The rhythm they set was slow and almost exploratory. The deliberate dynamic between them let me feel every inch of their lengths moving inside me. Whenever Ares pulled back, Owen thrust up into me. Every time Ares thrust back in, Owen pulled back. The sensation was a constant pressure against my prostate that drove me toward the edge faster than I could process.
“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good,” Owen grit out between kisses. His fist stroked my aching length. Precum leaked from my slit, and my balls were painfully tight. His hand twisted around my crown with every pass, only heightening the intensity. “Don’t come yet, baby. Hold out for me a little longer. You can do it.”
Their speed increased as they kept me pinned between them. Feral, uninhibited sounds fell off my lips. Every thrust sent Ares’s cock dragging and pushed against Owen’s inside me. The pressure built until it was one endless wave of pleasure after another. I was split open between them and falling apart while they worked my body like it was made for this.
“Close,” I rasped, shaking my head. “I can’t…”
Behind me, Ares shifted his position. One hand settled roughly on my shoulder, holding me in place as his pace increased. His hips slapped harder against my ass with a wet sound that filled the living room.
“Come for us, pretty boy,” Ares growled. “Come while we’re both buried inside you.”
Their rhythm turned relentless, both of them driving into me with an increased urgency. Owen’s hand stroked my cock faster, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I shattered, my body arching back against Ares. Thick ropes of cum shot across Owen’s chest and stomach, painting his skin in pulsing streaks. My muscles clamped down around them as I came, and I felt both of them falter.
Owen went first, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he thrust as deep as possible and dragged my hips down into place. His cock pulsated inside me, filling me with his cum. I whimpered and writhed in his hold while Ares fucked me through it, chasing his own need.
Three more thrusts, and he followed our fall. He slammed into me with a shuddering moan. His release mixed with Owen’s, flooding me so fully that hot cum trickled down my balls. His hips rolled flush against my ass as he drew out the sensations until there was nothing left to chase.
I was floating outside my own body. Every muscle melted into putty as I was caught between them, trembling and utterly spent. The world had gone soft around the edges, and sounds were distant, their voices muffled in my ears. I didn’t need to move or speak or do anything. I didn’t need a single thing at all. I was warm and safe and wanted and blissfully suspended in the quiet aftermath.
CHAPTER 13
Owen
Easy,” I said as I guided Liam to the bed. Even after cleaning him up and getting him comfortably dressed, he was still unsteady. Maybe he was genuinely that satisfied, or perhaps he was that exhausted. Either way, a content little sigh escaped him the moment his head hit the pillow.
He curled around the extra pillow, hugging it to his chest, while I pulled the blanket up over his shoulders. I sat on the edge of the bed and just watched him for a moment—really studied him.
“Are you good?” I asked, keeping my voice quiet so as not to disturb his calm state.
“Mhmm,” he hummed, and I smiled. There was something endearing and almost adorable about the way he made himself so readily at home among the blankets. There wasn’t a second thought or worry about doing so in a place that wasn’t his.
I stayed in my spot for longer than necessary just to watch him sleep. He looked peaceful in a way that felt strangely intimate to witness. Every wall he’d spent the evening trying to maintain had slipped away, and witnessing it happen had done something dangerous to me.
Satisfaction should have been enough—it was supposed to be enough. Professional pride was supposed to be enough. And yet… this felt different. Some part of me actually cared how he felt. Truly and deeply cared, and not in the professional sense. Not in the professional sense at all.
I left the room and hopefully left that little piece of myself behind. The last thing I needed was the complications of feelings and concerns involving Liam.
While I had pulled on my lounge pants, Ares was already dressed in jeans and an orange pullover sweatshirt. The rustic color complemented his tanned skin wonderfully and made his eyes stand out.
“You like him,” Ares said the moment he saw me. It wasn’t a question. It was a blanket statement, but one I intended to address. As I opened my mouth to deny it, he continued, “Don’t bullshit me, old man. You forget how well I know you.”
“It’s neither here nor there,” I commented vaguely. I kept busy by carefully packing up the food left on the kitchen island.
“You,” he began as he joined me at the counter, leaning against it casually. I pretended not to notice how his gaze tracked my movements. The man was far too observant for his own good—and mine. “You never get invested.”
“I’m not invested.”
“You called himbaby.”
“You called himpretty boy.”
”You never use pet names,” Ares countered once more. His voice dropped an octave to mock me as he added, “It’s animportant rule: no pet names. Pet names encourage familiarity, and familiarity breeds attachment.”
I scowled. I had, indeed, said that years ago to him. Ares used pet names to break down walls, but I found them a dangerous involvement. I’d seen it happen too many times.
“There is no attachment to be concerned about,” I said. Even I wasn’t convinced of my own words. I had crossed lines—my own lines—with Liam. It was no surprise that Ares had picked up on that. “My position at the Society isn’t compromised.”
“I know, but retirement would look good on you,” he replied.
