Break A Leg (PolyAm Fam #2)

Chapter 1

aris

If you would have told me I’d start my thirties by moving in with my boyfriend and a few friends to form one big happy polycule, I’d have said you were crazy.

But here I was, looking around the dinner table at my new family: Noah, Cynda, Jason, Darth, and our new rescue kitty, Sushi. Noah was the man I loved, but right now Cynda was my favorite human. She was the best cook in the universe, and this meatloaf was out of this world.

“How was work today?” Jason asked as he passed the mashed potatoes to Noah.

“Oh, nothing exciting. Just seeing patients. Tomorrow morning I’m in surgery though—deviated septum,” my handsome boyfriend explained. Noah was an ear-nose-throat specialist who tolerated seeing patients but was most passionate about surgery.

“What about you, Aris?” Jason liked to take on a fatherly role in our found family, and his girlfriend Cynda, who was older than him by about ten years, was definitely our matriarch. Darth made up the other third of their triad and—well, he didn’t talk much, but he had a dry sense of humor and a sharp wit. A bit of an acquired taste, but I was getting used to him.

“Oh, you know, pretty much the same as Noah’s, only I love seeing patients, and I’m glad I don’t work in surgery.” I turned to my love and gave him a smirk.

Noah smiled, but it seemed forced. He was being awfully quiet this evening, even for him. I wondered if something happened at work to upset him. He only took a few more bites before he scooted his chair back from the table.

“What’s wrong?” I turned concerned eyes on him.

“Nothing, just not very hungry this evening, and I need to get to bed early. Tomorrow’s surgery is at the crack of dawn,” he explained as he stood up. “Dinner was magnificent, Cynda. Thank you so much.”

He gave a little bow of gratitude, patted me on the shoulder, then padded down the hallway to the room we shared across the hall from Cynda and Jason’s. Darth stayed in the room down the hall because he enjoyed having his own space. There were four bedrooms total, and we used the spare one as an office of sorts.

The other occupant of our quaint homestead was the cat Jason just brought home from a local rescue organization earlier this week. Sushi was very shy and had spent most of her time so far hiding behind and underneath various pieces of furniture. Maybe I’d try to coax her out later with a toy and a treat. Jason and Darth had practically bought out the pet store making sure she had everything she needed.

“Is Noah okay?” Cynda dabbed at her mouth with a napkin. “He seems a little…off tonight.”

“I thought the same thing. Glad you said something.” I smiled back at our resident “mom.” As an empath, she was adept at picking up on people’s emotions. I didn’t know if I qualified as an empath, but I was very in tune with Noah, even though we hadn’t been dating that long.

“Maybe you should go check on him?” Jason suggested as he began to clear the plates. It was his and Darth’s turn to do the dishes tonight. Cynda cooked, and we all took turns cleaning up afterward. It was only fair.

“Yeah, I will, as soon as I demolish these potatoes.” I winked at Cynda and stuffed my mouth full of several consecutive bites, followed by the rest of my green beans and a few meatloaf crumbs. “Mmmm, good stuff.” I glanced around the table. “Wish me luck.”

“You act like Noah is an unreasonable person,” Darth commented, his first foray into the conversation.

“That’s the problem.” I shook my head. “He’s too reasonable!”

“You’re Captain Kirk to his Spock.” Darth leaned back, satisfied with his geeky assessment.

“Wouldn’t he be Bones?” I questioned. “He’s a doctor, after all.”

Everyone chuckled as I pushed my chair back in and headed down the hallway toward our room. We shared it, but I knocked anyway, so I didn’t burst in and interrupt anything.

Not sure what I thought I might interrupt, but?—

“You don’t have to knock, you know.” Noah’s eyes trailed up and down my figure.

He was sprawled on the king-sized bed, his dark skin contrasting with the white comforter. Propped up by several pillows, he hunched over a tablet, his broad shoulders looking tense.

“Are you okay?” I’d asked him in front of the polycule, but I might get a different answer now that we were alone. I hoped he didn’t regret moving in with Jason and Cynda. Not only was it saving us a ton of money, but we’d both had somewhat homophobic roommates we wanted to escape, which was a whole other story.

“Yeah, I will be.” He laid the tablet face down on the bed and patted the space next to him. Then he spread his arms out, inviting me to cuddle up with him.

Cuddling with Noah was one of my favorite pastimes. Being in his arms felt safe. He had a quiet, sane security about him that set me at ease. Always steady. A rock.

How could I not fall in love with someone like that?

I climbed onto the bed and rested my head on his massive biceps, then wrapped an arm across his chest as I snuggled close to him, breathing in his fresh, clean, citrusy scent. He lowered his chin and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

“You know I love you, right?” I looked up to meet his dark eyes, and the corners of his lips turned up at my declaration.

“I love you too, Aris. Don’t mind me…just been a long day. Okay?”

I nodded. “I understand. I just want to make sure there’s nothing we need to talk about. Communication is the foundation of a healthy relationship, you know.”

“Is Cynda sending you poly articles again?” Noah teased me.

“Nah, I’m following a lot of poly folks on Instagram and TikTok,” I admitted. “This is all new to me, you know.”

“It’s new to both of us, and you’re right. Communication is paramount. If there was something I thought we needed to discuss, I wouldn’t hesitate to bring it up. I’m just tired tonight, and it has nothing to do with you.”

“Okay, then, how about a nice massage, and then you can get some rest?” I stroked my fingers down his chest. His gray V-neck shirt was soft and cozy, but I really needed it off him.

“Well, how can I pass that up?” A smirk flashed across Noah’s face as he grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head, almost like he read my mind.

He turned over onto his stomach, his bare back and the very top of his ass crack on display. I needed to see more, so I pulled his soft jersey lounge pants down until they were right under his cheeks. The firm globes of his ass were just too tempting, and I sank my fingers into his flesh, rubbing.

He moaned softly, and then, “Wait, I thought you were going to rub my back? That’s not my back.”

I chuckled. “I said ‘massage.’ I did not specify which body part I’d be massaging…”

“Fair enough,” he murmured, the sound muffled by his pillow.

I worked my way up his taut muscles, kneading and digging deep, trying to release the tension I felt knotted up under my fingers. Noah was a Type A person—there was no doubt about it. And he often let stress build up in his body. Sometimes he took that out on me—he loved rough sex. Maybe he needed that tonight and just didn’t know it. I would be happy to coax that release out of him if that was what he needed. In fact, that sounded like a win-win to me.

I straddled his ass, firmly massaging his trapezius muscles where his neck and shoulders met. The tension was dissipating as his muscles began to melt and loosen under my touch. The sexy groan that left his lips went straight to my cock, and I leaned slightly forward to press my groin to his ass.

“Mmm…you getting a little distracted there?” He lifted his head to look over his shoulder at me.

“Maybe a little…”

“Your hands are like magic, mmm…” He rolled over onto his back, his dark eyes shining with desire as they met mine.

Sure enough, the front of his lounge pants was tented. My guy was magnificently endowed, a beautiful uncut cock, a shade darker than his mahogany skin. I worked the pants over his manhood, dragging them down his thighs.

He cocked his head, a smirk lifting one corner of his mouth. “Well, you succeeded in getting me naked…”

“You act like that was my plan all along!” I bit my bottom lip.

He scoffed. “Wasn’t it?”

“Well, I just know you work so hard taking care of me and all your patients, sometimes you forget to take care of yourself. That’s all.”

“So, this is a purely selfless act…?” His brows quirked as he studied my face.

“I mean, maybe not ‘purely,’ because I feel pretty damn good when you feel good, but your tight muscles are telling me you need to get off.”

“Is that so?” A sharp, staccato chuckle shot out of his mouth. “I thought I was the doctor here.”

“Well, I may not be a doctor, but I am a nurse. I have a pretty good handle on anatomy and physiology.” With that, I gripped his cock firmly in my fist, making him gasp. I squeezed as I stroked from base to tip, bringing a dewy drop of pre-cum to the slit on his crown. “Hmm, just as I suspected…”

“What?”

“You need a release.” I used my other hand to cup his balls, gently massaging them. “Mmm, yes, these balls need to be drained.”

“You think so?”

“That’s my official diagnosis and cure right there, all rolled into one.” I winked as I settled between his legs, my light hazel eyes landing on his dark brown. As if I needed to further corroborate my claim, my tongue darted out, sliding up his shaft and circling under the glans until his back arched. “I rest my case.”

“That sounds like law instead of medicine…” His words came out needy and raspy.

I shut him up when I wrapped my lips around his cock and took him deep into my mouth. Sure enough, no more words slipped out. Instead, his head fell back against the pillow, his eyes closed, and his breaths turned into shallow puffs as I began to work my mouth and hands up and down his shaft with a slight twisting flair I knew drove him absolutely wild.

No longer able to speak actual words, Noah’s throat produced an array of lusty, gravelly, animalistic groans and moans, all of which made my cock ache. But I kept at it, desperate to taste his cum, swallow down his load and feel him relax in my arms. When his hips began to rock, thrusting up into my mouth in a faster rhythm, I knew he was close.

He grabbed on to a pillow, bellowing his release into the fluff as thick ropes of his seed rocketed into my mouth. I held his hips in place, taking him deep as he emptied his balls down my throat. Fuck! I was so turned on by swallowing his load, I had to reach down and stroke my cock through my jeans. It wasn’t nearly enough, but it relieved a bit of the pressure.

While Noah recovered, his body stilling as the last few spasms jerked his cock in my mouth, I unzipped my jeans and pulled my own cock out. Where Noah had a long, elegant magic wand of a cock, mine was shorter and girthier. I fisted it, squeezing a pearly bead to the tip just as Noah’s eyes fluttered open. They immediately snapped to my torso, watching me fuck myself.

“What are you planning to do with that?” he asked, his voice still sounding a little raspy after his orgasm.

“You made me so fucking hard,” I stroked from base to tip again, nice and slow for his viewing pleasure, “and I’m gonna have to get off too if I have any hope of falling asleep tonight.”

“Come here,” he gestured to his body, “and I’ll take care of you.”

I straddled his face, feeding him my cock as his pink tongue came out to sample a bead of my essence. His tongue twirled around my head, and a breathy sigh floated out of my mouth. “Fuck, it’s not going to take me long.”

“Let’s see how fast I can suck you off.” He took me deep into his throat, making all the muscles in my thighs clench tight.

When Noah set his mind to something…well, there was no doubt he would not only finish, but he’d do it in the most excellent way possible. It was the way he approached everything in life: with diligence and determination.

Those powerful qualities went to work as he used his mouth and hand in tandem to bring me to the brink. As I rose up on my knees to thrust down his throat, he gripped my balls, milking the cum right out of me. I shot my load, and he enthusiastically swallowed it down, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he consumed every drop.

Satiated, I rolled off him and cuddled up in his embrace, my head on his shoulders.

“I like us,” he declared, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “I like this. We are perfection together.”

“We sure are.” I kissed his cheek, and next thing I knew…

It was morning.