Fuck.Levi hit his knees in submission, his head tipping back as he looked up at Mateo with an expression I could only describe as reverence. It was the same sense of longing and desire I’d seen in countless classical pieces on museum walls. It was almost spiritual.
Without taking my gaze off them, I leaned down and snatched my sketchbook from under my easel. I grabbed a black brush pen and sat down on the floor, crossing my legs as I flipped to an empty page.
Levi grunted as Mateo pulled his shirt free. His chest was bare, his muscles still defined, but stomach a little softer than when he’d first come to Whynot. I loved it. I loved his body and appreciated every inch of him, my drawing hand moving in quick broad strokes, attempting to capture their figures in loose lines.
It was about capturing that feeling. I’d fill in the details later. The sight of them together would live in my mind forever.
Levi’s broad hands moved to Mateo’s hips, tugging at his belt. “Good boy,” Mateo praised. “Take off my boots first. Undress me for our little artist.”
“Yes, Sir.”
My breath hitched.
How in the hell was I going to focus while they were looking so hot?
Heat pooled in my stomach as I watched, lust rolling through me like a wave against the shore. I kept sketching them, never stopping, even as my body vibrated with anticipation.
Levi started with Mateo’s boots and pulled them free, setting them aside and out of the way. The way Mateo’s cock strained against his jeans was art in itself. I watched the way Levi ran his calloused fingers up Mateo’s thighs until they met his belt. He pulled it free, the metal clinking, the leather sliding against denim.
He tugged them down to the floor and caught the head of Mateo’s cock against his lips. My mouth dropped and hand paused as I watched him take Mateo’s cock deep, Levi’s moan echoing through the room.
I was so fucking wet already.
God, this was torture. Part of me wanted to throw down my sketchbook and crawl over to them and beg to be part of this. Beg to please one of them or beg for us to try out some of the threesome positions Mateo had been plaguing our chat with.
Mateo looked up at me as if he knew what I was thinking. The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk, his mustache only making it more smug.
“You’d better draw our tough guy on his knees,” Mateo said. “I want that framed for myself too.”
Levi moaned and drew back on a breath, his hand closing around the base of Mateo’s cock. Mateo’s attention was immediately pulled back into the moment. He grunted and grabbed the hem of his shirt, tossing it to the floor.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he said.
Levi did it so obediently. My breath hitched as Mateo took a step back and reached for the kink bag on the floor. The sound of the zip as he opened it echoed around us, amplifying the anticipation.
Just what had he brought for us to try?
He pulled a black piece of fabric from the bag and took it to Levi. He tipped his bearded chin up and leaned in, murmuring something I couldn’t hear. Levi’s eyes fluttered, the softest moan leaving him. He nodded eagerly.
Seeing Levi submit to Mateo was just as hot as me being dominated by him.
“Yes, Sir.”
Without another word, Levi stood up and started to strip while facing me. My mouth watered and I started sketching again, only breaking eye contact with him to keep my lines moving. Drawing was second nature to me, which made this easier.
He looked so damn good. I sucked in a breath as he took his briefs down, revealing his cock—but there was something around his cock and balls.A ring? A cock ring?
“Oh my god,” I whispered.
Mateo’s smirk told me the bastard had planned this. Always two steps ahead when it came to who could turn who on. Precum dripped from Levi’s cock, his eyes shutting as Mateo came up behind him.
“Kneel on the mattress.”
His knees hit the cushioned surface and he put his wrists behind his back. Mateo held up the black fabric and I realized as he pulled it over Levi’s head—it was a hood with a hole around his mouth.
“Feel good?” Mateo asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
