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coated Alex's jaw and lips.
Alex, still trying to catch his breath, licked his chin and jerked
at the rope.
Billy milked his cock over Alex's mouth and
then slid off of him, trying to stand after the intense climax. He
headed to the bathroom and scrubbed up, looking at his reflection
in the mirror over the sink, seeing all his chest and arm muscles
ripped from the exertion. Top that, Dawson. Billy snarled at his
reflection.
Once he had cleaned up, he stood beside the
bed as Alex recovered. Spattered in both their cum, dripping in
sweat, and sticky with lube, Alex crossed his legs and moaned,
"Love you, love you…love you…"
Billy untied the rope and picked Alex up in
his arms, carrying him to the bathroom. He stood him in the tub and
turned on the water, waiting for it to warm to use the shower head.
Alex, unsteady on his feet, held the wall and huffed for
breath.
Billy entered the tub behind him and washed
Alex, cleaning the cum, the lubricant, everything. He turned off
the water and they both stood still for a moment to recover.
Alex turned to face him, falling against him
and embracing him. "Love you so much."
Billy pulled Alex's hair back in a ponytail,
it had not gotten wet from the water since Alex had just leaned
under the spray to rinse his skin. He kissed Alex with all the
passion he could muster. Begging this young man not to cheat was
not going to prevent him from straying. But making love to Alex,
like no other man could? That was the key.
Billy knew what Alex wanted. And Alex was
addicted to the rough sex.
Needing air, both men parted from the kiss
and met gazes. And as if this last act of sex had made up Billy's
mind he said, "Go. I'm good with it."
"I'm yours, Captain. Believe me, I am so
yours." Alex closed his eyes and held Billy tight.
Billy smiled and squeezed Alex into his arms.
"I know, baby. I know."
~
Mark stared into the bathroom mirror over the
sink vanity. The other three were laughing and chatting outside the
door, getting ready for a bout of their usual weekend playtime.
Mark met his green eyes in the mirror,
pulling his hair back from his face and inspecting his hairless
waxed-chest and ripped abs. The boys were doing well not reminding
him his birthday was approaching. They knew making a fuss would
send him into a tailspin. Mark could see the Botox had worn off
slightly and made a mental note to make an appointment with Dr
Love. He checked his temples for any sign of gray. His father had
gone completely snow white at fifty, but Mark's grandfather on his
mother's side had a full head of black hair, even on his death bed
at seventy-one. Mark never knew his grandparents on his mother's
side. They all lived in England, and most had died before Mark grew
old enough to visit them himself. His mother, Leslie, didn't bother
to contact Mark any longer. Not only was she cold to him as a
child, pushing him off on his nannies, recently Mark had a sneaking
sensation she had written him and his son, Alex, out of the family
inheritance. And with a company like Richfield International, that
meant billions.
Steve entered the room naked, kissed Mark's
shoulder and stood at the toilet to relieve himself. "You up for
it?"
"Hm? Oh. Sure. Yes." Mark wasn't. But he
never said no to his men. He brushed his teeth and dried his hands,
taking another look at himself in the reflection.
Steve flushed the toilet, reaching around
Mark from both sides to wash his hands, while rubbing his cock
against Mark's ass. Steve's smile faded. "You sure? You didn't eat
dinner. Are you feeling weak?"
"Don't be silly. I'm fine." Mark wished he
was not so easy to read.
Once Steve dried his hands he spun Mark
around to face him. "You wanna tell me what happened with Alex and
Billy?"
"Nothing. They'll be fine." Mark smiled his
best fashion model smile.
"You're a lousy liar." Steve held his hand
and led him out of the bathroom.
Jack and Adam were already naked, in bed,
waiting.
Adam narrowed his gaze. "What's
Alex, still trying to catch his breath, licked his chin and jerked
at the rope.
Billy milked his cock over Alex's mouth and
then slid off of him, trying to stand after the intense climax. He
headed to the bathroom and scrubbed up, looking at his reflection
in the mirror over the sink, seeing all his chest and arm muscles
ripped from the exertion. Top that, Dawson. Billy snarled at his
reflection.
Once he had cleaned up, he stood beside the
bed as Alex recovered. Spattered in both their cum, dripping in
sweat, and sticky with lube, Alex crossed his legs and moaned,
"Love you, love you…love you…"
Billy untied the rope and picked Alex up in
his arms, carrying him to the bathroom. He stood him in the tub and
turned on the water, waiting for it to warm to use the shower head.
Alex, unsteady on his feet, held the wall and huffed for
breath.
Billy entered the tub behind him and washed
Alex, cleaning the cum, the lubricant, everything. He turned off
the water and they both stood still for a moment to recover.
Alex turned to face him, falling against him
and embracing him. "Love you so much."
Billy pulled Alex's hair back in a ponytail,
it had not gotten wet from the water since Alex had just leaned
under the spray to rinse his skin. He kissed Alex with all the
passion he could muster. Begging this young man not to cheat was
not going to prevent him from straying. But making love to Alex,
like no other man could? That was the key.
Billy knew what Alex wanted. And Alex was
addicted to the rough sex.
Needing air, both men parted from the kiss
and met gazes. And as if this last act of sex had made up Billy's
mind he said, "Go. I'm good with it."
"I'm yours, Captain. Believe me, I am so
yours." Alex closed his eyes and held Billy tight.
Billy smiled and squeezed Alex into his arms.
"I know, baby. I know."
~
Mark stared into the bathroom mirror over the
sink vanity. The other three were laughing and chatting outside the
door, getting ready for a bout of their usual weekend playtime.
Mark met his green eyes in the mirror,
pulling his hair back from his face and inspecting his hairless
waxed-chest and ripped abs. The boys were doing well not reminding
him his birthday was approaching. They knew making a fuss would
send him into a tailspin. Mark could see the Botox had worn off
slightly and made a mental note to make an appointment with Dr
Love. He checked his temples for any sign of gray. His father had
gone completely snow white at fifty, but Mark's grandfather on his
mother's side had a full head of black hair, even on his death bed
at seventy-one. Mark never knew his grandparents on his mother's
side. They all lived in England, and most had died before Mark grew
old enough to visit them himself. His mother, Leslie, didn't bother
to contact Mark any longer. Not only was she cold to him as a
child, pushing him off on his nannies, recently Mark had a sneaking
sensation she had written him and his son, Alex, out of the family
inheritance. And with a company like Richfield International, that
meant billions.
Steve entered the room naked, kissed Mark's
shoulder and stood at the toilet to relieve himself. "You up for
it?"
"Hm? Oh. Sure. Yes." Mark wasn't. But he
never said no to his men. He brushed his teeth and dried his hands,
taking another look at himself in the reflection.
Steve flushed the toilet, reaching around
Mark from both sides to wash his hands, while rubbing his cock
against Mark's ass. Steve's smile faded. "You sure? You didn't eat
dinner. Are you feeling weak?"
"Don't be silly. I'm fine." Mark wished he
was not so easy to read.
Once Steve dried his hands he spun Mark
around to face him. "You wanna tell me what happened with Alex and
Billy?"
"Nothing. They'll be fine." Mark smiled his
best fashion model smile.
"You're a lousy liar." Steve held his hand
and led him out of the bathroom.
Jack and Adam were already naked, in bed,
waiting.
Adam narrowed his gaze. "What's
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