Limitless Love: A Polyamorous Charity Anthology

Chapter 8

This… this wasn’t the Pauli, Samuel knew.

This was the fantasy version…

The man who visited Samuel in his dreams…

Whose features were always superimposed on the men he fucked…or fucked him.

And fantasies weren’t real…

Except maybe now they were.

And he… Samuel didn’t know what to do with that. Not emotionally at least because Samuel honestly had a laundry list of wants when it came to Pauli. He wasn’t sure whether to be pissed off at Lorenzo for touching Pauli first, or to be angry at his friend for being so damn oblivious. Because fuck, Pauli was supposed to be straight and with the women who passed through his friend’s bed, how could Samuel have thought any differently about him? Yet Lorenzo had seen it…sensed it… forced Pauli to his knees and made him suck Lorenzo’s cock.

But Samuel was thankful too, knowing that he wouldn’t have had the strength to force Pauli beyond his limits and discover his dormant truth. Hard now for his friend to hide how much he wanted a cock in his mouth, and Samuel was only too happy to oblige. Although he wasn’t simply going to give it to Pauli either. His friend would need to voice his desires…to beg for Samuel’s cock.

Stepping back, Samuel refused to relinquish his hold on Pauli, forcing him to follow with or suffer premature baldness. “You want it, don’t you?” he said, twisting Pauli’s hair tighter and grinning at the pained shudder that rippled through his friend as Pauli dropped to his knees. “Want my cock in your mouth.”

“No…I?—”

Samuel snorted. “Are you really going to fucking deny it when your cock is straining to break free of your pants?”

“What’s there to deny if it isn’t what I want?” Pauli hissed, his words at odds with his body’s reactions.

“But it is what you want!”

“No!”

He stared at his friend and tried to figure out what it would take to get Pauli to admit the truth. The real truth that is, not the one coated heavily in denial. Samuel wondered too if it was even worth the effort… if he had the strength to do what Lorenzo had done last night.

Sighing, Samuel shook his head slowly and stepped away from Pauli while relinquishing the tight hold he had on Pauli’s hair. It hurt him to do so. Hurt not to have his hands on the man Samuel had wanted since he’d known what attraction was. “Fine… fine. If you’re going to deny that you want to suck cock…that you want to suck my cock… Then I don’t understand why you are here, Pauli. You know, it’s probably in your best interest to leave.”

“I’m not leaving without you, Samuel,” Pauli snarled.

“And I’m not fucking leaving!” he yelled back, storming across the room to grip Pauli’s face tight. There’d be bruises beneath his friend’s eyes come morning that matched the shape of Samuel’s thumbs, and he couldn’t find it within himself to feel sorry about it.

“It’s a good thing too,” Lorenzo said, startling Samuel. “That you’re not leaving, that is. Because otherwise, Andretti and I would have to track you down and drag you back, Samuel. And it’s not like we can afford time away from our new venture.”

“No one… not even my brother… could drag me from yours and Andretti’s bed.”

“Good…good, I’m glad to hear it because I don’t want to oppose your brother on anything—” Lorenzo started to say.

“Not that we want to,” Andretti interjected, throwing Lorenzo a mock glare as he corrected him before sidling up behind Samuel. “A divided family will only benefit our enemies.” Wrapping his arms around Samuel’s waist, Andretti pressed kisses down Samuel’s neck and nibbled at the exposed flesh of his collarbone. “And we’ll be generating even more of them now that we’re spreading the family’s influence across state borders.”

Samuel hummed in agreement, wanting nothing more than to sink back into Andretti’s familiar embrace while his clothes slowly disappeared. That wasn’t to be. His clothes staying disappointingly on while Pauli glared up at him from where he knelt on the floor. A gaze that was filled with jealousy, anger, longing, and defiance…emotions that only burned hotter as Andretti slid a hand a lower and grazed his knuckles over Samuel’s hard cock.

“And you and Lorenzo were right. Pauli does want a cock in his mouth,” Andretti whispered. “He’s not even hiding it anymore that he wants me to free your cock, Samuel, and feed it to him.”

Lorenzo snorted, his footsteps growing louder as he approached. “Of course, we’re right. You should’ve seen Pauli last night… it wasn’t just a hard cock in his mouth that he wanted, but to be filled with cum.”

“His arse is mine,” Samuel snarled. No one was going to steal the right to be the first to fuck Pauli away from him. “You can have it after.”

Lorenzo chuckled. “Deal. Not that we won’t be having yours too, Samuel.”

He groaned at the thought of fucking Pauli while Andretti or Lorenzo fucked him. Samuel wasn’t sure who he preferred, or if it even mattered. Liked it even more when his brain conjured up an image of two cocks splitting him wide… of two cocks filling Pauli’s hole while a third kept his mouth occupied. But first…

“He hasn’t agreed to stay yet.”

This time it was Andretti’s turn to chuckle. “Except, so long as you’re still here… Pauli won’t be going anywhere. The bigger question is whether he’ll join us in bed or not.”

* * *

Pauli swallowed hard,watching as Lorenzo first kissed Andretti, then Samuel. They weren’t simple pecks on the cheek or even the lips, but something deeper that dragged out moans from both men. Kisses that heated Pauli’s blood and almost pulled a disappointed whine from him when Lorenzo didn’t share a kiss with him.

Not that he wanted one.

Not that he should want one.

He wanted a cock. Any cock. Pauli wasn’t that fussy it turned out. He wasn’t about to admit it, no matter how right his cousins were. Assumptions that wouldn’t have been made if Lorenzo hadn’t forced him to experience it… hadn’t pushed Pauli past the self-imposed limits he hadn’t even known existed. Pauli hadn’t taken that much convincing either to suck Lorenzo’s cock, not when he could’ve easily thrown the man off and left the vineyard.

And leave he could. If Pauli wanted.

There was nothing stopping him even now from clambering off the floor where he still knelt and disappearing out the front door. Sure, disappointment would’ve followed him, nipped at his heels as Pauli strode toward his car, but no one would’ve prevented him from heading back to Melbourne. His life still waited for him in the city of millions. Party fuelled nights, a bed warmed by whatever woman he’d chosen to take home, and his family… well, almost all his family.

Samuel was family too. More than. And Samuel wasn’t in Melbourne. To Pauli, returning to the city without his best friend wasn’t an option. Staying here wasn’t really one either. Hell, Pauli didn’t know if he’d survive living in a city barely big enough to be considered one. Even less so, when remaining near Samuel meant living in a place where your nearest neighbour was several paddocks away.

And he really wanted a cock in his mouth.

His breath hitched as Pauli watched Andretti slide a hand up Samuel’s chest, catching the edge of his t-shirt and dragging the fabric with it. Pauli bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood at the sight of his friend’s skin and trapping the moan it elicited in his throat. Exposed nipples, that if they belonged to a woman, Pauli wouldn’t have hesitated to suck on them… Except they didn’t belong to a woman, and the only reason for his hesitation wasn’t because they were Samuel’s nipples, but the tight grip Lorenzo had on his hair. So focused on the sight before him, Pauli hadn’t even noticed when Lorenzo had grabbed him.

Pauli wanted to mark his friend…to be marked by them.

He wanted to trace the tattoos engraved into Samuel’s back with his fingers…his tongue, and finally learn what secret was hidden within those lines.

Pauli startled at the thought. The intensity of the desire that came with it far more than he’d expected…than he’d ever thought possible to feel toward a man. Except it wasn’t only one man who Pauli now felt this need for…and yeah, it frightened him. His whole world began to shift on its axis, sliding sideways with a rapidness that didn’t seem feasible. Their being cousins shouldn’t have made love at first sight possible…

And who the fuck said anything about love?

He didn’t… couldn’t love them.

Not yet.

And shouldn’t that have been prefaced with a “Not fucking ever!”

He needed to leave here with Samuel before something else that fucked with his brain happened. Samuel might not want to leave, but the man belonged with Pauli, and he’d fucking argue that point with Lorenzo and Andretti until they realised it. His and Samuel’s home was back in Melbourne, not here. Anger flared possessively in his veins at the thought of his older cousins trying to prevent Samuel from leaving with Pauli. A possessiveness that should’ve scared him except it felt so damn right.

Was this how Albie and Gio had felt about each other?

And why was Pauli comparing himself and Samuel to his dead brother, Gio, and his husband Albie, when they couldn’t be more different? Albie and Gio had been lovers, husbands, friends, while Pauli and Samuel were only friends…

A friend whose cock Pauli really, really wanted to suck.

Fuck.