Chapter 14 Linden
Linden
“You know what? I want our princess on her back,” Hugh said.
He easily lifted Atlas and eased him onto his back on the Persian rug.
Atlas looked almost drunk. No doubt he was overstimulated and desperate for relief.
He probably wasn’t used to this either. It could quickly take a lot out of you.
Eventually, he’d adapt to our energy—and we had a lot of energy.
My cousin and I didn’t work out only for our looks but also to maintain our endurance, especially as we got older.
So, it was a good call on Hugh’s part to put Atlas on the floor.
Hugh sat between Atlas’s legs, lined himself up, and shoved himself right in since his hole was nice and open now. Atlas threw back his head and arched his back, his fingers digging into the plush rug.
Jesus, knowing Hugh was fucking Atlas with my cum in his ass sent pleasant shivers up my spine. He had no idea how close that made me feel to him.
I lay down next to Atlas and stroked his sweaty hair from his forehead. His eyes were closed, and his still-stained lips were swollen from having his face fucked by Hugh. I could look at Atlas all day, especially when he gave his entire body for us to play with and do whatever we wanted to him.
I leaned forward and kissed him again, and as I thrust my tongue into his mouth and rolled it around, I played with the clamps on his nipples. He moaned, and I swallowed the sound. No doubt he was sensitive as fuck.
When I removed one of the clamps, he visibly shuddered from the relief.
Then I removed the other. His nipples were pinched and red, but they were slowly reshaping themselves.
I flicked my tongue over one and fisted his cock, giving it a few strokes.
His hand came up behind me, and he threaded his fingers through my hair.
Hugh was pounding the hell out of him now, hard enough to shift his body up the rug. Hugh had to grab him by the thighs to pull him back.
“How do you like your two new bosses fucking the hell out of you, Princess?” I growled in his ear.
Atlas moaned, and his head rolled back and forth.
For someone as talkative as he was, when it came to sex, he grew relatively silent except for his delicious noises.
It was a testament to how much he was enjoying himself, getting lost in sexual heaven, and being adored by two men.
I stroked him faster and harder. “Do you need to come, sweet thing?”
“P-please…” The word came out as a high-pitched whine. I smirked at his desperation.
I eased off the speed and tension enough so that I was languidly stroking him. “Not until Hugh says so.”
“Nooo, please…”
To torment him further, I moved to face his cock and licked along the head, then I blew on it.
He instinctively tried to thrust into my mouth, but I pushed him down.
As I teased and toyed with him, my eyes were solely focused on Hugh’s cock, sinking in and pulling out of Atlas.
God, to taste him, especially with my cum all over him.
Christ… I needed to punt that thought right out of my head.
“More,” Atlas whimpered.
“Not yet. I don’t need to… explain that… we own… your… orgasm,” Hugh panted between thrusts.
I swore Atlas literally cried. I laughed and kissed his cheek before going back to tease him again. This time, I sucked him down, and he placed his hands on my head to hold me there.
Naughty, naughty.
When his cock swelled a little, and his hands on my head relaxed, I knew he was close, so I popped off him.
“You’re so mean!”
“Shh, you’re okay, pumpkin. We’ll take care of you.”
“When?!”
It would be soon, judging by how Hugh grabbed Atlas’s thighs, shoved his legs back, and pummeled his ass. He let out a low rumble as he finally came and set Atlas’s legs down.
“Jesus…” he whispered. His bangs had fallen into his face, and they were sweaty. It took all my willpower not to finger them back as I’d done to Atlas.
“Can I come now? Please…”
Hugh took Atlas’s foot and kissed his toes. “Yes, sweetheart. You can come now. You were so good for us. As promised, we’ll reward you and baby you.”
He wrapped his fingers around Atlas’s cock, bent down, and swallowed him. Whimpers and groans filled the room, and I wanted to taste them, so I pressed my lips to Atlas’s. Our tongues danced and explored as he got lost in Hugh’s blow job.
It didn’t take long at all. Edging could either make you come quickly or make it harder after holding back for so long. This time, it was fast. Atlas hung on to me for dear life as he exploded into Hugh’s mouth, and I got to devour all his little noises.
When he finished, Hugh sat up and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
I looked down at Atlas and laughed. He was completely dead to the world, or appeared that way. The only sign of life was his rapidly rising and falling chest. Hugh chuckled too and ruffled his curls before looking at me. “Do you think he’s had enough?”
“No! You promised worship and babying. I demand the royal treatment, dammit!”
We laughed harder as Hugh stood and lifted Atlas into his arms. He rested his head on his shoulder and draped his arm over the other’s shoulder.
“One royal treatment coming right up.”
As they headed up to Hugh’s bedroom, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed us all water bottles. I drank mine down and jogged up the stairs.
Atlas was leaning against the cabinet of the ensuite with his legs stretched out and his head against the wood while Hugh drew us a bath. As the massive tub filled with steaming water, Hugh sprinkled in some lavender bath salts.
I opened the bottle, squatted in front of Atlas, and brought it to his lips. “Drink,” I said. His eyes fluttered open, and he drank down the cold water I poured into his mouth, careful not to spill it on him.
By the time he’d finished his water, the tub was halfway full. Any more and it’d overflow once we all got in. I was the first to step in. When I sank into the hot water, I leaned against the tub and helped Atlas climb in. He sat between my legs and pressed his back against me.
As Hugh chugged from his bottle, I took the washcloth, lathered it with the soap bar, and started gently scrubbing him. “How do you feel, sweet thing?”
“Tired. Sore.”
“Then we did our job,” Hugh sniggered, easing into the water. When he sat down, he grabbed one of Atlas’s feet and kissed it before rubbing it.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” Atlas mumbled.
I rinsed the rag, wrung it out, and cleaned the sweat from his face and bangs. When I finished cleaning him as best as I could, I handed the rag and soap to Hugh. He took it and cleaned between Atlas’s legs and his hole.
When he sat up, his head fell forward as I massaged his shoulders, forcing Hugh to let go of his foot.
“How do you feel emotionally?” I asked. It was an important question. A night like tonight could take a lot out of you, not just physically, but mentally.
“Honestly?”
“Always,” Hugh insisted.
“Why do I feel like I want to cry?”
“You can if you want. It’s normal to experience a hormonal crash,” I said. “We did a lot tonight. You’re high on emotions, and when it’s over, you kind of crash.”
“Do you feel that way too?”
My cousin looked at me again, then back at Atlas, rubbing his legs. “No, it mostly happens with someone in your position, from being punished, fucked like hell, repeatedly edged, and then, finally, the orgasm.”
He nodded and leaned back into me. “I think I’m okay.”
“Are you ready for more?” I asked him. “Not now. Later, I mean. I can’t speak for Hugh, but I want a lot more. You were perfect tonight. I’m not saying that to placate or manipulate you. How you give in to us, and how you react to us… Honestly, it’s why we chose you.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Hugh said.
“I definitely want more, too. It was a lot, but I knew I could stop it at any time, and you would’ve without hesitation.”
Hugh leaned close and pressed his lips gently to Atlas’s. “You’re right. We would instantly stop. We’re either one hundred percent on board, or we’re not at all.”
Atlas shifted onto his side, curling his fingers into my chest like he fucking belonged there.
“I’m going to feel tonight for a week.”
Hugh slid forward and ran his hands over Atlas’s wet body. “Good. Then you won’t forget about our fun for a while.”
“Psh, as if. This is a night I’ll never forget,” he said around his yawn.
So fucking adorable.
Hugh’s coffee eyes landed on mine with a look I could only decipher as, ‘we chose right.’ I gave a single nod in response before looking down at the head of black curls, then I kissed them.
Before Atlas crashed out, we got him out of the tub, dried him off, and put him in the middle of the bed. He rolled onto his side, and I climbed in behind him as Hugh got in on the other side. The king-sized bed was large enough to accommodate all of us.
I rested my front flush against Atlas’s back. He took hold of my arm, pulled my hand against his chest, and curled our fingers together. Hugh got comfortable on his back, pulled the covers over us, and adjusted himself to where Atlas’s head was on his shoulder.
Atlas’s breathing grew slow, and his body melted into the mattress as he fell asleep.
Hugh looked at me over Atlas’s head. “Yes, we’re definitely going to have to double penetrate our Princess here,” he whispered. “I can’t think of anything more fitting and worshiping Atlas’s body than that.”
I was literally in shock when Hugh said he wanted us to double penetrate Atlas.
We’d never done that before. Hugh was clearly all in with this arrangement.
Hell, so was I. I liked Atlas as much as he did.
Still, could I handle feeling Hugh’s cock slide along mine and not fucking lose it? Only time would tell.
“Sounds fun,” I said as I nuzzled my face into Atlas’s neck to sleep.
I was already awake when Atlas stretched alongside me, his ass pressing against my cock, which instantly grew solid, but I wouldn’t bother to do anything about it.
Hugh was downstairs making Atlas breakfast, but I stayed curled into him.
I pressed a kiss to the back of his head. He turned around and snuggled into me.
“Morning,” I said.
“I have aches on my aches. I feel like I ran a marathon.”
I huffed a tired laugh and kissed his head again. “We did give you quite the workout. We were going to worship you more, but you crashed. As soon as you hit the mattress, you were out.”
“Ugh, no fair.”
“We’ll just have to spoil you today instead.”
“I like the spoiling part.”
Atlas reached behind him without rolling over, searching for Hugh. “Where’d he go? I want to snuggle with him, too.”
“He’s getting a head start on that spoiling thing.”
And right on cue, Hugh walked in, still naked and looking fucking sexy, carrying a tray with breakfast for Atlas. My stomach growled in reaction, but I’d eat later. I always had coffee first.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Hugh said, walking into the bedroom with Mrs. Peach jumping onto the bed.
Atlas sat up, gave the cat a quick pet, adjusted his pillows, and leaned back into the headboard.
When he saw the food, he clapped. “Oh my gawd! I’ve never had breakfast in bed before.
I’ve always dreamed of sleeping over at a cute guy’s house and having him serve me.
Now I have two deliciously sexy men! And you’re both still naked! Lucky me.”
Hugh’s smile was wide as he set the tray across Atlas’s lap. He looked completely relaxed, at ease. Satiated. Usually, when we had our fun, he treated the next day like any other. It was like, for the first time, he had something—or someone—to look forward to. It looked fucking good on him.
There were three mugs on the tray, so I grabbed one and poured myself a cup of coffee from the carafe, while Atlas dug into his omelet.
“This is a meal high in protein to boost you up after last night,” Hugh said, sitting down next to Atlas before kissing him on the head.
“So good,” Atlas said with his mouth full. “Thank you.”
Hugh brushed back Atlas’s curls from his face, watching with adoration as he ate. Part of me wanted to be jealous, to have him look at me like that, but I couldn’t. I wanted Hugh to find happiness where he could find it. And I adored Atlas just as much.
“How do you feel, sweetheart?” he asked.
“My body hates me right now, but it’s also very satisfied. Not sure how the two are working together like that.”
“So, we’re definitely up for more, then?”
“Yep, one hundred percent.” Atlas wiped his mouth and took a large sip of orange juice. “Question… Will I always do stuff with both of you, or will you switch off with me? How does that work?”
“Good question,” Hugh said. “Most of the time, Linden and I will tag team. It’s kind of our thing.
But while at work, if you need to be punished by one of us, and the other isn’t around, it won’t stop your punishment.
Or if Linden wants to fool around with you when I’m not there, he can.
I mean, this isn’t something we’ve done before.
Generally, it’s for one night only, so we’re still figuring things out. ”
Atlas nodded thoughtfully. “Can I set boundaries, too?”
“By all means.”
“The punishment at the office thing is fine, and it makes sense, but any other time, I’d like it to be with both of you… not that I wouldn’t want to be with only one of you. I like you both very much. But I think playtime should be with all of us.”
“I agree,” I said.
“Same. That makes sense. I like it.”
“But if I can only hang out with one of you and snuggle or something, we can do that,” Atlas continued.
Hugh pressed a kiss to Atlas’s cheek, and I did the same. “I think those are good boundaries, sweetheart.”
“Good.” Atlas popped a sliced strawberry into his mouth as he eyed us both, back and forth.
“Say, have you two ever… You know… I mean, you do this sex thing together, but I’ve yet to see you kissing or touching each other.
Yeah, I know you’re cousins and all, but it wouldn’t be the first time cousins got it on. ”
“That wouldn’t bother you?” I asked. “That we’re cousins?”
“Nope. Not one bit.”
I eyed Hugh, who looked at me, too. Now that it was on the table, I was curious as to what he’d say.
“No, we haven’t done that.”
Hugh’s response left me disappointed, but unsurprised.
“Too bad. You’d be hot together.”
I laughed it off. Maybe one day, though I doubted it.
Hugh was already going against his father’s wishes with Atlas.
He was risking a lot. I was, too; Hugh more so, though.
But Uncle Hanley’s brain would go nuclear if we were together.
It was something I simply had to deal with.
As long as we were together like this with Atlas, it was enough.