Page 39 of Teach Me To Sin
How am I supposed to process that? When I was a celebrity athlete, I slept with a new girl every weekend so that no one would put together the big picture and realize I was basically impotent. Then I became an anxiety-ridden workaholic who couldn’t satisfy his girlfriend. None of that screamssexy. But when Colson says it, he makes anything seem possible.
Hesitantly, I touch the hem of his t-shirt and slip my thumb underneath. His skin feels firm and heated, with a trail of hair under his belly button. When I catch myself and pull away, he grabs my wrist gently and slides my whole hand under his shirt to press flat against his body. I give a soft, embarrassing groan as he slides my palm up, lifting his tee until my fingers find the bottom of his pec.
Then he grips my jaw and coaxes my mouth open with his. I can’t understand how two strangers’ tongues can fit together this perfectly, like they were made for each other. My eyes flutter open while we’re still kissing, and I see Benji sitting on the bed with his hand pushed down his shorts, watching us longingly.
“Benji’s sad,” I announce incoherently, pulling away from Colson.
He frowns at me, then over at the boy on the bed. “Why?”
“I got to kiss you an extra time at the beach, and he feels left out.”
“That makes me sound like a spoiled child,” Benji sulks. “Which is true, but you don’t have to tell everyone.”
With a sigh that sounds more like a chuckle, Colson squeezes my wrist and kisses my neck softly, then crosses the room toward Benji. The atmosphere changes instantly when they look at each other. Those two together have such an unhinged, ferocious sexual energy–completely different from the gentle, almost reverent way they treat me. Maybe I’m the one holding them back.
Colson stops between Benji’s knees and catches him with a loose but firm grip around his throat, forcing his chin up. I can tell Benji’s fighting for more, but Colson holds him still and kisses him softly. “There.” He brushes a thumb along the boy’s jaw. “Satisfied?”
“Show me how you fucking kissed him,” Benji growls, digging his fingers into Colson’s wrist.
They stare at each other for a second, then Colson shoves him roughly onto his back and climbs on top of him. His knees grip Benji’s slim hips and he fists the boy’s hair as they make out more violently than I thought was possible. If Colson had kissed me like that, I probably would have died. Not wanting to ruin the mood, I sit awkwardly near the head of the bed and stare at the wallpaper to give them space. My hard cock feels miserable jammed in my briefs, but I resist the urge to touch it.
Fingers trail across my hip, startling me. When I look over, Benji’s focused on me, even though he’s still pinned down with the lawyer’s mouth on his neck. “Get your clothes off, baby,” he pleads, gasping and arching his back as Colson traces a tongue around his hard nipple.
Colson must be listening, because he pauses what he’s doing to yank off Benji’s shorts, leaving him completely naked. His body is absolutely beautiful, and I can feel the back of my neck burning as I slip out of my shirt and briefs. Benji’s cock is surprisingly big for his size, and Colson’s bulge suggests he’s even bigger. Even in my prime I never looked that good; now I just have an average body that’s let itself go a bit and a dick that runs on the small side.
When I automatically move to cover up my mediocre erection, Benji’s hand snags mine, twining our fingers together. Great, now both of them are watching me. “You’re not allowed to hide from me,” Benji pouts, his green-gold eyes all liquid and longing. “Please come here.”
Pretending Colson’s stare isn’t burning a hole in me, I focus on the boy who has turned my life inside out. I scoot closer and hesitantly brush my fingers along the smooth contours of his chest.
“Guess what?” Benji murmurs with a devilish smile. He cups my face in his palm and draws me down until we’re only an inch apart. His chest rises and falls rapidly against my hip, and I’m sure he can feel me trembling. “I bet there hasn’t been a single day since the locker room where Colson hasn’t imagined you and me playing in bed together. He wants to watch so bad.”
A wave of heat rushes down my spine. “I’m sure he doesn’t–” Shaking off Benji’s hand, I glance over at Colson, waiting for him to deny it. He just tilts his head, his eyes like dark fire on mine, and shrugs one shoulder.
“Oh,” I stammer. “Fuck, really?”
Benji sits up, hooking a finger around my jaw and pulling me back to him. He licks the tip of my nose in a quick swipe, like a naughty kitten. “It’s time to stop thinking, Alek. All the bad decisions are already made. All the breakdowns are scheduled for tomorrow. All the regrets were written in the stars a million years ago. So right now, all you can do is enjoy,” he whispers, studying every part of my face. “Okay?”
If that’s true, if it’s really true, I know what I want. What I’ll always want.
I brush my thumb across his soft lips, then chase it with my mouth. He lets my tongue rediscover all his secrets, all the subtle ways he tastes different from Colson. When I shove deeper, he whines blissfully and writhes in a way that coaxes my hands to explore his warm, tight body, lingering on his thighs and ass. Uncoordinated, we tangle around each other and crawl further onto the bed without separating our lips. Our kissing slides into something frantic and uncontrolled, like teenagers tongue-fucking each other for the first time, and I think some of the slutty moans I can hear are coming from me.
Benji wraps his legs around mine, tilting his hips forward so that his hard cock presses flush against my belly. He can’t get good friction, but he digs his fingers into my shoulders and ruts against me anyway. I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing with my hands, but I act on impulse and use them to pinch and twist his nipples. He yelps into my mouth in genuine surprise, and his cock jumps, leaving a smear of precum on my skin. I pinch them again, then massage the reddened skin soothingly with my thumbs.
I jerk in surprise when Colson’s naked body presses along my back, his erection long and rock hard between my ass cheeks. It’s one thing to tell my brain that I’m going to sleep with two people at once, but nothing could prepare my body for the feeling of being trapped between them–four hands exploring my most vulnerable places, two mouths on my sweaty skin, two needy cocks prodding me. Breaking away from Benji, I struggle to roll over and find some semblance of control again. When that doesn’t work, I go still, my heart pounding with barely contained panic.
“Oh baby,” Benji breathes, stroking my neck and cheeks. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” When I meet his eyes, he nods and smiles. His bright irises are cloudy with lust, and his cheeks and mouth are both flushed. “Can we play with you until you come?”
The not thinking thing lasted for no time at all. “Is that how it’s supposed to go? Everyone at different times? Is there an average total time…just because you know, we have to wake up at…” I trail off when I feel Colson laughing with his face in my neck. “I’m justsaying.”
Benji groans teasingly, stretching and rubbing his eyes. “Aww. We’ll work on the dirty talk.” Then he catches my chin lightly in his fingers and pulls our foreheads together. “Do you trust us? Not, like, all the time, but right now. Like this.”
I want to obsess over the words he’s not saying and the questions he’s not asking, but I remind myself of the rules. We’re living in that split second between the fuckup and the realization. We’ve captured it and drawn it out into hours where the guilt belongs to yesterday and tomorrow, but never here. “I do.”
“Good.” The lithe boy nuzzles his face up under my jaw, kissing down my neck and across my chest. He laps roughly at my nipples and sucks them until they’re sensitive and sore. Colson wraps his fingers around my forehead and pulls my head back against his chest, trapping it there while he reaches down with his other hand to toy with my desperate cock. I make a pathetic, pleading sound when he strokes it firmly. Every time he gets to the top, he slides his thumb hard across my swollen head and it melts my entire body into putty in their hands.
Benji kisses me again, then turns my face until Colson can lean over, his big cock wedged against my back, and trade Benji’s soft tongue for his thicker, rougher one. They pass my mouth back and forth so many times it makes me dizzy, until I can’t think anymore and all that’s left is feeling. And the whole time, that practiced hand is working my cock until I’m so close to coming that I struggle to pull away.
Colson murmurs something I can’t understand, and Benji hisses “Fuckyes.” Snaking his arms around my neck so we can kiss again, he works his hips against mine until our cocks are pressed together.