Page 38 of Sinful Sharing

My eyes remain on him as Taylor starts riding me, clutching my ankles. Each slow, sensual bounce of his hips lights a spark of pleasure in my stomach. Every sexy sound that he makes shreds another piece of Roman’s self-control. Soon, his pelvis starts moving, thrusting. He seems about ready to crush the arms of the chair.

I drag my fingers down Taylor’s back, spreading his ass cheeks, watching my cock slide in and out of his body. My eyes shift back to Roman. “He’s so fucking tight,” I whisper. “So deep.”

“Jesus, fuck.” Roman shoots up from his seat. He storms toward the exit, then stops. His fingers curl into fists. For a moment, the only sounds are the crackling fire and Taylor’s soft, intermittent moans.

“Roman,” he murmurs, riding me. “I told you, I want it, too.”

Silence.

Roman turns around. An awareness dances in his eyes. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

I groan as Taylor takes me deeper inside him. His fingers dig into my skin. Agony seeps into Roman’s features, darkening his face. He looks absolutely wrecked, and I’d give anything to see him lose himself a little more.

“It’s just us,” I point out. “No one else will find out.”

Roman’s jaw clenches. I sense the battle going on in his head. Desire wrestling with duty. Need fighting against restraint. All it takes is a nudge in the right direction.

“One time,” I say.

The silence stretches. Taylor rocks faster, moaning louder. Roman’s hands uncurl. I expel a bated breath. Slowly, he closes the gap between us, every step looking like surrender.

22

Roman

I haul the sweater over my head while my heart tries to force its way out of my chest. My system is on fire. My balls are aching. Every ounce of blood from my brain has gone to my cock.

Which probably explains why I’m not thinking clearly, and why there is only one thought left in my head. With trembling fingers, I unlock my belt, envying the pleasure on Jude’s face. My only thought is to have Taylor moaning for me.

When I’m naked, Jude hands me a condom. Taylor watches as I slide it on, the lust on his face reminding me of our encounter in the kitchen. The same look that blurred the line between us.

Now, that line doesn’t exist.

I offer my hand. He takes it. He lets out a soft grunt as I pull him to stand. Tentatively, my fingers slowly stroke the side of his face, brushing across his lips and caressing his beautiful neck. It’s almost as if I expect him to evaporate at any second, but his body remains solid. It’s more beautiful without his clothes on. I keep exploring, running my fingers over his chest and gently twisting his nipples. A rush of pleasure fills me when he moans. I earn another one when I stroke down his stomach and fondle his rock-hard length. I’m so looking forward to watching him explode.

Behind him, Jude remains on the blanket, pleasuring himself and watching us with a satisfied gleam in his eyes. Somewhere deep down lies a dormant anger toward him, but wanting to experience Taylor feels more powerful. Taylor gasps with surprise as I lift him, but he recovers and wraps his legs around my waist. His erection pokes at my stomach. Mine grazes his ass. I press him against the wall, studying his face. A glow from the hearth settles in his eyes, turning them into pools of liquid sapphire. He closes them as I rub my swollen tip against his entrance. Reaching up, I grip his chin.

“Open your eyes,” I murmur.

Taylor’s eyelashes flutter. He stares down at me. Gripping his buttocks, I slide him down on my cock. He groans softly, biting his bottom lip, those brilliant blue orbs darkening. For a second, I forget to breathe. For another split second, my conscience resurrects.

I’m about to fuck my stepbrother’s son.

Taylor rocks himself, giving my body the friction it desperately needs. Smothering my conscience. My grip tightens on him. My hips start moving, thrusting. He pants, looping his arms around my neck. I fuck him slow and sweet, then deep and hard. Jude was right. He’s so damn tight. So good. Too good.

The kind of ‘good’ I already know will leave a mark on me.

A set of fingers drags up my sides. Jude’s erection presses into my ass cheek. He gently kisses along my shoulder, moving up to my neck. “I want his mouth,” he whispers in my ear.

The visual makes my cock thicken even more. Taylor’s eyes roll back. He makes a muffled sound of protest when I pull out of him, and I lay him facedown over the arm of the couch.

Getting behind him, I pull him to his knees. Jude positions himself in front of him and grips a handful of his hair. He tilts Taylor’s head backward, brushing his tip across his lips. “Open that pretty mouth for me, baby,” he whispers.

I spread Taylor’s ass. He wraps his lips around Jude. He moans as I lubricate his crack with my spit. I sink two fingers inside him, scissoring his tight little hole, and my cockhead soon glistens with precum when he starts rocking back and forth on them. The sight of Jude losing himself resurrects my envy. With one smooth thrust, I replace my fingers with my cock. Heaven. Holy shit, he feels even more amazing in this position. Deeper. Tighter. Goddamn. His muffled moans fill the room as I fuck him with long, deliberate strokes, matching the rhythm of Jude thrusting into his mouth.

And he takes it all like such a perfect little trooper, as if he was made for this. And for one fleeting moment, I imagine more instances like this. More nights of him riding and sucking our cocks and giving more pleasure than I’ve ever had.

But it’s just a fantasy. This can never happen again.