Page 146 of Mafie Queen

“Do you want to try something new?” I ask when he continues to stare.

He inclines his head, then looks to Damien.

“May I?” His voice is rough as if he’s at war with his mind.

Alexi’s hand gestures to me, and my brows shoot to my hairline. Evie grins and climbs off of my lap. Damien pulls her into his as he agrees.

“You want a taste of my good boy?”

“Watching the two of you together has me curious.” He makes no move to come closer to me, still hesitant. I understand too. It was just over a year ago I embraced this side of myself. While I don’t think Alexi is bisexual, I think any man can enjoy a good prostate massage or some hot as fuck frotting.

“You can experiment with me, Lex. This is a safe space. Just because you want to try something new doesn’t mean your sexuality has to change.”

“Only do what you’re comfortable with,” Evie says from Damien’s lap. “At the end of the day we are all a family. Nothing has to change because you want to try something new.”

“Are you sure this changes nothing for you, Princess?” I can feel the worry and tension in the air radiating off of him in waves.

“This changes nothing, Daddy. I am yours just like I am theirs. I don’t love you less when I fuck them, just like I know you won’t love me lessifyou do the same.”

I push myself onto my knees in front of him, reaching a hand out slowly towards his crotch. My eyes are on him the whole time as I seek silent permission. If this is not done correctly with Lex, he will never feel comfortable with experimenting again.

He nods once, audibly swallowing, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement.

“What are you curious about?” His suit jacket is off, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattoos and muscular arms. I let my fingers trail slowly from his thickening erection to the lion tattoo on his arm.

“All of it. But we must take this slow. I do not know yet what I am comfortable with and what I am not.”

My gaze stays on his as I reach for his belt and wait. He nudges my hand to keep going, so I do.

“Do you want my mouth or do you want me to start with my hand?” I ask as I open his pants, freeing his swelling cock.

“Your hand.”

I use my fingers to push down his pants. He freezes at first, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, so I wait. Once his posture relaxes, I continue stripping him.

I pull them all the way down as he watches me. Alexi begins unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his tight abs and broad shoulders. Damien has always been the man for me, but there is no ignoring how god-like both of these men are. Alexi is a work of art I want to cement on canvas. His body is something to be appreciated. Any man would be lucky to have either of their attention, much less both.

Damien and I have admired his physique together before. Of course, we’ve never told him that. But I think the two of us were silently hoping for this day to come.

Who says friend sex can’t be a thing?

Alexi takes his clothes and carefully folds each piece. Evie stands to take them and place them on the side table. Her silent acceptance seems to give him the courage he needs to continue.

When he steps back in front of me, his cock bobbing inches from my mouth, I have to hold back a groan as saliva pools in mymouth. A thick vein pulses along the side and I let my delicate touch trace it before wrapping him fully in my hand.

I stroke from the head all the way to the base slowly, then move back up quickly. My thumb brushes under the head of his smooth cock. He shudders in my hold, and I squeeze.

It’s different from the way I touch Damien. I know what he likes, but with Alexi, I want to explore. I want his first time with a guy to be as incredible as Damien made mine.

So, I twist my hand, changing small movements based off of his reaction. His hand pushes into my hair and pulls my face closer.

“Show me what makes Damien curse when he is deep in your throat.”

Evie moans, and I see Damien push two fingers into her. I turn to them as Damien smirks.

“Show him, babe. Make Daddy Lex see why I love your mouth as much as I love your ass.”

“Make his knees go weak, Ghost.”

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