29. Jacob
Jacob
E ven on another floor of the house, I could hear them together.
Some unexpected—and frankly, unwelcome—feeling exploded in the middle of my chest, and I paced the small guest room until it passed.
What felt like a lifetime later, someone knocked on the door and I opened it with such a fit of jealousy that I almost ripped it from the hinges.
I don’t know which one of them I’d expected it to be, but seeing Orion in the doorway had the feeling in my chest exploding into something that felt a lot like want.
He was beyond rumpled, well-fucked with his belt undone and cum drying against his white dress shirt.
He had a half-empty glass of wine in one hand and still wore his shoulder holster, gun hanging loose against his ribs.
His cheeks were flushed, mottled pink, and his pupils still wide enough to consume his irises entirely.
He let out a long breath when I opened the door, stepping into the guest room without an invitation.
He surveyed the space, even though I was certain he already knew the room.
He was the one who’d not just gotten me settled there, but had given me a tour of the entire townhouse.
The building was narrow since it was in the city, reminding me of homes I’d seen in New York once upon a time.
The first floor held the living space and the kitchen, a small bathroom.
The second floor was for Vince’s office, his bedroom, and Orion’s bedroom as well.
The third floor held three smaller rooms, one of which was mine for the duration of my stay.
Judging by the noise from earlier, it was directly above Vince’s, which was going to make my nights long and frustrating if they went like tonight had.
“Are you getting settled?” he asked, voice scratchy from all the yelling, no doubt.
“Vince should invest in some soundproofing,” I suggested.
The corner of his mouth quirked up. “Are you jealous?”
Instead of answering, I licked my lips and frowned.
He took a drink of wine and then held the glass out to me.
He’d offered me wine in the kitchen too.
I’d turned him down then, but I didn’t have it in me now to say no a second time.
I needed to relax or my bones were going to snap.
I took a drink and handed it back to him.
“Vince says if you want his cum, I’m supposed to give it to you,” Orion said .
“Where is it?” I asked.
“Where do you think?”
It was a question in that moment…of my desperation.
My depravity.
“What if I want yours?”
The question seemed to catch him off-guard, and he slowly raised a hand to his chest, pressing his palm against his sternum and splaying his fingers out wide over the stain on his shirt.
“ Do you want mine?”
I realized, seeing him there, clothes covered in his own spend and Vince’s undoubtedly leaking down the backs of his thighs, the two of them were some kind of package deal, and for as much as I wanted Vince…
I wanted Orion too. The feelings for him were different and far more complicated, laced with competition and confusion, but still want.
So much fucking want.
“Give me a drink,” I rasped, and he held the wine glass out for me.
I finished off the contents and dropped it on the floor.
The delicate crystal shattered at my feet and I surged forward, grabbing Orion by the shoulders and shoving him backward onto the bed.
I didn’t want to kiss him. I wasn’t…I didn’t want that from him, but I buried my face into the crook of his neck and licked away the shared drops of his and Vince’s sweat.
Orion fell onto his back, bracing himself against his forearms so he could stare down his chest at me as I licked him from his neck, down and over the starched material of his shirt.
The fabric was still wet where he’d come, and I sucked and licked until my tongue found salt.
Both of us groaned, and Orion shoved my head down lower.
I rucked his shirt up out of the way, then grabbed his pants and yanked them down enough for me to get his legs wide enough that I could fit between them.
Locked together with his legs around me and his pants behind my shoulders, I pressed his thighs down into the bed and shoved my face between his legs like a starving man offered his last meal.
Cum and lube trickled out of Orion’s swollen hole and I sealed my mouth around him with a groan that vibrated down to the marrow of my bones.
Orion cursed under his breath, fisting my hair and holding me in place, dragging my cheeks across the mess between his legs, fighting when I wanted to focus on his asshole.
“Does it hurt?” I asked against his swollen and slick skin.
“Yes.”
I bared my teeth and nipped at the places I’d been kissing.
“Yes,” he groaned a second time, and I rubbed my cheek against him, letting his balls rest heavy and hot against my forehead while I caught my breath.
I peppered kisses against Orion’s balls and up the delicate crease in his groin that turned into his leg.
Making my way back up his front, I used my fingers to undo his buttons, spreading the fabric wide so I could see his skin.
His torso was a landscape of tattoos and scars, and I knew I’d seen things not meant for me because as soon as my fingers danced across his now exposed stomach, he sat up.
The movement jostled me off the bed, and he managed to swing his legs over and around so he didn’t end up on the floor himself.
Orion hiked up his pants and tugged on the tails of his shirt, trying to right himself.
I’d gone too far. Seen something I wasn’t supposed to.
“Are you going to tell him?” I asked, not bothering to get up from my spot on the floor.
“Of course I am,” Orion said, shrugging to settle his holster in place. “I tell him everything.”