Limitless Love: A Polyamorous Charity Anthology

Chapter 5

Heading down the hallway Lorenzo had pointed out, Pauli furrowed his brows as he realised there was nothing down it but bedrooms. Not a living area or study in sight… and while it wasn’t that far-fetched to believe Samuel would’ve been put up in the family wing of the large sprawling house, there was no sign of his friend anywhere. Every open door led to an empty room that showed no sign of Samuel having ever stayed in them, which was odd considering he’d been here for at least two months.

Pauli was confused and angry.

Mostly angry.

And it wasn’t that he’d believed the lie his cousin had told him, that Samuel was in a meeting or sleeping or whatever excuse it was that Lorenzo had said, but when there was no sign of his best mate…

“Where the fuck is he?” Pauli hissed, spinning around to face Lorenzo with his hands fisted at his sides. “Where the fuck is he sleeping or doing whatever is keeping him busy?” And yeah, he wouldn’t hesitate to strike Lorenzo if needed because protecting Samuel was his job not anyone else’s.

Lorenzo slid past him, an eyebrow arched and a smirk on his lips while heading for the doors of the master suite, infuriating Pauli more. He couldn’t understand why his cousin was leading him to a bedroom when there was no reason for Samuel to be in there. Not for that at least…not as far as he understood his best mate. Pauli mightn’t have liked hearing about it, but it wasn’t as though their conversations on sexual escapades went one way.

“I asked you a fucking question, cugino,” he snarled. “And I think I deserve an—” His words faltered as noise drifted through the partially opened door. Sounds that were nothing like those Pauli would expect from a meeting…a business meeting.

“I heard you, Pauli… but as I said, Samuel is in a meeting, so you’ll need to be fucking quiet or I won’t hesitate to forcibly remove you from not just the room, but the house as well.” The smirk on Lorenzo’s face darkened as he ushered Pauli into the bedroom.

Pauli took a deep breath, clenched his hands tight and tried not to think of what might be happening on the other side of the door. Despite his experiences of walking in on family members while they fucked—whether he wanted to or not—Pauli had no interest in watching Andretti jerk one off… even less interested if there was another person with him. And it wouldn’t be Samuel… couldn’t be him.

His breath hitched when he walked further into the master bedroom and was confronted with a spectacle Pauli hadn’t wanted to see…yet he couldn’t miss it, the sight of Andretti’s cock sliding into Samuel’s hole, stretching it wide. Fuck… he shouldn’t be watching this… he should turn on his heels and march right back out of the room and bleach his eyeballs. Except Pauli couldn’t draw his gaze away from the sight… couldn’t ignore the way Andretti’s fingers dug into Samuel’s arse, spreading his cheeks wide… or the way Samuel threw his head back, ecstasy painting his face while soft, desperate moans slipped from his lips.

He needed to stop watching…

He needed… to haul Samuel away from their cousin and hold onto him damn tight.

He needed his cock to remember that it fucked women…

Except that it was Andretti’s place on the bed where Pauli wished to be.

Too caught up in the sight in front of him while also trying to ignore the hardness of his cock, Pauli hadn’t realised Lorenzo had moved from the doorway. He started at the press of Lorenzo’s body against his and the arms that slipped around his waist. But his body’s reactions to Lorenzo surprised and confused him even more. What he wanted… wasn’t this, a small voice in his head screamed, one that presented him with images of the busty women he’d fucked in the past, and yet they did little to dampen the ardour that watching Samuel had stirred in his blood.

“You want that, don’t you?” Lorenzo whispered, the heat of his breath curling around Pauli’s ear. “I should be more surprised than I am… but the question is, cugino, do you desire replacing Andretti in this equation…or Samuel?”

“N-n-neither,” he stuttered, denial pushing past his confusion and sending it back toward anger. This wasn’t him… this wasn’t what he wanted. “I don’t want to be either of them…don’t want to watch it either.” Except for all the denial taking over his brain, Pauli’s cock remained hard.

“I don’t believe you,” Lorenzo snarled while grabbing a hold of Pauli’s hard cock and squeezing it hard.

And if denial couldn’t soften his cock, then Lorenzo’s harsh treatment of it should. But it didn’t as a low moan that bordered on needy escaped from Pauli’s throat instead, earning him a dark chuckle from Lorenzo. Startled by his own response, he fought to free himself of Lorenzo’s hold and disappeared out of the room. Once outside, he paced the hallway while trying to fight the urges that refused to let go of his body despite his mind’s objection to their existence.

He fucked women, not men…

He liked cunt, not dick…

And he didn’t want anything near his…

Except maybe he did, the thought rolling through Pauli’s mind as he turned to stare at the bedroom door he’d just walked out of, only to come face to face with Lorenzo. He swept a predatory gaze over Pauli, one that had him shivering with desire and wanting to flee all at once. This wasn’t what he’d come here for… and why now? It wasn’t as though Pauli wasn’t surrounded by cousins, by brothers, who weren’t shy about talking about their exploits with their male partners… hell, he’d walked in on many of them and seen more than he’d ever wanted. Shouldn’t this desire have been awoken then, no matter awkward it might’ve been?

Lorenzo lunged, and before Pauli could gather his wits around him to avoid it, he had wrapped a hand around Pauli’s throat and shoved him against the wall. Fingers dug into the sides of his Adam’s apple, cutting off the air to his lungs, but instead of his erection wilting, it only got harder. Lorenzo snickered at the realisation before leaning in closer and brushing his lips across Pauli’s, dragging another desperate sound from his throat.

“Fuck, you’re so damn hard for this,” Lorenzo exclaimed while dragging his other hand over Pauli’s hard cock. “So, much more than Samuel is… he likes to be fucked, but I’m guessing that once you’ve got a cock in your arse, you’ll beg for it to never leave.”

“No, I won’t,” he spat, but his words held little heat… held little truth to them either.

“Keep telling yourself that, cugino.” Lorenzo grinned, fumbling to undo Pauli’s pants with one hand and free his hard cock. Pauli hated that he did nothing to stop him despite his own hands being free. Hated that his first thought was to help. “Because your body is saying otherwise, and I believe it over your words.”

Paulie gave a choked gasp when Lorenzo’s hand wrapped around his cock and slowly caressed it. Teetering on the edge of release, he fought hard to stave it off, not wanting to give Lorenzo the satisfaction. And maybe he could’ve convinced himself that truly was the case if it weren’t for the disappointed whine that slipped free of his lips when Lorenzo withdrew his hand.

“Stop denying that you want this,” Lorenzo hissed while dragging a finger slick with pre-cum over Pauli’s lips before licking it off slowly. Pauli groaned in response, his mouth falling open, and Lorenzo didn’t hesitate to take advantage of it, thrusting his tongue deep into Pauli’s mouth. The kiss, all teeth and saliva, had none of the finesse Pauli experienced when he was with a woman. No, this was so much more. It had a passion and rawness to it that had Pauli questioning why he’d never done this before.

Why had he and Samuel not done this?