Rule Breakers (Off Limits #2) - Nicky James Page 0,51

flush rose in Edison’s cheeks. My fingers faltered. Denver chuckled. “Just saying. It’s true. You should let him have a go sometime.”

Edison glanced from Denver to me, less sure than a moment ago.

“Rules, Den. Don’t fucking scare him.”

I nodded at Edison, and he resumed his position, knowing better than to comment. I focused on Denver’s ass, stretching him, finding his prostate, and giving it all kinds of attention.

Edison hummed when I found it, smiling around the dick in his mouth. “Did you get a taste there, kid?”

He nodded but didn’t stop sucking, hollowing his cheeks as though he could make it happen again.

So I pegged Denver’s prostate again, and I wasn’t sure who groaned louder, Denver or Edison.

“That’s because you taste amazing,” I whispered in my brother’s ear. “He likes it.”

I gave Denver a second finger and told my brother to do the same with Edison. That was when Edison started faltering, unable to concentrate on sucking when his ass was filled. When he reached for his cock, I tsked and ordered him to stop.

He whined.

“Don’t be a child. Patience.”

He growled around the dick in his mouth, and I laughed.

“Are you ready, kid?”

He popped off his uncle’s cock. “Please.”

“Get a condom on him.”

I gave Denver’s ass cheek a slap and bit his earlobe before saying, “You, on the bed. Lie on your back, ass at the edge of the mattress. Got it?”

There was a shuffle of bodies. Denver did as I asked. Edison knelt beside him and rolled a condom down Denver’s length, adding lube and stroking my brother until Denver’s hips kept leaving the bed as he chased the pleasure of a tight grip.

“You gonna ride that cock or play with it?”

“Ride it.” Edison went to move but stopped, unsure. “Which way?” The first note of doubt entered his voice. “Facing you or facing him.”

“Facing him.” I told myself it would be easier. Less banging knees and confusion, but the truth was, the other way around would have put Edison’s cock between us, and I couldn’t promise to follow our rules otherwise. As it was, we were already going to be closer than we’d planned. Touching when we’d said no touching.

Edison nodded, and the hint of worry vanished.

He straddled his uncle, perky ass jutting out and ready. The devil on my shoulder told me to smooth a hand over it, bury a finger inside it to ensure he was ready. I didn’t listen.

I held Denver’s cock as Edison lined up, wiggling a bit to get in place. The kid sank down without hesitation, and I had front row seats, watching my brother’s dick disappear inside my son’s ass. And it was the hottest fucking thing I’d seen in a long, long time.

“Jesus,” I hissed when Edison bottomed out.

Denver groaned and grabbed Edison’s hips, keeping him still, then he caught my eye over the kid’s shoulder and nodded.

I moved into position, my chest pressing against Edison’s back as I lined up with Denver’s ass. He wrapped his legs around my waist, and his heels drew me forward, guiding me inside.

That time, the long groan was my own.

Denver puffed out a shaky breath, his fingers digging grooves into Edison’s pale skin. He was vibrating. “Holy fuck. I’m never gonna last. This is… Jesus. Holy shit.”

No one moved. It took me a minute to strum up the courage, but I wrapped my arms around Edison, pulling him flush against me, bringing my mouth to his ear. “How are you doing? Is this too much?”

“No. I’m good. I really need to touch myself.”

“No. You’re gonna do it just like the other night, and I’m gonna watch. Now show me how you ride your uncle.”

Edison didn’t hesitate. The fact that I was holding him didn’t seem to register on his radar. He lifted himself a fraction, gyrating his body, his muscles moving like waves under my hands.

When he found his rhythm, I found mine too, taking my time, fucking my brother in long slow pushes and pulls. Denver was getting it from both of us, and he was delirious.

With my chin on Edison’s shoulder, I had an incredible view. Not only could I watch Denver slowly lose his shit, but Edison’s cock bounced with his efforts, straining, dripping, and painfully in need of attention.

Pressure from Denver’s heels encouraged me to move faster as his moans amplified, ringing through the room. For a brief moment, my mind went elsewhere. Given our positions, with Edison in my arms, I could almost imagine it was my son’s