Chapter 12 Desmond
Desmond
Iscramble from the bed in search of my bag, finding it by the door. Front pocket. Lube and condom. Got it.
This might be the most incredible night of my life. My twin typically takes several rounds of shots and relentless badgering to go out with someone, let alone sleep with them. He’s stuck in his head. Not exactly fun, or the best wingman, but he goes along for my sake.
Before now, I assumed he disliked kissing, but perhaps he disliked the other person and wasn’t willing to force it.
Tonight, his affections are undoubtedly authentic. You can’t fake passion, tenderness, or possessiveness. He genuinely likes Agent Mercer, and I knew he would.
I palm my angry erection, stroking lazily, and consider the best way to do this. I need everyone to be comfortable, able to focus on having a mind-blowing orgasm, like I’m about to. The position they’re in now won’t work—sideways head is annoying, I know that much.
As if reading my thoughts, my brother props himself up against the pillows and headboard. Lucas climbs between his legs, but before he can lie down on the mattress, Dante pulls him in for a brief kiss.
“You okay with this?”
“Yes,” he answers, quiet but confident.
We’re about six-three. Lucas is average height—maybe five-nine—and skinny, like he has never lifted a weight in his life. He’s probably a hell of a runner. He has those runner’s legs and ass, those toned abs.
My twin threads his fingers through Lucas’ wild hair. “Have you done this before?”
Another, more confident, “Yes.”
“Not exactly what I wanted to hear,” Dante grumbles.
I smile at his jealousy. He was worried about me becoming attached—ha! He needs to worry about himself.
“Not with two people, if that’s what you’re asking,” Lucas clarifies.
“Hmm…a little better.” Dante pecks his lips. “I wanna make sure we don’t hurt you.”
“You won’t. I…I prepped before I came over.”
My dick jerks in response.
Dante’s brows shoot skyward. “In case Desi wanted to fuck you?”
“Y-yes…is that bad?”
He shakes his head, a rare smile on his grumpy mug. “Not at all. It’s fucking hot, but next time, we’ll do it for you.” He fists Lucas’ hair. “Get down there and suck my cock. Show my twin that pretty ass of yours.”
Chest to the mattress, bubble butt in the air, our shy nerd obeys.
Dante breathes out, “Ummph…damn,” and I take that as my cue.
I crawl up, kneeling behind Lucas and flipping the top on the lube. Even though he said he prepped, I use a generous amount when circling his rim. I work in one finger, then two, then three, to the sounds of his muffled whimpers.
Goddamn, I’ll be hearing those whimpers in my dreams.
Slowly, I fuck him with my fingers, kissing and biting his ass. I sink my teeth into the muscle hard enough to leave a mark. If he is screwing someone else—a lethal situation that better end tonight—I want that soon-to-be-missing person to know he’s mine.
I wonder if he’ll let me tattoo my name on him: Property of Desmond Rossi. It’d hold significant meaning in New York, not so much in LA. We’ll have to move.
Lucas squeezes around my fingers, breaking me from my possessive thoughts, and pushes back against me. I interpret that as a silent indication he wants me to fill him.
Thank fuck, because I’m steadily leaking precum and dying to get inside him. I tear open the condom and roll it on, hoping to ditch them next time. I want to feel him raw, load his ass with my cum. My dick kicks in agreement as I line us up.
“Hurry up, Des. I’m not gonna last long. His mouth is fucking phenomenal.”
My twin’s strained words and Lucas’ erotic moans send zaps of pleasure straight to my balls, drawing them up tight.
I seize his hips and slide into him in one smooth, firm stroke. To say he feels like home would be cheesy, but… “Jesus, fuck, your ass just swallowed my soul.”
Dante releases a babble of expletives, but my gaze remains glued to the sight of Lucas stretched around my girth. It’s hypnotizing. Addicting. “All mine.” Ours? I don’t know; my head is on cloud nine.
I pull back until only the crown of my cock is squeezed by him and punch forward, driving all the way in. He cries out, gripping me like a vise and miking me. Fucking heaven.
The three of us turn feral, falling into a mad rhythm of desperate moans and slapping skin. I fuck Lucas hard and deep while his head bobs, blowing my twin. Nothing could be more perfect.
My heart hammers, muscles coiled tight, and my breath hitches in my throat. Wildfire consumes my body. I won’t last long. “Come with me, piccino. Make yourself come.”
I piston in and out of his ass while he jerks himself furiously. He lets out a strangled cry, pulsing around me as he comes, and I’m a goner.
“Fucking…fuck.” I slam into him, jolting and cursing this condom for ruining my best orgasm. We’ll have to try again. Tomorrow morning. If he lets me.
The momentum of my final thrusts causes Lucas to choke on my brother, and Dante growls.
“I’m gonna come, baby. Keep sucking my cock… So fucking good…” His words trail off with a rumbling groan.
I gasp for breath and shudder with aftershocks. “Do I propose now or…?”