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“I’ll let you know when I mind,” Gil growls. “Can I trust you to do the same?”
Fucker, sounding all bossy and shit. I’m not Mor, who needs to be told what to do. I’ve been making my own decisions for a long time. I know Gil loves to set boundaries for Mor. Speak them through. Communicate them, so everyone knows what they’re up to. I’m not having it. “You’re not giving me the speech you gave Morgan.”
His eyes fall on me, and there’s this primal need churning inside of me to pound on him. Fight him, rough him up. I’m not backing down.
Not even when Gil tries to make me fall into line with a single look.
His hand tangles in the bun that’s on my head when he pulls me back from Mor’s neck, making her gasp.
“I don’t think you have any say in whether I give you my so-called speech or not. You’re going to have to deal, and take it.”
His brown eyes awaken something in me that wants to fight him before I fall into line. I hear myself growling. Since when do I growl? I want to come up with a fancy retort, take back the reins, but I don’t have it in me.
Gil gets up from the bed, and I take in the sight of him as he towers over us. His slender yet muscular body is toned to perfection. My eyes fall over his abs, his ass, his legs, and I find myself wanting to touch it.
While I’m busy checking him out, Gil talks to Mor again, getting what she calls his Dom-voice out.
“Get on your back, knees up, show us how much you enjoy watching us. I’m trusting you to tell me whenever you get uncomfortable,” he demands before his eyes find me again. I swear to god that if he starts belittling me, I’ll fight him. But it doesn’t come.
“Stand up.”
My heart is hammering as I give into his command and get up. Am I really doing this? Fuck yes, I really am.
Standing next to the bed I wait for how this is going to unfold. Gil walks over, the look in his eye almost electric. My throat feels thick, and I can’t look anywhere else besides the very manly being standing opposite to me.
Not giving me any time to think, he pushes me against the cabinet I’m standing in front of. I almost try to push him away, but he’s got me in a hold with his arm. When his mouth crushes down on mine, I stop fighting and give in. He bites my bottom lip, and I open up for him.
His hard body is pressed against mine and feels so foreign from Mor’s that it’s kind of weird. He’s firm, and muscular, and strong, and our kiss feels like a fight. He’s rough, and his cheeks scrape against mine.
My hands start an exploration of Gil’s body on their own accord. Hard ridges of muscles and warmness everywhere. I grab his back, his ass, his legs. I need to feel him all over me. The feeling of his hard dick against my stomach makes my own dick twitch. His dick is hard and velvety all at the same time.
Gil’s hand glides from my peck to my stomach. His hands are rougher than Mor’s. They’re calloused like my own, creating a kind of friction that I feel all the way in my balls.
When he grabs my dick at the base, I grunt. Raw sensations go through my body. I like this, I really fucking do. He squeezes and our eyes lock as he does so. Is he looking for me to back out of it? Because he’s not going to find it.
When he starts to jerk me in slow but rough strokes, I let all the fight that was left in me go. Using both hands, I grab his head and pull him towards me before I attack his mouth. Right then I understand what it was that Gil means that he likes a person and not a gender. Because right then, I couldn’t care less that I have a guys hand around my dick, it just feels fucking right.
A dirty moan fills the room, as I look up and see Mor working herself while looking very heated. Gil let’s go of his death grip on me.
“You still with us?” His voice is hoarse, making any doubt I had if he’s into this at all disappear.
“Yeah.”
Gil lets me go, and makes his way to the bed again. He points his head to her as he looks in my gaze. “Fuck her,” he orders, and his voice makes my balls pull up. “She can come as much as she wants to, I need you to not come yourself. Can you do that?”
Fuck, I’m not used to being bossed around. I like doing the bossing myself. But it’s something in Gil that makes me want to listen to him. Anyway, in this situation I guess he’s taking the lead, because I have no clue as to what I’m doing or what’s going to happen.
Sure, I know about the birds and the bees and the holes and the penisses, but that’s a different kind of knowledge. There comes a certain kind of knowledge with experience, and in this case, I have none.
I’m still scowling at Gil as I climb over Mor and feel the softness of her body against mine. I hover over her, taking a moment to gather myself, before I do the inevitable and start kissing her all over. It’s like my lips are magnets and her body’s made of metal.
I use a hand to guide myself into her, and my cock is so happy, I can almost hear it yell ‘honey, I’m home’ as I slowly let myself slide into her. In the back of my mind, the sound of Gil grabbing the lube registers, but I’m lost in a moment of bliss as I force myself to remember that I’m on a no-coming order.
The bed dips down beside me as Gil sits down, grabbing me by the hair again. It’s different from when Mor does it. She holds back. Gil? He doesn’t. It’s like I’m one of his favorite playtoys, and I’m not even ashamed to admit I like the feeling. He makes me face him and damn, those fucking eyes.
“You sure?”
I mean to say that I’m sure, but something resembling ‘yeghng’ comes out in a grunt. I guess Gil is bilingual and speaks dumbass, because he seems to catch my drift. The rough hand that was just around my cock, is now between my shoulderblades, pushing me down. He presses a knee between my legs, making me spread them.
