3. Lorenzo Davenport
I woke up to warm suction enveloping my morning wood. Wet sounds filled the silence of the early morning quiet, and I didn’t need to open my eyes to know Sincere was under the covers with his jaw unhinged to fit me inside. I heard a gurgling sound when I hit the back of his throat and my hips involuntarily lifted off the bed.
“Shit, Sin,” I groaned, my eyes popping open when he deliberately sucked the tip, spitting and using it as lube to jerk off the rest of my length.
Then he pulled his mouth off me entirely and pushed the sheets out of the way to slide me a knowing smile. “Oh, you’re up.”
“You knew that would wake me up.”
His smile slipped and I bit my bottom lip while he continued to run his hand up and down my erection. I was hard and glistening with a sloppy mix of his spit and my precum.
There was enough lubrication for the movement to create a nasty soundtrack as his hand worked up and down and then up again.
When he sat up and used his knee to widen the space between my legs, I hissed at the first press of his forefinger against the sensitive stretch of skin just beneath my balls.
I was wound tight as hell, my body tingling and taut with the need for release, but I didn’t want to do it like this.
“I don’t want to come in your hand,” I grit out, reaching for him.
Sincere ignored me at first, squeezing and stroking and applying just the right amount of pressure to make me see stars every time my eyes fell shut.
“Get the fuck up here.” My voice was harder, more demanding and it was enough to get my husband exactly where I wanted him—on top of me.
Together, we kicked the blanket and top sheet away until they tangled at the foot of the bed.
As soon as his torso was aligned with mine, I locked my arms around his waist, holding him tightly in place.
“You know how I feel about you waking me up like that,” I groaned against his lips, my eyes rolling back when his dick slid against mine.
“Mmm,” Sincere moaned when my hips rose, meeting his languid movements. “Remind me of how it makes you feel, Enzo.”
“Like—fuck,” I broke off on a hiss and held him against me tighter, not caring if it inhibited his breathing. I didn’t want him anywhere but right here, doing exactly what he was doing.
Sincere sucked my neck, his full lips fixated on my pulse point, and I’m sure it only skyrocketed under his attention. He grinded against me, dragging his hardness along mine. The friction we created was a sensation I’d do anything to prolong.
There was nothing like being wrapped up in Sincere Davenport. Ten years and I’d never gotten tired of being with him…like this. He was my partner for life, and I only ever wanted to give him everything. Whether that was a nut or the entirety of my trust fund, I didn’t care. He took care of me like no other and I would always return the favor.
I felt the instant his precum joined mine in the mess of everything happening between us. It leaked against my stomach in a trickle of warmth and ran along the underside of his thick, veined dick. And I whimpered—fucking whimpered—like a bitch when he bucked his hips so I could feel him spreading the mess between us even more.
He braced his hands on either side of my face and looked down at me with lust and love and everything I adored shining in his eyes.
We stayed like that for a while, hips rocking as we maintained eye contact. Bliss edged into my senses and the same chemical reaction I had whenever he looked at me for too long took over.
“I fucking love you,” I panted, my breath shallow and my heart in my throat.
“I know you do. That’s why you’re gonna come for me.” He licked my lips, moving his head when I tried to turn it into a kiss.
“Don’t tease me,” I pleaded hoarsely. “Please…kiss…me, Sin.”
His face softened and I knew he relented the second he groaned, “Fuck, baby.”
Those were the last words either of us spoke before our tongues sought each other out and we lost ourselves in a nasty French kiss as our bodies rocked.
And rocked.
And stilled.
My orgasm built, my muscles contracted and my balls tightened with the need for release. But I wouldn’t—couldn’t—come without him.
Panting, we pulled away from the kiss and locked eyes again.
“You gone come for me?”
Throat dry, eyes burning, and heart pounding, I nodded and shifted so I could rut against him from below.
Sincere’s eyes dipped low, until they were almost slits and then that little telltale frown furrowed his brows.
“Ahh, shit,” he moaned, dropping his forehead against mine. Then he wined his hips in a slow circle, pushing his dick up and against mine. “Yes, Enzo—shit. Just like that.”
The pressure building was almost painful at this point. And I wanted—no, needed —to come with him. Needed to feel him freeze up and let his cum paint my stomach so I knew I made him feel as good as he made me feel.
Finally, I gave in and threw caution to the wind, seeking the pleasure we both craved.
I jerked my hips against his, fast and hard, driving us to a simultaneous orgasm that left my head spinning and eyes watering.
Oh, fuck. That was perfect.
It was always perfect with him.
Ropes of cum shot out of us, wetting up my stomach and his. Satisfaction trickled through me, a slow smile spreading my lips.
Sincere stayed on top of me for a while, his forehead still resting against mine until his breaths became more than desperate pants as he rode out the aftershocks of our shared release.
Loosening my hold on his waist, I kept my left arm around him in a lazy grip and reached up with my right hand to cup the side of his face.
His perfect fucking face. I would do anything for this face.
“Morning, baby,” he murmured softly.
“Morning, Sin.”
We kissed again, quickly, before we rolled out of bed and went to clean up in the bathroom. After a quick shower together, we stood at our sinks, brushing our teeth.
Sin paused with his toothbrush lifted in front of his mouth.
“Was I drunk or was there a stranger in our house when we got back from the restaurant last night?”
“You were drunk,” I confirmed, sending him a lazy smile through the mirror. “We both were. But there was a stranger in our house last night and she’s sleeping in our guest room right now.”
It was funny because we’d gone out to celebrate Rome’s apothecary anniversary and he ended up DD’ing for us like he always did. Even when I offered to get us a car for the drive home, he claimed the one glass of red wine was enough for him for the night.
“Shit, I thought I was hallucinating.”
I snickered and bent down to rinse my mouth. He went back to brushing his teeth as I reached for my face towel.
“Would be one hell of a hallucination if we all remembered it, Sin.”
“Goldyn,” he recalled her name thoughtfully. “She’s pretty as fuck.”
“Oh, that part you remember, huh?”
“Hell yea,” he grinned before rinsing his mouth out.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t disagree with my husband. Goldyn was pretty as fuck. And she had the sweetest voice. I didn’t know if she’d be as subdued as she was last night whenever she woke up, but I was curious to be around her again. More than anything, she impressed me, but I hadn’t missed Sincere’s reaction to her last night.
He’d jumped at the chance to take care of her.
I could always tell when he was into a woman because he went from zero to a thousand in half a second. Pretty women were his kryptonite. And that was apparently true even if the pretty woman had broken into our home.
Sin and I were both bisexual. And while we were committed to each other for life, we still liked to date women from time to time. As long as she was open to being shared. We hadn’t done that in a while though. The past two years had been hectic, getting used to living in the mountains and adjusting to a slower lifestyle after living in King’s Town for most of our lives.
No women had really caught our eye, but I couldn’t say we were looking either.
But last night...
I knew what the fuck he looked like when he was smitten. And it happened on the spot with Goldyn. Maybe it had been the alcohol. Or maybe it had just been instant infatuation…
We’d see how the next few minutes went.
As if reading my mind, Sincere rushed past me, tugging off his towel to go in the closet. “Come on, let’s get dressed and go see if she’s okay. We can’t leave her alone with Rome. He’ll scare her off and I want to make her breakfast.”
Shaking my head, a chortle passed my lips. Still, I joined him in the closet to find something to wear. “Something tells me she can hold her own. She wouldn’t have been on our couch yesterday if that weren’t the case. Goldy has self-preservation skills.”
GOLDYN
When I woke up, instant confusion riddled me. This bed was too comfortable and the room was too cool.
I loved my converted van and everything it had allowed me to do in the past three years, but it wasn’t a luxury sleeping experience. I couldn’t say the same for wherever I was right now.
The sheets were soft as butter against my skin, the room was freezing, making me burrow deeper under the plush duvet. It was perfect.
Too perfect.
My eyes popped open.
“Where am I?” I croaked, looking up at the wood beams spanning the ceiling. A ceiling fan spun slowly, circulating the cool air.
Slowly, bits and pieces of the night before played in my head.
Getting lost.
Breaking a window.
Eating.
Drinking.
And falling asleep like a fucking creep in somebody’s house.
I groaned, sinking deeper into the heavenly mattress and further under the safety of the blanket.
A few seconds later, a loud thud made me jump. It was the unmistakable sound of iron hitting the floor. Like someone had dropped a weight after a set in the gym.
Palm pressed flat against my forehead, another tortured groan greeted the air.
The last thing I wanted to do was confront any of the three men I met briefly last night.
Especially Romeo. He looked pissed, for good reason, when his housemates were helping me.
I knew I didn’t deserve to be taken care of after what I’d done, and now I needed to find a way to sneak out before anyone noticed.
On a mission, I tossed the covers off me and walked to the bathroom in the far-right corner of the suite.
This time I was greeted with a lake view that took my breath away and I realized the guest suite faced a different direction than the bathroom I’d used in haste when I first broke in.
I winced at my own word choice, but shook my head as I emptied my bladder, washed my hands and face and tiptoed back in the room, trying to make as little noise as possible.
The clothes I found folded on the bench at the foot of the bed made me want to jump for joy. They were my clothes and they’d obviously been washed and dried while I was knocked out.
Pulling the soft gray t-shirt up over my head, I pulled on my t-shirt bra, cropped top, and leggings.
Everything still felt warm and fresh from the dryer, and that made me wonder how long ago someone had come in my room to leave them for me.
Tossing that thought aside, I neatly folded the t-shirt and boxers I’d worn last night and set them on the bench in place of the clothes I’d just put on.
Then I grabbed my bag from the chair by the bed and walked into the hall.
Relief washed over me when I found the place mostly silent. The only noise came from a gym I was assuming was on this side of the house. It took a few tries, but I made it to the main hall leading back to the kitchen, made a turn and speed-walked through the empty kitchen and living room.
My sandals were neatly lined up by a rack full of expensive men’s shoes. The worn Teva's looked sorely out of place, and it was just as well, because I was leaving and never interrupting their world again.
I pushed my feet into my hiking sandals, leaned down to adjust the straps, and turned for the door.
My fingers made it as far as the handle when a deep voice boomed behind me, freezing all the blood in my veins.
“Going somewhere?”