Page 41 of Teach Me To Sin
I can’t decide what I want to look at more–Benji’s pleading body or Colson’s smile. The lawyer jerks himself a couple of times, wipes the excess lube on Benji’s ass, and presses his thick, heavy cockhead against the tiny hole. He circles his hips a few times, eyes focused on the wall above the headboard, then thrusts inside with one very slow but steady push until he’s fully buried. Benji gives a muffled scream into the bed, but he doesn’t do anything to make it stop.
“Alek.” Colson’s voice sounds ragged as Benji’s ass pulses around him.
“Yes?”
“Help him relax for me.” I think he wants me to jerk the boy off, but when I touch Benji’s flank, he chokes out a long sound that’s equal parts pain and need. I stop thinking and do the first thing that comes to me. Dropping flat on the bed, I slide under his hip and stroke my tongue across his cockhead. Benji gasps, then spreads his knees wider like he’s begging for more. The tip looks manageable, so I let it slip into my mouth. His precum tastes a little like mine, but more intoxicating.
Colson pulls most of the way out and thrusts carefully, shoving Benji’s cock deeper along my tongue, then out again, then in. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I keep still and let them use my mouth because I’m addicted to the sound of Benji losing his mind.
When he’s completely frantic, leaking precum all down my throat, Colson taps my shoulder. “Scoot back, princess.” He doesn’t look at me, so I can’t tell if he’s making fun of what Benji said earlier or if, in some strange way, he actually means it.
Colson releases Benji’s wrists and pulls out. “Get ready.” When the boy starts to reach for his cock, Colson slaps his hand away. “No, go on.”
His arms shaking so hard he almost tips over, Benji crawls up the bed and braces himself against the wall. “Are you going to show our princess how you can come without anyone touching your dick?” Colson asks, shoving his cock back in with no warning as Benji gives a guttural moan. The words make me feel like I’m falling through a place with no oxygen, and my spent shaft is already hard again in my palm.
Benji can’t help himself. “Don’t tire yourself out before he gets to see,” he mumbles into his arms.
Colson shoots me a peeved look. I like the face he makes when he’s being teased, begrudgingly happy like it’s the one time he can connect to people without breaking his no-feelings rule. “Enjoy,” he tells me, then grabs the back of Benji’s neck and fucks him viciously, with mechanical jerks of his hips. My own ass clenches at the sight, but I can’t tell if it’s fear or want.
I’m mesmerized by the sight of Benji’s long, arched cock bouncing as the whole bed thumps the wall. Colson thrusts hard with his head tilted back toward the ceiling, then he props his hand against the wall and somehow goes even faster. Benji keens raggedly, arching his back to let Colson’s thick shaft penetrate as deep as possible.
It happens so suddenly it shocks me–Benji’s cock starts spurting cum as it swings with each thrust. He claws at the wall, rocking on Colson’s dick and letting out a jumbled stream of words includingfuck,daddy, andnot fair. I glance up to see if Colson caught the middle word, but he’s too busy jackhammering a mouthy boy into the bed.
With three more brutal thrusts, Colson shoves Benji off his cock and paints cum all across his ass cheeks and up his twitching back as he collapses. Everything goes quiet except for the sound of three men gasping for air. If I’d known this is what sex was supposed to feel like, I never would have spent a decade forcing my body to be something it’s not. I try to convince myself that this magic will happen with any guy, not just Benji and Colson, but my mood starts to sink as I realize this is already over.
Colson leans over and kisses Benji between his shoulder blades, then scoops him up and drops him on his unsteady feet. “Shower before your muscles stiffen up.” When Benji tries to dodge around him and get back in bed, Colson gets up and wraps him in a bear hug. “No one wants you lying around covered in cum whining that you’re too sore to move.” They wrestle and laugh as he drags the brat into the shower, leaving me cross-legged on the bed, dazed and exhausted. The air conditioning plays along my sweaty skin, giving me goosebumps.
Hugging myself, I lie down and pull the corner of the comforter up until I’m mostly covered and can’t hear them splashing around. Benji said the regrets were scheduled for tomorrow, but I think time already started moving again. They’re here, heavy and dark, pressing me into the mattress. This was supposed to be a game, but I’m not having fun anymore. Even though I pretended otherwise, I knew from the start that I’m not built for fun and casual. My heart doesn’t have an off switch, and I’m so starved for connection that even no-strings-attached touch means too much. I should have let those two be together and stayed with Maya. At least everything made sense that way.
The bed dips under me, and I open my eyes to see Colson’s bare thigh. Instead of touching me, he just folds down the comforter until he can see my face. “Hey,” he murmurs, his brow furrowed. He looks sexy with wet, tousled hair dripping onto muscular shoulders.
I can’t think of anything to say that isn’t ridiculous, so I curl up tighter and rest my face against his leg. His hand, damp from the shower, starts stroking my back slowly. I think what makes him so intoxicating is how he doesn’ttryto be kind the way everyone else does, out of some societal sense of goodness. He doesn’t even want to. It keeps spilling out of him by accident, and it drives him crazy because he thinks he needs to be an asshole for his place in the world to make sense.
“I’m going back to my room,” he whispers, brushing a thumb along my ear. “Before Benji comes out and makes a fuss.”
“Okay.” One of my hands sneaks out and finds one of his, pressing our palms together. He doesn’t pull away.
After a long, still moment, he asks, “What are you going to do?”
“Honestly?” I peer up at him. “If you go, I’ll wait for Benji to fall asleep and then probably have a massive panic attack under my covers.”
He sighs. “I think it’s a bad idea for me to stay.”
I don’t mean to scoff bitterly, but it comes out before I can stop it. “A worse idea than the rest of it?”
“Maybe.”
“You know what I think?” Rolling onto my back, I throw an arm over my eyes. All my adrenaline is crashing so hard I can’t control it. “I think I’m a bad idea, and you’re a bad idea, and he’s a bad idea. I don’t think it really matters what we do, because it doesn’t seem like the universe cares if we make all the right choices or all the wrong ones. It just picks people it likes and people it doesn’t like, regardless of whether they’re good or bad. And I think the three of us are people it doesn’t like.”
He’s silent for so long I wonder if he fell asleep sitting up. I jump when he taps two fingers against my ribs. “You’re not going to think that in the morning. Go wash your cum off.”
Benji offers me a sleepy but brilliant smile as I pass him on my way into the bathroom. I can barely manage a grimace in return, but he doesn’t notice. I shower robotically, waiting for the door to bang, but I must have missed it over the water. Once I’m clean, I drape a towel around my waist and stick my head into the room. Colson’s not gone. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed with Benji wrapped around him from behind, staring at his phone.
They both glance at me when I come in. I ask Colson with my eyes why he didn’t go, but he just studies me for a moment, then looks away. “We’re checking on Hamlet and Triss,” Benji informs me, nuzzling the back of Colson’s neck. He has to know that this is ending abruptly in the morning, but he seems much better than me at compartmentalizing. “Some kind of motion alert went off.”
“They’re cruising for trouble,” Colson muses unhappily, squinting at the phone. “This isn’t good.”
I planned to lie down in my bed alone, because it’s the right thing to do and because I’m a drama queen who wants them to come after me, but when he holds up his phone, I’m too curious. Leaning in, I struggle to parse the grainy black and white video of Colson’s kitchen, with two hairy shapes pacing rapidly around.