His nostrils flared.
I made to move, but he put a hand on my body. “You don’t have to move. Lie down.”
I lay down on the bed and Mateo moved so his body was over mine.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“Yes.” His cock looked so pretty. Long, thick, the vein popping out of the side. The tip already slick with pre-cum, and I wanted to taste him.
I wrapped my fingers around his length. “Don’t you want me to?” I asked. I was going for coy, and as he lowered his body close to mine, I took his cock into my mouth, finally tasting him for the first time.
He was a mixture of salty and sweet.
I moaned around his length, and I got a guttural growl back in return.
His hands cupped my ass, sliding between me and the bed, and then his mouth went back to work on my pussy, licking and sucking at my flesh as I played with his cock.
Mateo didn’t lie still. He rocked his hips back and forth, going in and out, sliding deep, then pulling back, and going deeper still.
I loved the feel of him filling my mouth. How hard he felt, the depth he could go to. I also knew he explored what I could and couldn’t do. The way he hit the back of my throat only to pull back immediately, almost afraid of what I was going to say or do.
To answer him, I lifted my face, taking him in my mouth. Letting him know he didn’t have to be gentle with me. He could take what he wanted and not be afraid of it.
He did and started to rock deeper. Each time he hit my throat, I moaned. Sometimes he made me gag on it, and that felt so good.
The feel of his tongue between my thighs was heaven, and my orgasm built. Mateo had started to use his fingers, pushing in and out, working my cunt and drawing my pleasure closer.
When I came, I couldn’t resist. I jerked up, taking his cock deep into my mouth, almost choking myself on it, and I loved it.
Mateo stroked my clit with his fingers as my orgasm set his off, and he let out a loud growl as he came.
His cum filled my mouth and I had no choice but to swallow it down. This seemed to go on and on, and I milked his cock until he couldn’t take anymore.
I loved the pleasure I gave him, and wanted to keep on doing it, again, and again, never stopping. Always giving him more.
His weight fell on me, and then seconds later, it was gone. He moved so that his face was close to mine, and he kissed me. I tasted my pussy on his mouth.
“Do you have any idea what you fucking do to me?” he asked.
“I’m guessing I make you feel really good,” I said.
He chuckled. “Yeah, you do. Really, really, fucking good.”
He pressed his lips against mine, and at that moment, there was no way this wasn’t anything but perfect.
****
Gideon
Sitting on the stairs, I waited for William to wake up.
Dante had already filled me in on the details. Sian was taken care of with Mateo, which left me to clean up this mess with William.
At some point throughout the night, he must have vomited. There was a nice, big pile of it on the floor, which was just fucking disgusting. I thought we were over this point with William. His need to get overly drunk to cope.
I didn’t have to make too many random guesses as to the cause. Sian leaving us. It had to be that. William didn’t cave to alcohol during stress. His usual tell was pain. The kind he didn’t feel he had a right to vocalize, like now.
With my coffee in my hand, I waited. This was not the first time I’d done this.
He rolled over with a groan and yeah, I was going to be sick as he went straight into the pile of vomit. I believed karma was a real bitch right about now.
“What the fuck happened?” he asked with a groan.
“You tell me.”
William’s head jerked up and he looked at me. “Where’s Sian?”
“Safe and warm.”
“Great. That’s … great.” He ran a hand down his face and then his senses began to come alive. “I was sick, wasn’t I?”
I nodded.
“It’s on me, isn’t it?”
Again, I nodded with a smile.
“You’re getting pleasure out of this, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” I took a swig of my drink.
“It’s not what it looks like,” he said.
“Tell me what it looks like,” I said. “Because to me, it looks like you took Sian out to have a good time. In the process, you realized we could all lose her, and rather than tell her not to go, you got drunk. You also got her drunk in the process.”
William’s shoulders slumped. “I guess you do know what it is all about.”
“Yep.” I finished my coffee, already needing another. Since I hadn’t gone to college at the start of the semester, my father had been putting me to work with small projects for the company. In all honesty, it was boring bullshit. The kind that low-level employees had to do. Invoicing, checking through emails. My dad made me do it in order to earn my keep. I believed it was his way of getting my ass back to school.
“It’s not easy to tell her what I want,” he said. “You know this. After everything that has happened, how can I ask her to stay? To be ours?” William wiped at his face. “I’ve got to go get cleaned up. I’m a mess.”
“Have you ever thought that if we all ask her, and tell her it’s not about the initiation anymore, she might consider staying?” I asked.
I saw the hope in William’s eyes, and I didn’t know if that made me a good person or a bad one.
“I’m not saying it’s going to work, William, but it’s a chance. It has to be Sian’s choice.”
“Of course.” He got to his feet.
If anyone was going to tell Sian how they felt, it would be William; he had no problem talking about his feelings and letting others know about it as well.
I moved out of the way as he made to pass. As I left the hallway, a maid was already in the process of cleaning up his mess. I made a note to get my dad to pay them all a bonus. Cleaning up vomit was gross.
Entering the kitchen, I came to a stop when I saw my father. He sat at the kitchen counter, paper in hand, eating his breakfast.
No one else was around.
In the mornings, he liked to be alone.
“You can stay,” he said.
I went to the coffee pot, filling my mug before turning to see my dad watching me. “I’m guessing a passed-out William with vomit was a lesson you boys were teaching him?”
I nodded.
“Next time make sure someone is here to supervise him. This time you got lucky, but if he hadn’t been on his side, he could have choked on his own vomit.”
“I will.” We were always careful, but my dad was right, I wasn’t willing to let William die to teach him a lesson. “He won’t do it again,” I said.
“The boy is hurting. Chances are, he’s going to do it again. You’re not going to have a single say in that.” My dad folded up the paper and put it to one side.
I stared at my dad. So many questions were on the tip of my tongue and I didn’t ask any of them, even as they festered inside me like old water. Was it my right to ask? Could I judge him?
“Get it out, son,” Lucas said, making me jerk my gaze toward him.
“How?”
“What? I’m going to need more than a how.”