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“A word,” he says and starts walking away. I debate following but decide it’s probably better to touch base with him. I’m not ready to quit my fun yet though.
“I’ll be back,” I tell Julian before following Dev over to an empty corner of the yard. My eyes lock on to the muscles in his broad back rippling beneath the skin. As soon as I’m close enough, he crowds me against the fence, hands planted on either side of my head.
He dips his head to my ear, his words deep and rough. “How much further are you gonna push me, Rome?”
I wrap my arms around him, fingers digging into his sexy back. “You can make it stop whenever you want, but remember what I said earlier tonight.”
His forehead falls to my shoulder. “You drive me fucking crazy. You know that, right?”
I trail my fingertips up and down his back, soothing him.
“I can tell you like it when he touches you, and I can’t believe you’re even allowing it. You don’t let anyone touch you.” The words are laced with anger and something else—something that sounds oddly like curiosity.
“It’s just a game, Dev,” I reassure him. I grab his chin, forcing him to stop talking into my neck and look at me. “It gets me hot. Gets me hot to know you’re watching, and that I’m teetering right on the edge of your wrath. To think that at any moment, I could step too far, and your hell will rain down upon me.” I moan low and deep at the way his eyes darken. “God, I can’t fucking wait for it.” I slide my lips over his gently, lovingly. “And I know you like it too. You love knowing that I’m doing this for you. That every time he touches me, it’s you that I’m thinking of,” I breathe, right there against his lips.
He pushes in closer, pressing every inch of his body to mine, pushing me flat against the fence. Fire rips through my body at the feel of him, hard and strong. When he closes me in like this, gives me no room, I feel safe. Safe is another feeling I never knew until him, but it’s one I’ve come to cherish. From the outside, people might think Devin is overly clingy, that he doesn’t give me room to breathe, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Being wrapped up in him is when I feel freer than I’ve ever been. I can finally just fucking relax for a second because I trust him with everything in me.
“I need to be certain, Rome, that this isn’t happening because… because what we have isn’t enough for you. If that’s what’s really going on—”
I cut him off, stopping whatever he thought he could get away with saying just now. “You have nothing to worry about, and don’t you ever fucking doubt it,” I tell him, the threat clear.
The corner of his lips curve up into a mischievous smile as he looks down at me, and the ease with which he trusts my word alone sends all of my blood rushing south. I push my hips against his, gasping at the friction our hard cocks create. He takes the opportunity to slip one hand straight down my pants, palming my ass. He squeezes the flesh before flattening his palm in the middle, right in the valley of my crack. His rough hand digs in proprietarily, skating along the sensitive skin there as he dips two fingers to press firmly against my hole. My breath catches in my throat, and I shudder. His other hand wraps securely around my neck, and now I’m panting. He knows exactly how to handle me—roughly and possessively. He knows how to make me feel trapped and owned with nothing but his hands and body.
He presses his forehead to mine, his expression still sinfully devious. “You think he could fuck you better than me?”
My body jerks against my will, forcing his fingers harder against my hole. It’s getting harder to form a coherent thought; he’s undoing me so effortlessly. My brain says fuck no, but my mouth says, “Maybe. We’ll see.”
Devin growls, a guttural sound that rips from him like nothing I’ve ever heard before, but all I can think is that I need more. Need his hands wrapped around my dick, his mouth, something. “Come on, baby. Do something,” I beg with a whimper. “You got me strung so high here.”
He seals his lips against mine, swiping his tongue in my mouth just once before pulling back, like he just needed a quick taste of me. His hands leave my ass and throat with jolting quickness.
He utters one word.
“No.”
I groan and tip my face up to the sky, squeezing my eyes closed as I listen to his heavy footsteps get farther away. I’m going to fucking explode with it. Every moment of this night has edged me. I have to remind myself that this is what I wanted, I’ve done it to myself, and it’ll be worth it in the end. Fuck, it’ll be worth it.
Pulling myself together, I step away from the cursed fence. The humid air breezes against my bare torso, cooling my sweat-slick skin a little. I approach a group of people huddled together and grab a beer straight from their case and keep walking toward the house. Their scoffs and groans bring a smile to my lips as I upend the bottle, wetting my dry throat. All that fucking panting Dev had me doing feels like I just got fucked.
I swing open the door, and the large room is significantly louder now that I got used to the open air. My ears buzz and ring, trying to adjust. I spot Devin immediately, his lips sealed around a foot-long bong, surrounded by people at the table. And what a fucking picture that is. If only his lips were wrapped around my dick right now. If only anything could ever be that easy for a masochist like me.
Julian’s chilled out on the couch, big thighs spread wide. His corded, tan arms hover over the table, lining up more blow. The lighting in this room makes me realize I’m drunker than I thought, so more cocaine will do me some good, but I’m also keyed up beyond reckoning. So, I approach, noting the way his eyes travel down to my hips as I walk. They sway slightly, and I know it’s tantalizing because Dev has told me so more than once.
When I reach him, I turn around and sit on his lap, my legs spread wide while his narrow to accommodate me. His hands fly up dramatically, like he’s not quite sure where he’s allowed to touch me. “Damn, Rome,” he says on a gasp.
I don’t give him much time to think before I lean over, bending nearly in half, and grab a straw. Julian groans from behind me. I can feel his eyes burning into my naked back, my leather covered ass bearing down on him.
Focusing on the task at hand is admittedly difficult, but I manage to plug one nostril and snort both lines in front of me. They hit me like a shockwave, tears instantly spring to my eyes, the burn spreading through my sinuses. I hum as every square inch of my skin electrifies. I grab my beer and lean back all the way, resting my head on the couch right above Julian’s shoulder. My back sticks to his front, our skin on fire. It’s pure euphoria.
“So indecent, Rome,” Julian chides smoothly. “Straddling me in a room full of people with your boyfriend watching.” He settles one hand on my upper thigh and uses the other one to grab my beer. He takes a sip from it before bringing it to my lips, tilting it up so I can drink from it, and fuck, do I love it—him servicing me like that.
“I’ve seen people literally fuck at your parties before,” I respond, somehow still breathless.
He downs the rest of my beer and sets it on the table. Now he has both hands on me, one on each thigh, digging right up into my groin. They’re big and strong, and they start rocking my hips against his denim-covered crotch. “Well, let’s up the ante then. Give ‘em a show.”
My back arches, and my hands fly back to wrap behind his neck.
“Fuck, you’re good. Too good,” he groans, his fingers digging in deeper. I distantly think it’ll be nice to see the map of bruises from this night and remember each step of the way.
