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Finally, Mason breaks the silence, his voice steady and sure. “We’re going to have sex," he states, his tone leaving no room for misinterpretation. “If you want to join us, you can. But we’re going to fuck. With or without you.”
His confidence sends a thrill through me, and I can feel the weight of their expectation hanging in the air.
Yet, an undeniable thrill courses through my veins. This might be a fleeting moment, an encounter I’d remember but never revisit. I’m probably never going to see these guys again, and the temptation is overwhelming. A part of me yearns to let go, to embrace the chaos and the potential for something unforgettable.
“Alright,” I say, the decision echoing louder than my initial reservations. “I’m in.”
CHAPTER 7
MASON
Magnus standsup from the sofa, decisively grasping our hands and pulling us toward his bedroom. The energy in the air is electric, and as we move, I can’t help but feel a rush of exhilaration course through me.
Yet, amidst the anticipation, a small voice whispers caution from the back of my mind. There’s a delicate balance at play here—between desire and the risk of things spiralling out of control. I catch the glint of mischief in Leo’s eyes, and I know he feels it too. We’re both riding this intoxicating wave, but we’re also aware of the potential pitfalls.
As we reach the door, the thrill of the unknown urges me onward. This night holds the promise of blurring all the lines we’ve drawn and crafting memories that could linger long after the moment has passed. If we navigate this carefully, I think we might be able to emerge unscathed.
Leo and I aren’t the type to hook up with random guys. Our history is built on the intimacy we’ve shared solely between us, the thought of introducing someone new into the dynamic feels both thrilling and a little terrifying. I’m unsure of the unspoken rules that accompany an encounter like this, but the allure of breaking free from our comfort zone pulls me in.
We deserve a little fun, right? Technically, we’re not doing anything wrong. It’s not like we’re cheating. And yet, as my heart races with excitement, I can’t help but wonder how this will change everything.
Magnus is the first to sit on the bed, his posture relaxed yet commanding, leaving Leo and me standing awkwardly, caught between anticipation and uncertainty. “Are you guys sure this is what you want?” he asks, his tone steady but carrying a hint of curiosity.
My gaze flicks to Leo, and I take in the way his cheeks are flushed, a rosy hue that signals a mix of alcohol and pent-up arousal. He isn’t fully out of it, I can see the spark of excitement in his eyes, a silent confirmation that he’s intrigued by where this might lead.
“Yeah, we’re sure,” I reply, trying to sound more confident than I feel.
“How about a little game of truth or dare?” Magnus suggests, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he reaches behind his back and pulls off his t-shirt, exposing his toned torso. “But instead of truths, how about drinks?”
“So, drink or dare?” Leo replies, raising an eyebrow.
“Exactly!” Magnus agrees, his energy infectious. He dashes out of the room and returns almost instantly, arms filled with shot glasses and a fresh bottle of vodka that glints under the dim light.
With an expert flare, he sets the shot glasses down in front of us, pouring out three generous measures. “One for good luck?” he suggests, holding up his own glass as if toasting to the adventure ahead.
I exchange glances with Leo, who bites his lip in anticipation, and I can’t help but smile. There’s something liberating about the decision we’ve made and the excitement thrumming in my veins.
“Cheers,” I say, raising my shot glass high as we knock them together, the clinking sound echoing in the charged atmosphere. We down the vodka in unison, the burn warming me from the inside out, affirming that we’re really in this together.
“My turn first,” I declare, the burn of the vodka still lingering in my throat. “Now strip.”
Magnus doesn’t hesitate, his grin widening as he starts to shed his clothes, tossing them carelessly onto the floor without a second thought. There’s a certain boldness in his movements, a carefree attitude that makes the moment even more electrifying.
Leo, on the other hand, takes his time. Even in his drunken state, he meticulously folds his shirt, trousers, and underwear, placing each item neatly on the floor. There’s something endearing about his methodical approach, a contrast to Magnus’s wild abandon.
As both of them stand fully naked before me, I can’t help but watch the dynamic unfold. Their eyes meet, a silent acknowledgment passing between them as they take in each other’s physiques.
I find myself mesmerised, impressed by the sight before me. I’ve seen Leo nude a thousand times, but this feels different, a newfound confidence radiates from him. He stands with his legs shoulder-width apart, chest slightly pushed out, exuding an aura that’s both alluring and commanding, like he’s claiming this space.
Magnus, with his rugged, shorter frame, is the complete opposite of my boyfriend. He possesses that raw, magnetic appeal, exuding a kind of masculine energy that’s undeniably attractive. The contrast between him and Leo creates an exciting tension, one that heightens the air around us.
My gaze drifts down between Magnus’s legs, and I spot something metallic that catches the light, hanging from the tip of his length. Curiosity ignites within me, and I can’t help butwonder how it would feel, would it be cool against my skin, or would the sensation be painful? The thought sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of intrigue and desire coursing through me.
I glance at Leo, whose expression mirrors my own, wide eyes filled with interest and a hint of uncertainty. It’s as if we’re both standing on the precipice of something extraordinary, both intrigued and hesitant to take the next leap.
The air around us thickens with palpable tension as Leo steps closer, his hands moving to strip away my clothes. As soon as his bare chest grazes against my own, an electric thrill courses through me. My nipples tingle with each brush of his skin, and I can feel a sticky trail of precum marking his hip bone.
For so long, I’ve fantasised about Leo touching me like this again. The sensation of his strong body pressed against mine unleashes a wave of overwhelming emotion that catches me off guard. I blink rapidly, feeling the back of my eyes burn with tears that I fight to hold back, this is an intensity I’ve missed.