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“I want you on your knees with my cock in your mouth,” Da Han said.
“I must decline, sir.”
Something inside Da Han snapped at the blatant refusal. He was a man who didn't hear the wordno. Especially not when he was expecting to get his way. His temper spiked along with arousal. His expression turned cold as he grabbed Jun De's chin and slammed him against the wall. He leaned closer. “Who the fuck do you think you are to decline my orders?” he snarled at the man.
Mèng Yáo climbed off the bed and approached the two men, sliding up next to her husband. She reached down, grabbing Jun De's erection, which had softened just a bit due to the rough treatment. “You're still hard. Mmmmmm,” She licked her lips. “And impressive.” She groped his cock more, her fingers feeling the length and girth of his flesh beneath the fabric of his pants. “You're big enough to please me and my husband.” She smiled and looked at her husband. “Think he knows what to do with all of that, baby?”
Da Han's grip on Jun De's chin tightened. “I doubt it.” He released Jun De's face with a little shove. “If you don't suck me off right now, when we get back to Chicago, I want you to pack your shit and go back home. I refuse to be denied.”
“And really, you can do both. Protect us and fuck us. Our last bodyguard did and my husband owes his life to him,” Mèng Yáo said.
“Is that so? And how much did he mean to you?” Jun De asked, his eyes switching from husband to wife, then back to husband.
Da Han reached up, grabbing a handful of Jun De's black hair, not hard, but possessively. He leaned forward and locked his lips with the man who grunted in surprise. As he kissed Jun De, Mèng Yáo began to remove the man's cock from his pants, which was now fully engorged. She lowered herself to her knees and slipped his cock between her lips, sucking him as her husband's lips worked their magic on his.
Da Han’s kisses became more possessive as he slipped his tongue inside, staking his claim. He swallowed the moan of pleasure that escaped Jun De as he was being seduced by both of them. Da Han's fingers began to undo Jun De's shirt, and he started to slip the shirt and jacket off the man's shoulders, but before he could, Jun De broke away, scrambling from the duo, his cock popping free from Mèng Yáo's skillful mouth.
“I can't,” he gasped.
Da Han walked over to him. “You can and you will.” With that, he grabbed the man by the back of his neck, then threw him onto the bed before mounting him. “You want this... why are you lying to yourself?”
“It's not right,” Jun De protested.
Da Han snorted. “Who's to say what's right or wrong in this situation?” He leaned down, kissing Jun De's chin, jawline, thenneck. Slowly, he planted his claiming kisses on the other man's chest and stomach.
Jun De's chest heaved, his temperature rising to a fever pitch as Da Han moved lower, toward his drooling cock. A light sheen of sweat glistened his skin and his cock ached to be in one of their holes. It was too much and his senses were going into overload. He had to regain control of himself. Da Han's lips were driving him insane with sensation. It was true, he did find both of them sexy, but could he be like their last bodyguard?
“Did you love him?” Jun De asked them.
Da Han paused right before taking Jun De's cock into his mouth. He sat up and looked down at the man whose face was flush with desire. “Are you trying to kill the mood?”
Jun De shook his head as he looked at him. Mèng Yáo climbed back onto the bed, this time, she was only in her red lace bra and panties. Da Han began to unbutton his own shirt, then slipped his off his shoulders revealing a slim body coiled with toned muscles and chiseled abs. Mèng Yáo took Jun De's right hand and placed it on Da Han's chest. She then guided the man's hand down her husband's torso, letting him feel all that sexiness she adored.
“Isn't he glorious?” she whispered into Jun De's ear.
“Yes,” Jun De said softly, almost absently as if he were in a trance as he stared at Da Han.
“Take him... You want him,” Mèng Yáo told Jun De.
Jun De licked his lips as he fingered Da Han's nipple, making the man gasp in pleasure. “Did you love him?” he asked the couple once more.
Da Han huffed, then slapped his hand away from him before climbing out of the bed. He shoved his cock back into his pants, zipping them up in his agitation. Mèng Yáo scoffed in her own disappointment as she climbed off the bed. She walked over to her clothes and began to dress.
Jun De sat up and watched the couple. “Why does my question upset you, sir?”
Da Han scoffed. “Hardly the time to bring it up, don't you think?”
Jun De shook his head and scooted to the edge of the bed so he was looking directly up at Da Han. “I think we've proven that I find you both attractive.” He gestured to his slowly wilting erection. “My body can't lie.”
“Your mouth can,” Da Han retorted.
“I won't anymore, sir. Still, why not answer my question?”
Da Han stood at the foot of the bed, buttoning his shirt. “I will have you. But I can see that you're not ready yet. You want to know if we loved him? Yes, we did. As a friend. I was not in love with him if that's the answer you're looking for. I'm not looking for that with you either. Sex is just sex between consenting adults.”
“You want me to be consenting?” Jun De asked as he began to button his shirt back up. His gaze never left Da Han.
“I'm many things, Mr. Valentino, but a rapist isn't one of them. Don't ever insult me like that again,” Da Han warned.
