his throat.

So fucking tight.

So hot.

Holy shit.

Before I can embarrass the hell out of myself, he pulls all the way off, gives me a flirty wink, and then dives back down. My grip tightens in his hair. This time, when he starts to pull back in that teasing way of his, I yank him back down, groaning at the way his nose tickles the hairs at the base of my cock.

“You want to fucking win,” I grit out, pulling his hair up and down to dictate the pleasure I want from him, “you gotta earn it.”

He makes a gagging sound that feels really fucking good on my dick. I ease up on my grip, allowing him to come up for air, and then I buck my hips up, eager for more. His mouth works its magic again, taking me deep in his throat. It’s fucking hot to see slobber run down his chin each time I allow him to breathe.