6. Zaire
Zaire
I push to my feet, jabbing Auden’s shoulder on my way by. “You need to get your nose checked and lay off the bench press or something. Ripping off cabinet doors? Next year, the administration is going to say we don’t even get a house.”
I snort as Auden just glares at me, his gaze dipping lower to my half-hard cock.
I throw him a finger as I search for my jeans, trying not to grimace when I silently will it to go down.
When that doesn’t work, I just step into my pants, then reach down and cup myself just to make it fit.
I’m still hard, thick against my palm while I try to tuck it along my thigh.
“Come on. How am I still hard?” I mutter, wondering what was in the alcohol last night.
Khalil’s scent cuts through the room without warning, that deep voice right behind it, and the warmth in my belly starts pushing lower. I slap a hand to the wall and try to breathe through it, except my ass tips back like somebody’s about to fuck me right here.
Fuck. That deep baritone voice of his fills my head and I can’t even make anything out, just that having him stuff me with that thick base again would be heaven. Shit.
My dick twitches so hard I have to lock my knees.
I yank the jeans up anyway and a whimper slips out of me when the denim drags over how sensitive I am.
I look down to see obscene bulge pressing through the fabric.
There’s nothing to do about it, so I go after my shirt and try to focus on breathing, which would be easier if the boxers and the jeans would stop rubbing me with every step.
Elio glances over at me, stumbling into his own pants, but I just shake my head, trying and failing to think of anything that will make my dick soften. I reach down to resituate myself and groan instead, because that only makes it worse.
“Coffee,” Auden says. “I’m serious.”
I huff out a laugh as I stuff myself into my shirt, glad it comes down far enough to hard the growing bulge in my jeans. “You’re always serious at this hour. You tore up the kitchen and now I smell like vanilla. Sure.”
“I told you what I smelled, dickhead,” Auden growls. I glance over at him, frowning when his eyes flash a deep amber like last night. Just a gimmick with the lights. Right?
“I heard you.” I catch him watching my mouth while I get the shirt on. “I just think you’re wrong.”
Elio hooks two fingers in my waistband and tugs me toward the door. I go with him because standing still is worse, and I have to lock my jaw against another sound when his knuckles brush too close to my hip.
“There are shops for that thing he had,” Elio offers, a wild grin spreading across his face. “The enhancement. I’ve seen them. I didn’t think a person could actually have one attached.”
Auden comes with us, his cereal boxed against his side. “Seriously? How can you even think about having sex for at least twelve more hours? I think he destroyed my ass. In the best of ways but Jesus Christ.”
I snort, lightly punching Auden in the arm. “Put it on the list, Elio.” My words come out rougher than a joke should. “I’m not going back to regular after that.” Just the thought of either Auden or Elio pounding into me with a thickened ring around the base of their cock…
I swallow down that fantasy but it quickly morphs into Khalil bending me over that table again. Shit. A whine tears from throat before I can stop it and I twist into Auden, my fist in his shirt and my forehead against his chest.
“Fuck. I’m going to come.”
One of Elio’s hands lands on my hip as he presses against my side. “How? After last night, I’m spent.”
Auden looks down at me like he wants to eat the sound I just made. “Fuck. You’re really hot.”
I look up at him, trying to find the words just as my vision tunnels for a moment. Warmth explodes through me and my head tips back, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. My ass clenches, trying to squeeze against the cock that isn’t there, my body whole body giving in at once. “Fuuuck—”
An orgasm tears through me standing between them, heat spilling down the front of my jeans while I sag into Auden. He wraps an arm around my back as I shudder against him, another release following the first one.
Someone’s hand sifts into my hair, another hand on my back as I shake between them. I’m not sure how long they hold me until I come back and look up at Auden, only to see the heat in his eyes. I twist to look at Elio, the man licking his lips before correcting his expression.
“What happened?” Elio asks, gently running his hand up and down my side. When a gasp falls from my lips, his eyes widen and he steps back.
My words come out shaky, the orgasm almost as overwhelming as the one last night.
“I can’t get Khal out of my head. He fucks good, don’t get me wrong, but it’s like every time I think about him my stomach starts fluttering and my cock just answers.
Like some fucking tracking device. You think he put magic in that enhancement or something? ”
Elio bites his lips, trying to stifle a laugh as Auden stiffens against me. “Khal doesn’t strike me as the type.”
“Yeah, well, I’m the one who just came in his jeans from thinking about him, so maybe I’m the type.” I glance down and grimace. “I’m not going out there in these pants.”
Auden kisses the side of my head and keeps me there. Elio swears under his breath, yanks the side table drawer, and comes back with a pair of black sweatpants that have survived worse parties than this.
“Backup. Take those off.”
I don’t argue, stepping back a little to let my men help me into the new pants. They’re much looser and even with my cock still half-hard, I don’t feel like I’m going to bust a nut. “After breakfast, we’re figuring out what’s going on. Because that was not normal.”
Auden’s attention shifts to Elio. “Do you feel anything different since last night?”
Elio opens his mouth, closes it, then shakes his head. “No. Not really? I don’t think so.”
He says it like he’s suddenly the odd one out, which would be funny if I couldn’t still feel Khalil under my skin. “Well, let’s hope this is some weird ass dream. For now, let’s not mention anything about last night, okay?”
Both Auden and Elio mumble ‘agreed’ as we may our way to the kitchen.