Page 49 of Fourplay & Fatalities

Asa snickered. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He stood once more. “Have fun, you two. No working today, Lois. And if you don’t eat the rest of the cake, don’t leave it on the side table or the housekeeper will yell at us…again.”

Zane heard the words but comprehended nothing. His higher thought processes had devolved into more, more, more, please, harder, faster.

“Oh, fuck, Lix. I’m so close. Please, I’m so close. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

“Fuck, Lois. You look so hot like this.”

Felix’s fingers curled inside of him, making him scream just as Asa bent down and stroked his cheek, muttering, “Fuck,” under his breath as he watched Zane fall apart.

Finally, Asa shook his head, like he was trying to clear it, then stroked a fond hand over Felix’s hair before heading to the door.

“Love you, boys.”

He didn’t wait for a response.

Felix was busy, and Zane wasn’t capable.

The sounds in the room were getting to Zane, making him feel like one raw nerve.

Heavy, panting breaths.

The wet sounds of Felix’s fingers fucking mercilessly in and out of Zane’s still messy hole. The obscene suction of Felix’s mouth working his cock. Every sound was amplified until Zane could practically feel them against his skin.

Just when he didn’t think he could handle one more thing, Felix took the pads of his fingers and ground them against Zane’s prostate.

That was it. Light exploded behind his eyes, and his release locked up his body, his thighs clamping Felix’s shoulders in a vise grip as he cried out, coming so hard his vision went fuzzy.

Felix sucked him through his orgasm, working him until Zane shivered and gently pushed against him.

Felix immediately relented. His fingers eased from Zane’s body, leaving a dull ache in their wake that Zane would feel all day.

He sucked in heavy gasps of air, a smile on his face as his body melted into the mattress. Perfect.

Then he remembered Felix still hadn’t gotten off. “Lix, come here. Your turn. I want to make you come.”

“No, this is about you,” Felix said.

“Then just sit on my chest and jerk off. I want to watch you. You look so pretty when you touch yourself. Come in my mouth, please? Please? You know I love watching you. You’re so pretty. I love the way you taste. Please, Lix?”

Felix blinked at him, then gave him a grin.

“Asa’s right. You are a menace,” Felix said, but he was already sliding up to do as Zane asked.

Zane watched, his lids heavy as Felix moved to straddle his chest, the silk robe trailing deliciously against Zane’s overheated skin, falling open around Felix’s thighs where they rested.

He braced one hand on the wall and came up on his knees, looking down at Zane as he took his pretty cock in hand.

There was no finesse to his movements.

It was clear he was far more concerned with getting off than how he looked doing it.

But he looked beautiful. Perfect. All that golden skin peeking from beneath his robe, his wide brown eyes all pupil, lashes casting shadows on his high cheekbones, the veins on his arms standing out as he worked himself with intent, his full bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

“Oh, fuck. You look so pretty, Lix. You’re so fucking perfect. I wanna watch you come. I wanna taste it. Please? Please?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Felix said, the last word catching on a moan.

Zane’s lips parted on instinct. He knew Felix’s tells almost as well as Asa’s.