3. Zaire #5
His head rolls back against the table, exposing his throat while one hand loses its grip on Auden and slides uselessly across the wood. Auden catches it and brings it back to his chest.
I don’t know which part of this I’m supposed to watch anymore. Heat rolls through me as I shift on the chair again, my ass protesting the movement as my cock jerks, half-hard already. I grimace, wrapping my hand around the base of my cock before giving it a firm stroke.
“How the fuck?” I ask myself just as Auden lets out a bellied groan.
I look up to see his hands fisted on the table on either side of Elio, realizing that that’s what I must have looked like when Khalil finished inside of me. It was glorious and overwhelming all at once.
The heat rushing through me gathers in my belly and then drops toward my dick, cum spilling over my fist and coating my thighs and stomach. What the heck?
I bite back another whine just as Auden straightens up, his amber eyes almost glowing with something animalistic.
I frown just as Khalil lets out some full-bellied sound that rattles through the room.
If I was stupid enough to believe what my ears picked up, I’d think the man was some kind of animal.
But that’s impossible.
I keep my thoughts to myself as Khalil waits a few moments before pulling out, his gaze immediately dropping to Elio. Elio huffs out laugh, shaking his head, his legs falling down from Auden’s waist. “Fuck no. Absolutely not. “Take pity on my ass for tonight. I’m done.”
“You were talking a tremendous amount of shit five minutes ago.” Auden’s mouth starts curving again despite how wrecked he looks. He slowly pulls out, moving to stand beside Elio.
“That was a younger, more optimistic Elio.” He pats Auden’s arm, looking up at Khalil. “I’ve grown.”
Khalil chuckles as he steps away and disappears through the bathroom door at the back of the study before any of us say anything.
I stare after him. “If he just left us like this, I’m telling Dax everything.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” Elio doesn’t even bother trying to sit up yet.
“You’re right. I value my life.”
Auden lowers himself carefully onto the edge of the table beside Elio, his thighs spread while he catches his breath. “Give me thirty seconds before anybody expects a coherent thought.”
The bathroom door opens again before his thirty seconds are up. Khalil comes back carrying several warm, damp washcloths, surprise written all over my face.
He starts with Auden, cleaning him up gently before handing Auden another cloth for Elio, Elio taking it with a raised eyebrow.
“You’re extremely domestic for somebody who spent the beginning of this telling us it was a terrible idea.”
Khalil gives him a tired look. “I might enjoy a night or two but that doesn’t make me less of a gentleman. Have you been with others who don’t offer after care? That’s just rude.”
Elio smiles sweetly and immediately earns another look. The problem is that outside of us three and Khalil, the men we share our nights with don’t offer that. They fuck and go. I never really thought about it how that made me feel until just now.
Auden laughs under his breath while helping clean Elio up as Khalil comes toward me.
I straighten automatically, then decide there’s absolutely no dignity left to preserve and let myself fall back against the chair again.
Khalil crouches in front of me and runs the warm cloth carefully over the inside of my thighs, cleaning away the slickness and mess he left behind.
His face has settled back into the calm expression I’m used to, but I can still see the strain around his mouth. His gaze flicks up to mine once before dropping again, and I don’t make a joke about it. For once, I don’t have one.
When he finishes, he rests one hand on my knee for a second before standing. I catch his wrist before he gets all the way up.
Khalil’s hand slides behind my neck and his mouth meets mine in a slow kiss that has none of the roughness from earlier. I taste him again, now in a way that presses unexpectedly hard beneath my ribs, and when he starts to pull away, I catch his shirt and keep him close long enough for one more.
His thumb brushes beneath my ear before he finally straightens. “I need to go back to the party I was supposed to be chaperoning.” He gathers the discarded packets and cloths as he speaks, cleaning up the last obvious evidence from the table and the floor where I came earlier.
Elio props himself onto his elbows. “That’s it?”
Khalil pauses. Auden looks at him too, and I hate how quickly the room seems colder when Khalil’s expression closes.
“I told you before we started what this was going to be.” His voice stays soft. “Tonight was the last time.”
Elio’s mouth tightens. “You’re seriously going back to the party after all that and pretending nothing happened?”
“I’m going out there because there is a house full of drunk twenty-somethings I agreed to supervise.” Khalil folds the last cloth over itself and sets it beside the others. “And because I meant what I told you.”
I rub my thumb over my lower lip, still feeling the kiss he gave me less than a minute ago. “So that’s it.”
Khalil looks at me longer than he looks at either of them. “That’s what I said.”
He turns toward the door, but Elio calls his name before he reaches it. Khalil looks back, one hand already on the knob. Elio studies him for a second before his mouth curls. “For what it’s worth, your enhancement is fucking ridiculous.”
Auden gathers Elio against him before stumbling toward the lounge inches from my chair. Feeling left out, I crawl over toward them, flopping onto Austen’s right side, Elio laying down on the left.
We’re all still gloriously naked or at least mostly naked, our bodies flush with sweat from the exertion that Khalil barely seemed to show. I press a kiss to Auden’s chest, letting out a sigh. “Fuck, that was so much better than I was imagining.”
“Agreed.” Auden offers.
“I get his knot next time,” Elio starts. I lightly punch his arm, though there’s no heat behind it because I don’t have the energy. “You know there’s going to be a next time. We’re all bad with saying no. How long do you think we have to wait before we get that again?”
Auden snorts. “Probably longer now that we called his dick an enhancement to his face.”
My lids start to close of their own accord, a sudden wave of exhaustion taking over me. I try to blink faster, forcing myself to sit up because we have a party to run. My body disagrees through, that hard fuck loosening my body in ways I didn’t know I needed.
“Anyone else feel up for a nap?”
No one answers but a second later, I catch Elio’s snores and just laugh. Whatever Khalil did to us tonight was both perfect and concerning. I have questions. So many questions. But I’ll ask them tomorrow when I’m over being dick-lirious.