Lasts

by C. L. Matthews

He called me little one, and for some reason, that has my balls aching. Why is his voice so husky? Fuck. Why do I want to kiss his stubbly chin and feel it leave a burn on my face?

  I stare at his mouth, imagining it wrapped around my cock, sucking me until I come down his mouth. God. I need him to touch me.

  What the fuck am I saying?

  I’m not gay.

  He grips my chin. His strong hands that are calloused from working his entire life feel dominant and arousing on my skin.

  His lips slam on mine. They’re strong and sure, plump and demanding, sweet and salty. His tongue swipes my bottom lip, seeking entrance, and I open for him. Groaning, he slides it in, stroking mine like a gentle lover, learning what I like.

  He tastes like beer and man, and I want more.

  I want him to touch me.

  I want his skin against mine.

  I want to see if he’s hard all over.

  Sy pulls back, his eyes molten, and his jaw set in a determined line. He pushes against my chest until I’m flat on the bed. With a lick of his lips, he towers over me. Instead of how I imagine Leia, he doesn’t fumble over my pants. He unbottons and unzips in two fluid motions. My cock is heavy in my pants, straining to be set free.

  And that makes me think of his cock.

  Is it large and veiny?

  Does it curve?

  Is it short and fat?

  God, I want to see. My gaze flicks to his, and in his eyes, I see the same anticipation, the same want and desire. And, fuck, if that doesn’t make me harder.

  “I’m going to suck your cock now,” he explains.

  He doesn’t ask. He just tells me. That makes me want him more. I want his hot mouth and plump lips swallowing my cock until I yell.

  He kneels and pulls my dick out as if on a mission. His eyes widen like he’s surprised at how large I am, and fuck, that makes me ache more. His expression lights up, like seeing me this hard and ready for him is exactly what he wanted.

  I suck in a breath in preparation, but it’s shaky. Only Leia has sucked me off, and for some reason, Sy looks like he knows what he’s doing.

  In the next moment, his entire mouth covers my cock. I feel it hit the back of his throat, and I’m about ready to combust in his throat right then.

  “Fuck,” I growl, and it sounds gutteral, almost feral.

  His head begins to bob, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. My balls draw up, ready to explode. Then as if noticing, he pops off, waving someone over.

  My eyes try to focus, but I’m in a high of my lifetime. Then, I see my Leia. She stares at me in lust. She’s back?

  “Seeing him suck you off was so sexy, Brax,” she coos, gripping my dick, stroking up and down. “But…” She blushes, not meeting my eyes. “I want to watch him fuck you.”

  Just the thought has fear and adrenaline racing through me, but also, it has unadulterated lust bubbling inside me.

  Do I really want his dick in my ass?

  Yes.

  I do.

  I want him so fucking bad it hurts.

  Sy peers around Leia, his eyes eating up the sight of her jerking me gently. “Let me inside you, pequeño.” Again, not a question but almost a plea.

  I nod, my balls throbbing, needing release.

  He pulls me up then places Leia on the bed, making her ass sit straight in the air. I want to bite her cheeks, kiss and lick the tiny rosebud between her thighs then fuck her until she cries. The thought has me leaking out of my tip.

  “I need you,” I groan.

  “Have me,” she offers, wiggling her little ass.

  Removing my jeans and boxers, I look to Sy for direction.

  He nods with a smirk, and I lean forward, licking her tight hole, hearing her moans. I bite each ass cheek and then kiss them better. Then, I’m sinking into her bare, and she’s wiggling beneath me.

  I thrust and nearly come, but before I do, Sy reaches a hand between my leg and squeezes my balls until I’m groaning. If he didn’t, I’d have shot my load inside her.

  “Not yet. I want in your ass first.”

  I moan, and it’s so unlike me, but his dirty mouth has me needy.

  “Fuck her tight little cunt, but don’t you fucking come yet. I want you to feel me inside of you before you’re allowed to squirt,” he orders, his voice harsh and commanding and so fucking sexy that I want to hear it on replay.

  I pump into her leisurely, listening to her moan as her pussy clenches my dick and feeling her hand fumble with her clit. I reach around us, slap her hand away, and take over. Her mewls are louder, uncontrolled, and sending signals to my dick, telling me to release.

  Then I sense him behind me. His finger presses against my asshole. It’s wet, and I like it there. He slowly dips in. It’s an odd sensation, but it’s not bad. When I get used to his single digit, he adds another, and my body tenses from the invasion.

  “Relax, pequeño.”

  And I do. I rub lazy circles on Leia’s clit, while Sy stretches me. When he hits this one spot inside, I’m seeing stars and nearly roar.

  “That’s right, little one. Ready for more?” he questions, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard it.

  I nod furiously, wanting more of that unexplainable feeling I got from that spot inside me.

  “I’m going to fuck your ass, boy.”

  I clench around his fingers, taunting him.

  Soon after, his cock replaces his fingers, and it’s fucking huge. The pressure is almost too much. The pain is worse than before.

  “Relax, baby. Take all of me,” he demands on the huskiest moan.

  I swear I’ve never heard a sexier sound. Not when I had my mouth on Leia’s cunt, not as she mewls now as I rub her clit, and not even when she groaned as she took my dick in her mouth the first time.

  I attempt to relax, imagining that intense euphoria from before, and that’s what I’ll get as soon as he’s seated in me.

  He thrusts, his hips smacking my ass, his balls tapping mine.

  “Silas,” I call out, wanting him to own my ass.

  What am I thinking?

  Yes.

  Yes.

  Please.

  “Harder,” I demand, and then he’s pistoning his cock into me, drilling me like a fucking jackhammer.

  “Come with me, little one. Fill her cunt with your seed while I fill you with mine.”

  And with those words and one more pump, we’re all a chorus of moans and shakes and sounds of completion.

  That’s when it hits me.

  I hate Silas.

  I would never share Leia.

  I’m not fucking gay.

  My stomach lurches as I wake up. My dick is painfully stiff. My entire body is drenched in sweat, and a needy ache settles in my lower abdomen. Did I really fucking dream that? Sharing Leia, sharing myself with him?

  Leia.

  Not Sy.

  Never him.

  I shake my head until the fuzziness clears, praying my dick will calm the fuck down. Jumping out of bed, I think of showering until I’m frozen.

  Leia.

  I’ll jerk to her.

  Not him.

  Not what I just dreamed of.

  She comes home tomorrow.

  After looking at my clock, I realize it’s nearly morning. Well, today, but she won’t be here until about noon. I’m going to surprise her. I’m going to pick her up at the airport. I’m going to forgive her and forget that Brady exists, forget that I had the single most sexiest dream of Silas fucking me. Shake off any vibes other than the woman who’s going to take my virginity and love me, too.

  I’ll live with Brady’s kiss in a locked chest deep inside me. There’s no key to unlock it either. It’s almost as if it didn’t happen. There never will be another one. I’m not gay. I don’t like guys.

  I was lonely, and he was here. That’s all it was.

  Right?

  Then why were you dreaming of a guy ramming his dick up your ass?

  Shut up, c
onscious. Get fucked.

  I lay in bed, praying for sleep again, praying that everything that happened with Brady and dreaming about Sy were just lapses in judgement. They don’t define me. I don’t have to label it.

  Brady and I are friends.

  Sy and I are enemies.

  We had a couple moments.

  That’s it.

  That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

  Matthew, you’re my forbidden love. This series only reminds me how much we’ve grown over the years. I love you most.

  Helen, my Hellion. I’m not entirely sure where in life I’d be without you, but I hope to all things holy, I never have to find out. You’re my champion, my taco, my bestie for life.

  Dimples, you’re a godsend. Or maybe it’s a hellsend? I love you to pieces, all the ones underneath your ribs and shit. Cool? Cool. I appreciate TF outta you.

  Cali, my twin bitch, I love everything you hate and that makes me love you more. This is as sappy as it’s getting. Without hugs, bitch.

  Mari. In the lamest words, you’re amazing, I’m glad I haven’t chased you off yet.

  I’m swearing a lot here #oops.

  Nadège, every time you touch my book, you work some voodoo shit on it, and I love it. Thank you as always.

  Nicole, you beautiful creature, thank you for your brilliance with word editing.

  Cat, for our love of Nathan, it’s motivational AF.

  Giana, my sweet Canadian babe. You've changed my life in ways I can't begin to explain. I'm so grateful to be on this journey with you.

  Selena, my writing Bae. Thank you for making sure I got this book written in time. And for listening to me complain constantly. I'd be lost without you.

  Jessi, my coach, my confidant, my OG. I love everything about you, and the fact that you constantly inspire me and push me to be the best is just an added bonus. I love you more than tacos.

  My betas in no particular order: Ofa, Geynar, Michelle, Mari, Helen, Rumi, and Cali. You all make my life as easy as you make it hard, but I wouldn’t change a thing.

  To all my ARC readers, my street team, and reader group, because of you, this is all possible. You motivate me and move me with your love and kind words!

  To all my author friends, I couldn’t be more grateful for y’all. I’ll never stop loving and appreciating you every step of the way.

  I’m sure I’m forgetting a lot of you, but it’s super late and I forgot to write these in advance. Be sure to join my reader group and be crazy with us.

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