Page 106 of For Your Heart
Wasting no time, I push two of my fingers into him. Given the way my brother likes to brutalize him, I have no doubt he won’t be satisfied with one.
I’m rewarded when his hips jerk and he moans loudly. Declan shivers as he pushes Zarek closer to Sage, pressing his leg to mine, and then reaching up to finger fuck my man as I am his. That’s how we bring our guys to orgasm. Listening to them kiss and moan, feeling how hard they are and loving the way we’re making them feel. Choking on their fat heads and swallowing until they spurt down our throats.
I suck Sage down, swallowing all but the last bit, leaving some of it dribbling down his dick. These moments are when I’m appreciative that me and Declan don’t have to speak to communicate or there’d be cum everywhere.
His hand mirrors mine when I reach to swipe the come that’s leaking from Zarek’s cock with my fingers as Declan does the same to Sage’s. We bring our fingers back to our mouths and suck our twin’s lover’s release from them while staring into each other’s eyes, listening to how much they enjoy seeing it. Zarek is still rocking on my fingers when I look at his face, and Sage is doing the same to Declan’s as he faces him, too.
It’s now, now that our men have been satisfied while we’re still touching them that we let our own orgasms go. Filling our underwear as we lick at our guys’ cocks again to make sure we get every last drop.
I shudder and sit up. We blink at each other, the hot pleasure still cooling as it slowly zings through me.
We remove our fingers from the shared partners’ holes.
“It’s so hot,” Sage groans. I chuckle and kiss him deeply, letting him taste himself and Zarek on me. There’s a knock then and I get to my feet, handing Sage his own jock. I help him into it, picking up his feet and sliding them through the holes before pulling him up and bringing the jock with me.
I arrange his half hard cock just so and then smile at him. He’s swaying a little. Kind of all swoony with his eyes half closed and a dopey smile on his lips.
My jock is filled with cum, nearly transparent because it’s soaked. Making sure anyone who looks will see exactly what I’m packing. Since I’m not quite soft yet, it’s a bit of a peek.
“You can’t think I’m going to wear that,” Zarek says, and I pause to see the skimpy thong Dec’s holding up for Zarek. There’s a trunk pocket in the front, letting me know it’s indeed made for a man, but you’d not know that otherwise.
“If you don’t, the delivery guy is going to see your junk,” Declan says, shrugging.
Another knock, louder this time, and I move to the door. Zarek scrambles up, his cheeks fire engine red, and he quickly slips it on. I get just enough of a glimpse to see that really, he shouldn’t have bothered. Not only is he far too big for it, but it’s lace. Like, completely transparent. He’s frowning severely at Declan, who just beams at him.
I throw open the door and the man stares with wide eyes. Eyes that dart over me on their own before he practically thrusts the paper bag into my arms and runs back down the hall.
“Thanks,” I call after him and shut the door. Turning to the others, I frown. “Guess I’m not as hot as I think I am.”
“You definitely are,” Sage says, nodding emphatically.
I chuckle and bring the food to the table.
“I’m not eating in this,” Zarek says, making a face. “The only thing I like between my ass cheeks is your cock.”
“His tongue?” Sage asks.
Zarek shrugs. “Yep, that too. And your fingers.Nota piece of itchy string.”
“You’re so hot in it,” Declan says, pulling him to his chest. “Please?”
I smirk. They’re not quite back to where they were yet. Not to the level of comfort that they shared before the club with Simon. I can almost physically feel the way Zarek pulls away at times. As if he’s reminding himself that he can’t fall for this man who has baggage in the shape of another man.
But I don’t feel like he knows he does so sometimes. Like hewantsto let himself go, but there’s muscle memory there reminding him unconsciously that this man loves someone else and that he’s going to remember what it feels like to experience that again.
“If you want me to wear this, you wear one too,” Zarek says, scowling.
Declan grins. He kisses Zarek breathless before dropping his mouth to suck on the barbell going through his right nipple. Zarek grunts, tangling his fingers in Declan’s hair and pushing him away. “Go change into a lace thong.”
My brother grins and heads to our room. I can only imagine what he’s going to come out wearing. We have the whole gambit for underwear. It’s the one drawer Simon never got into. He is strictly a boxer brief guy. No amount of bribing or begging would get him into a jock for us.
What Declan comes out in, he’s basically spilling out of. A black strap circles his waist and down through his crack. The little cup? Emphasis on little. The fabric crosses over from under his balls (which basically hang out) and does nothing to hide his dick, which the head is peeking out through the little hole where the two pieces cross, intentionally leaving it open.
Zarek stares. Sage stares, eyes wide.
“Better?” Declan asks.
Zarek doesn’t answer as he cups his cock. “You’d never know I just got off,” he mutters and turns his back on Declan.
