Page 68 of Teach Me To Sin
“No, no, no.” Alek sits up indignantly. “You can’t do that.”
“Whoops, already did.” I tug at his outermost t-shirt. “Off you come.”
Colson sits up and puts his mouth close to my ear. “I guessed your answer, little fish. The shorts need to go.”
I can feel my cock starting to leak as I untie the drawstring with one hand and kick them onto the floor. Colson bought me a pack of briefs at the store, but he estimated a size too small. The scrap of red cotton leaves nothing to the imagination as it rides up the top of my thighs and strains around my erection. Instead of doing anything to help make me more comfortable, Colson just lies down again, his hair tickling my bare legs, and rubs his cheek against my bulge.
“Please ask a question Alek,” I beg, my voice wobbling. “This game needs to be over.”
“What’s my favorite band?” Alek props himself back on his hands, his serious eyes happy and hazy with lust.
“Ummmm.” I close my eyes and concentrate. “I’m going emo. Fall Out Boy or something.”
“It’s a trick,” Colson mutters. “It’s either something pretentious like the London Philharmonic Orchestra, or it’s some metal band with a name like The Six-Horned Baby Eaters.”
“Nope.” He looks so proud. “Benji strips and loses, and I win.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “What was the answer, though?”
“I don’t have a favorite band. I prefer to work in silence.”
We both gawk at him for a moment, then Colson sits up and leans forward on his elbows, his face close to Alek’s. “You areshameless. Leading questions are cheating.”
“Are they, Mr. Lawyer?” Alek’s shit-eating grin widens. “Is there an objection in the courtroom?”
His voice hitches when Colson shifts even closer, until their foreheads are touching. “The game’s over, princess,” he growls softly. “Get your fucking clothes off.”
Alek’s mouth hangs open as the older man sits back. Then he stumbles to his feet and starts peeling off layers. I move to pull down my briefs, but Colson catches my eye and shakes his head. Oh god. I like the way he thinks, and I really like the way he talks.
When Alek is fully naked, his erection bobbing as he moves, Colson nods at me. “I think Benji needs assistance.” Between the sexy purr of his voice and the way Alek’s eyes devour me, I can’t help the whine that slips out of my mouth. Kneeling in front of me, Alek curls his fingers in the waistband of my briefs and slides them down until my cock springs up, wet and very hard. He doesn’t even bother to pull my underwear off before he’s licking my shaft hungrily. The hot drag of his tongue makes my toes curl.
I feel Colson kiss my bare shoulder, and watch his hand caress the back of Alek’s neck. “Do you want him to suck you?” Colson murmurs against my skin. Alek gazes up at me, his eyes glassy.
“Yeah,” I whisper, holding his stare.
The fact that he has no clue what he’s doing makes it a hundred times sexier as he wraps his lips around my cockhead and sucks, his tongue brushing my slit. Colson puts a hand on the back of his head–not pushing him down, but preventing him from pulling off. When Alek grunts and sinks a little deeper down my shaft, the hand follows. He works Alek painstakingly slowly along my shaft until I can feel the tightness at the back of his throat and Alek gags, drooling down my cock. “Fuck,” I hiss as he swallows messily and tries to lick me.
When Alek gags again, harder, Colson lets him up. Gasping for air, he drops his head against my thigh, and I use my thumb to tilt his jaw until I can see the streaks of tears and spit on his usually perfect face. Colson reaches over and brushes his finger across Alek’s wet, full lower lip. “You need to go easy tonight, Benji. I’ll take care of this one.”
Alek gives a quiet groan, and I brush his hair back out of his face. “Don’t be scared. He’s really good.”
Wiping off his cheeks, he lifts his head and furrows his eyebrows at me. “Wasn’t I good?”
“Mmmmm…” I giggle at the pissy look on his face. “You were enthusiastic, and that was really hot.”
Alek scoffs, then grabs one of the many t-shirts on the floor and scrubs the rest of the spit off his chin. The couch isn’t big enough for three, and the dogs are giving us irritated looks, so we stumble down the hall to the master suite. I push a big, puffy pillow up against the headboard and recline on it, folding my arms behind my head. “Put on a show for me.”
Colson, who never took off more than one sock, strips off the rest of his clothes and tosses them aside to expose his toned, glorious body and thick erection that jerks when he climbs onto the mattress. Alek watches him for a moment, stroking his own dick slowly, then crawls after him. They meet on their knees in the middle of the bed, their mouths devouring each other as Colson roughly gropes Alek’s ass and Alek ruts their stiff cocks together. I can’t tear my eyes away as I jerk myself off, my dick already on the edge of exploding.
Colson pushes Alek onto his back and straddles his hips, holding him with a hand on his chest. “Tell me what you want.”
Alek is breathing hard, his nostrils flared and his eyes pleading. “I want to know what it’s like to be fucked. Why it makes people cry and beg.”
Letting out a slow breath, Colson smiles dangerously and tenderly at the same time, then leans over and kisses his throat. “Watch me carefully. I’ll show you.”
He catches Alek’s wrists and guides them over his head, until the man’s fingers find the wooden slats of the headboard and instinctively wrap around them. “Don’t let go.”
Taking care with my cast, I roll onto my side and watch as he spreads Alek’s thighs. The man’s whole body twitches when Colson brushes a finger over his hole. “You’ve never even played with it before?” I ask in awe. Alek shakes his head quickly, swallowing a whimper when Colson starts rubbing in slow, firm circles. “That’s so hot,” I whisper as I lean over and lick along his jaw, enjoying the taste of his sweat.