Page 65 of Manhattan Tormentor

I have to face my father tomorrow, and for that I need to be somewhat stoned.

Sage has a different playbook. All violent thoughts of my father ping out of my head when he fishes out his own cock, lines it up with mine and starts jacking us off.

Fireworks race down my spine and when I grab him around the back of his neck, he swallows my groan.

“Ah, fuck, Sage.” I tremble. Never did I think I’d enjoy the feel of my cock rubbing on another guy’s meat. He drives me insane and I need to get rid of——

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The thump on my door startles us both.

“Open up, asshole, diamond pussy is waiting!” Shouts Bates.

I don’t know why Sage keeps surprising me. I thought he’d panic, but he presses his mouth on mine and rolls his full fist down our shafts. I’m so turned on, it’s a wonder I’m still breathing.

The hammering on the door and my friend shouting for me to open up doesn’t put Fierro off for a second. He dives into my mouth and tempts my tongue to play.

I’m only half listening to Bates now, he tries the doorknob, thank god I had the sight to lock it after Sage turned up hours ago.

Pleasure rushes through me. I shake as he jerks us both off.

I’m at his mercy and he knows it.

“Come on, man. You in there? We’re already late. Sofia’s been asking about you.”

Sage’s teeth sink into my lip, and I grunt,damn vampire. Grabbing his hair, I control the kiss as he drives me out of my mind. I roll my hips and the pleasure hits another level. My back to the wall, widening my stance, Sage is doing some magic hard enough to have my eyes flickering closed. I enjoy his breath panting on my lips.

“Remember to tell Sofia how goodthisfeels, Maverick.” He rasps, going harder and faster. We’re both leaking, I can’t tell if it’s his pre-come or mine that makes for a slick ride.

“Fuck you,” I hiss and he groans, coming a second before I do. The only reason Bates doesn’t hear me shooting off is I sink my teeth into Fierro’s shoulder.

Bates yells with another thump on the door. “Fine, ignore your best friend, you better be in there pounding some fine piece of honey. Meet me at Brooks’ later.”

I hear his retreating feet, but all I see is Sage with his climax glazed eyes.

“Like I said, fun.” He gloats. “I need to clean up if you can stand for me to be around for a few minutes more, your fucking highness.” My feet root to the floor when he takes off for the shower. It’s then I see my belly decorated in someone’s come. For fuck’s sake.

I prowl after him.

Am I rattled that I was nearly caught experimenting with a man?

It’s no experiment. I enjoy every second with him.

Watching Sage under my showerhead, letting his blond hair get soaked, he’s a constant reminder of how much he gets me out of my comfort zone. I’m always pissed at him, but it doesn’t stop me wanting him either.

I hate that even though I just came, my body stirs again.

The only time I’m never not pissed at him is when I’m fucking him. So, that’s what I do, grabbing a condom from the bathroom drawer. I bang the nerd out of Sage, his hands holding onto the shower railing, mine around his length. I rail him to get some control back after that diabolical stunt. But it’s veiled control because Sage is the one to direct me with his raspy commands and hungry pleas. I give him everything he needs because I can’t help myself.

He comes, trembling my name, and I come right after him.

After I stagger from the shower minutes later, it’s a tossup who’s won this round of power play.

I’m dressed when he emerges. Wet, he looks un-fucking-real.

As though he can sense in which filthy direction my mind is taking me, he looks up with fevered eyes.

All my emotions are close to the surface, ready to fucking spew.

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