Page 56 of The Truth of Our Secrets

Jayce

Emmet eases back, but I want his tongue and the taste of his cum in Madyson’s mouth. I don’t care if it’s greedy. I’m a bastard, wanting it all.

His taste embeds itself in me. I’ll thirst for it for days, weeks, months. His tongue explores my mouth, and it’s not enough. It’s as if I’ve been starving and have my first bit of nourishment. I’m going to gorge myself until I’m sick.

My caveman brain relishing the taste of my two lovers together.

That brings me back to reality. The cognitive part of my brain switches on.

I’m reckless.

It’s unforgivable.

This is where I work. Anyone could hear us and I’m jeopardizing my reputation as well as exposing Madyson to bigotry.

“Don’t go,” Madyson begs, but I haven’t moved a muscle. She senses the change in my thoughts.

“I’m right here,” I assure her. “But we can’t stay like this forever. Your back must be killing you and you need to clean up.”

“I’ll do it.” Emmet straightens quickly, as if he’s ready to leap into action. I haven’t pulled out of her yet.

“Easy, killer,” I joke, but my head’s a mess.

“I don’t care if my back hurts or we’re in semi-public. I want both your cocks back in me,” she exclaims.

I’m halfway out and Emmet’s very large semi-erect cock hangs next to her cheek. She turns her head, licking him until he gets bigger.

I snort. Fucking twenty-year-olds and their zero refractory time. Bastard. I wish I had that capability back.

“We’ll be together again,” I say, and my stomach twists. I can’t think of Emmet as my lover. He’s a true wildcard. I might be irresponsible, but he’s possibly dangerous.

“Let’s all go back to the apartment.” Madyson releases Emmet’s cock.

He looks to me for guidance and I shut down. This has already gone too far. We can’t take him into our bed.

“Sorry, Firecracker. I have an early morning. I can’t let Alec and Cole down.” He strokes her cheeks as she scowls.

He doesn’t make her a promise he’s not sure he can keep. I respect him for that.

Even though the man appeals to my senses and my sex drive, I have to use my head. The head with the brain that only works occasionally when he’s around. My body protests letting him leave, but there’s no other choice.

When I move from Madyson’s body, she clenches her muscles. She loves to keep my cum in her as long as possible. I back out slowly so I don’t cause a gush.

A frustrated sound escapes from her.

“Can I see?” Emmet stares at her pussy, licking his lips.

The caveman roars, eager for him to see her filled with my seed.

The cool air hits my cock once I’m out, and Emmet follows the movement with his entire head as if he can’t look away. He licks his lips again and disappointment fills his eyes when I tuck back in. I refuse to acknowledge how that soothes something in me.

He sighs and turns his attention to my wife.

She’s still splayed wide open on the desk and watching him as if she’s waiting for his attention before she gets up. She sits up a few inches, resting on her elbows, and he kneels down between her legs.

He glances at me for permission, and I nod. I’m unclear what I’m agreeing to, but Madyson trusts him and she’ll signal if she’s concerned.

After I grab the tissues, my steps falter. Emmet kisses her inner thighs, eyes rolling back in his head. He tastes my cum, jacking himself. It’s so arousing, I lose my breath.

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