Chapter 26 Vince #2
Then I yank his jeans down in one swift, punishing pull.
Button pops. Zipper scrapes. He’s got nothing below the hips, just gray boxer-briefs clinging to him, soaked at the tip, the shape of his cock obscene against the thin stretch of fabric.
I grab the hem of his shirt and rip it over his head in one motion, sleeves catching on his arms. The white fabric hits the floor, leaving his chest bare, every curve and line on display, every shiver visible in the dim light.
Trevor groans. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
Lance looks down, eyes half-lidded. “He is going to ruin me.”
George says nothing, but the hunger in his stare says everything.
Adrian stands there, flushed and leaking, his cock twitching against the fabric as if it begs to be freed. He does not cover himself. He does not shrink. He offers.
I press against him again, harder this time. “You want to see?”
The boys groan. “Yes!”
I chuckle at their enthusiasm. I peel the boxers down slowly, inch by inch, dragging fabric over his thighs until his hard cock slaps against his stomach, slick and heavy.
He chokes a needy sound as soon as he is revealed, like unwrapping him has already pushed him halfway to climax. Lance swears. George adjusts himself. Trevor rises, moving slowly as if his body belongs to someone else.
I turn Adrian to face them. “Knees,” I say.
He drops immediately, spreading himself, cock flushed dark and leaking, mouth open for air.
Watching him tremble and their faces change, I think I’ve never seen anything so perfect. I’m about to let them tear him apart.
“You still want this?” I ask, crouching behind him and brushing my fingers down his spine.
Adrian’s voice is wrecked. “Always.”
“You stop me if you don’t,” I tell him, steady but low.
“I won’t,” he breathes. “Not tonight.”
I grip the back of his neck and guide him to lie flat on his back on the couch, facing us all.
I hook his knees up and apart and spread him wide.
His legs fold open shamelessly, ankles loose near his ears.
His pink hole is exposed, twitching, and his cock stands thick and flushed against his stomach, already leaking for attention.
I grab the lube from the side table drawer and slick my fingers deliberately. “That first night, I watched everything. I took mental notes on what made him gasp and what made him sob.” To the group, I say, “Are we all good to do this tonight?”
Adrian locks his eyes on mine. “I get tested regularly. It’s part of my routine at work. I’m negative.”
I look down on him, a soft smile tugging at my lips. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. My last public girlfriend? That was mostly for appearances.”
Trevor leans back a little, breath low. “I use condoms with Becca, since we like…exploring, as you already know. We’re careful. Always tested and covered.”
Lance grins, shaking his head. “Yeah, same. I like to play, but I play safe.”
George just grunts, short and blunt. “Same. Tests, protection. I don’t fuck around.”
Satisfied, I shift my attention back to Adrian. I spread his cheeks and slowly press a finger in, feeling him respond immediately under my touch.
“Jesus Christ,” Lance whispers.
“Fuck, how tight is he?” Trevor asks while he undoes his pants.
“He is like velvet,” I tell them, slipping another finger in. “Hot, tight, greedy.”
Adrian moans and rocks into my hand.
George leans in. “He is loving it. Look at him, he is gone.”
“Yeah, that ass,” Lance adds. “Goddamn, Holloway. Are you sure you are okay sharing?”
I smile, dark and possessive. “Yes. We will both enjoy it, equally.”
Trevor laughs, breathless. “Vince, mate, how would I tell anyone what I did on my last night as a free man?”
I curl my fingers deeper inside him and feel Adrian tighten around me. “You want him for your last night of freedom?” I ask Trevor. “Consider it as my best-man gift.”
I lean over Adrian’s bent leg and drag my mouth along his thigh as he shudders.
“But I break him in,” I say, sinking my fingers deeper until Adrian moans. “And when you are done, he ends with me. He crawls back to me.”
“Is he going to come just from that?” Lance asks thickly.
“Watch him,” I say.
They do.
I take Adrian’s cock in my hand and drag my tongue slowly along the shaft, tasting the salt and heat of him. He trembles beneath me, breathing stuttered, all sensations tuned to my mouth.
I do not stop. I lick to the base and then take the thick head into my mouth. My other hand stays buried inside him, slick and relentless, and I pump his length a few times, lips wrapped around the head and fingers pressing into his hole.
“Vince!” He breaks.
Adrian comes with a choked cry that rips through the room. His hips jerk, spine arches, and cock spews thick, hot rope after rope of cum across the rug as his thighs shake. He moans loudly, wrecked and breathless, seized by the moment where nothing else exists but the feel of me inside him.
When he collapses, twitching and panting, ruined and beautiful in equal measure, he is exactly where I want him.
Trevor sucks in a breath. George curses. Lance looks at us like he’s forgotten how to blink.
When I look up with Adrian’s taste still on my tongue, the boys are staring like they are starving, like I have handed them permission to feast.