Rule Breakers (Off Limits #2) - Nicky James Page 0,29

into the room, I unzipped my jeans. Several years ago, I developed a strong dislike for underwear. Ever since, I went commando. So with my pants open, there was no barrier between me and my dick. Pulling it free from the confines of my pants was a relief. Stroking its length and watching my brother’s hole clench and unclench was enough to make my chest shudder.

I shoved my pants off, kicking them aside, refusing to look at the kid to see if he was watching. From the corner of my eye, I already knew he was.

Paying him no mind, I scooped the condom off the bed and sheathed my length before adding a thick coating of lube. The easy glide after made my eyes flutter closed as I continued to work myself with my hand.

After a few long pulls, I refocused on Denver. All Denver. No one else. Edison was a figment of my imagination, nothing more. He wasn’t here. He wasn’t watching.

“Do you need to be prepped?” I asked my brother as I dragged a lubed finger over his hole, circling his pucker once before gliding lower and giving his balls a gentle squeeze.

“No, I’m good.” His voice was husky with need. “Just fuck me. I need to come so badly I’m going to lose my mind.”

At his entrance again, I sank a single finger inside, wanting to feel him. His body swallowed it, clenching and pulling me deeper. I groaned, my dick responding by jumping and aching.

“You’re really tight. Are you sure?”

Denver glanced over his shoulder. “I’m sure. I’ve been waiting twenty fucking years for this to happen again. Don’t toy with me, Har. Come on.”

I stood between his spread legs and slapped my cock against his hole a few times before sinking inside in one long delicious thrust. Our moans mingled and filled the air. I closed my eyes and fought for control. Twenty years was right. I’d craved this just as much. Missed it just as much.

When I bottomed out, I took two handfuls of Denver’s ass and spread his cheeks, admiring our connection. “Fuck, you’ve always looked good with my dick inside you.”

A tiny squeak of noise drew my attention to Edison. His head had lolled to one side so he could watch. His wide gray eyes were glued to where my dick had vanished.

A tingle of apprehension hit me out of nowhere, and I stalled. Edison must have sensed my reticence. His eyes locked with mine.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

I told myself this was for Denver and me. It had nothing to do with the look in Edison’s eyes. Nothing to do with the eager way he wet his lips or the enthusiasm behind the delivery of those two simple words.

But I was lying to myself.

“Don’t stop.”

When I moved, when I fucked into my brother’s tight hole, I couldn’t help acknowledging the kid was right there, looking on with wonder and excitement. I slowed my pace and savored the visual of sinking in and out of my brother.

Denver was long past coherent, and each long thrust drove him closer to completion. My blood was on fire. My knees shook. A curling ball of warmth gathered in my groin and spread through my extremities.

It had been far too long since I’d felt anything remotely close to this.

Edison propped himself up on an arm and shimmied closer. He was at the corner of my vision the whole time, and I couldn’t help focusing on the expectant shine radiating off him. He was buzzed. He was drinking this up.

With a glance I would berate myself for later, I also knew Edison was hard again. Fuck, to be young.

“Harley.” Denver called my name and brought me back to the task at hand.

I drove my hips forward, jarring him harder, making him grunt and groan. A tiny little voice in the back of my head wanted to tell Edison to help his uncle out, to stroke him or crawl underneath and suck him until he came, but I couldn’t bring the words to life. They were ludicrous. Edison wasn’t there. He was not watching. He was not part of it.

Lies.

I ramped up my efforts doing all I could to focus on Denver and only Denver.

But life was twisted, and the devil sat right there in the room with us, encouraging us to indulge in this immorality to the maximum.

A small voice beside me said, “Make him come, Dad.”

I was done for. Edison’s not-so-innocent request unleashed the beast