Tangled Together | CH. 3 (Roommate Bonding Time 16)

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CHAPTER 3

I’d been sizing up Dante since I first met him, unsure where the theater ended and the actual man began. He was hot, that’s for sure, dark and mysterious and … damn hot. But he was dangerous. Clearly too insecure to let his true self show. Full of this fake bravado. One of these days, I was gonna crack him—but for now, I’d let him think he had control. If only because I was too fucking excited to see Chris come undone while helping Dante edge him. That was gonna be damn fun.

I leaned into Chris’s neck and laid my lips on the soft, salty skin there just enough to feel the pulse hammering beneath. He leaned into my lips, desperate for any kind of touch.

“Breathe,” I whispered, pulling back enough that only my breath ghosted his neck now.

I was going to drag this shit out as long as possible.

Breath came in shaky gasps from his mouth.

“Deep breaths, pretty boy,” I growled.

He sucked in a deep breath, and let it out slow.

“Good boy,” I said, brushing my mouth on his neck again as a reward.

The stifled whine he let out when I stepped back again made me chuckle.

Dante watched, pacing back and forth in front of us like a predator planning the most ruthless way to claim his kill. His brows relaxed like he’d decided something … right before a sly smirk colored his lips.

Dropping to his knees—he painted a slow stroke up Chris’s rock-hard shaft with his tongue, swirling at the tip.

Pre-cum trailed between his cockhead and Dante’s tongue in a way that made my cock throb relentlessly.

Chris let out a moan of desperation.

“Do you like that, baby? Does my tongue on your cock feel good?” Dante asked Chris, tauntingly.

“Fuuuck yes … I love it.” his thighs were shaking.

“Easy,” I murmured in his ear. “We’ve got you.”

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Holy fucking shit, I can’t believe this is happening.

Liam’s strong callused hands over my shoulders, my nipples, my stomach, and everywhere, were enough to make me moan in pleasure—but not enough to take me over the edge my body was desperately aching to jump off of. I couldn’t fight the undeniable, eager need in my balls. I needed someone’s touch.

“Please …” I breathed.