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Slowly, Blair opens the door, and I’m shocked by how my pulse soars, by how my dick surges. I feel like we’re doing something wrong, but we’re not.
They want to be watched.
We stand in the doorway, and I sway, lust hitting me so hard at what we see.
Booker is topping Carter. They’re naked and kissing on the lavish bed, not even looking up. They’re so lost in the moment together, they don’t care.
God, I don’t want to assume, but it looks like they’re in love—like they’ve been together for a while.
And Brayton’s with his husband, too. They’re beside Booker and Carter on the bed. Brayton has his husband on all fours so they can watch. Then, they glance up and see us doing the same.
“Come in,” Brayton coaxes. “Watch us.”
I get it. I get how our stare makes his carved pecs tense. His muscular hips thrust harder. He grabs his husband’s shoulders, pounding into his backside.
It makes my mouth water how hard Jim’s dick hangs, bouncing as he receives his husband’s fuck.
He loves him. He wants us to see it.
“We’ll watch you come,” I answer, feeling Beau cup my dick. He’s reaching behind him where I stand, stroking his palm over my hard shaft, hidden by my shorts, while I rumble, “We like watching, too.”
It makes Brayton lock his eyes on us. Like he’s proud, his muscles puffing up. Like’s he’s proving his primacy. Like he wants us to witness their love.
We’re making Booker and Carter do the same. They’re grunting as Booker’s hips thrust into Carter, his tempo almost matching Brayton’s while he fucks his husband beside them.
“Damn,” Beau sighs. “Damn, they’re fucking hot and beautiful.” He wraps around Blair, pulling her back against his chest while I hold Beau against mine.
This is new for us. But when we’re connected like this, I’m not afraid. I finally feel like I belong. Like I’m safe. I’m validated.
Men just like me love like me.
All the isolation I felt for years melts away.
The heat of our bodies and the heat of what we’re watching makes me sweat. I start rutting into Beau, my control slowly slipping.
“It’s my turn with your ass tonight.” I tease Beau, but Blair murmurs, “No, big boy. It’s my turn with your ass.”
“Our naughty girl.” I reach around Beau, moving his arm aside so I can palm Blair’s luscious breast.
Damn, our woman has the best pair. Full and lush like her hips, like her ass.
I love everything soft and curving on Blair’s body and everything hard and rigid on Beau’s.
She moans at my touch as I reach, tugging the strap of her dress down. When she wears dresses like this, all retro and sexy with a built-in corset, she doesn’t wear a bra, so I tug the fabric down, exposing what I want, gently pinching her nipple, palming the weight of her breast while I grind into Beau’s ass.
They moan for me. They’re panting, and the sight of us, of our arousal, makes Brayton grunt and growl, his husband crying out like he loves it, too. Quickly, they come. They’re loud about it, which makes Booker and Carter come, too.
I guess having new members and a new audience, one that supports them and relishes what we see, really turned them on.
“Have a good night,” Blair softly says, wedging her body so we can ease back out of the room.
We close the door behind us.
“Now,” I growl. “I don’t need to see more. I need to get fucked.”
As we walk by the other bedrooms, we hear moans. We hear soft laughter. We hear voices easily chatting. Two doors, Ruby’s and Zar’s, I assume, have red ties. The others are all black.
I wonder who’s in them. I wonder what they’re doing, but I need this more.
