Rule Breakers (Off Limits #2) - Nicky James Page 0,52
ass I was fucking.
My hips jerked and faltered, and my cock pulsed with more vigor. I squeezed my eyes closed and banished those thoughts because I was still wavering between right and wrong, despite having Edison crushed against me.
But the devil was determined to win. Just as I refocused my thoughts where they belonged, Edison dropped his head back on my shoulder with a whiny moan. “Dad… I can’t… I need… Please.”
I caught Denver’s eyes, my whole body shuddering with the impending orgasm brewing inside me. I skated my lips up Edison’s neck, felt the responding shiver course over his skin as I spoke in his ear. “Make Denver come, and I’ll help you out.”
Edison’s rosy lips parted. He rose and fell, bouncing eagerly on Denver’s cock. My brother writhed and clenched his jaw, head tilted back. He was close. I took a cue from Edison and jacked my hips faster, clinging to my son for leverage.
I didn’t know what turned me on more, Denver’s feverish moans or Edison’s flushed body vibrating with his own need to come.
All I knew was, I was right there too. My legs trembled, threatening to give out. I growled and fucked into Denver, angling a little better and finding that sweet spot. That was all it took. Denver roared, back arching, screaming his pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” I told Edison.
We moved together, milking every ounce of Denver’s pleasure until Edison was whimpering, his cock leaking a steady string of precum over his uncle’s abdomen.
“I can’t… I need…” Another whine.
Denver, coming down off his high, reached over and peeled one of my hands off Edison. “Help him come,” he panted. “Let me watch.”
“Eddy?” I whispered by his ear.
His only response was another whine. His back arched, driving his body back against me as he bounced frantically on Denver’s cock, trying with all his might to find his pleasure but failing.
This was exactly not the time to be changing the rules, but in the heat of the moment, I was no different than the kid I’d left behind twenty years ago. Fuck rules. I hated it when people told me what I could and couldn’t do. Including myself apparently.
As I reached for my son’s cock, my teeth digging grooves into his shoulder, I prayed he didn’t hate me for this later. More so, I hoped when my head cleared, I didn’t have regrets.
Denver wet his lips, his eyes on my hand as I wrapped it around the hot flesh of my son’s straining cock.
“Dad,” Edison rasped, his voice hoarse and needy.
“I’ve got you.”
It didn’t take much. The minute I gave him the tiniest bit of attention, he cried out, jerking in my arms, his cock spurting over my hand.
I growled, unable to hold back any longer at the sight, and pumped into Denver’s ass one more time until I was crying out too, my voice cracking and joining Edison’s.
I bit down on his flawless pale skin, squeezing him so tight in my arms I might have made it hard for him to breathe, but I didn’t care. The ride was intoxicating, and I could do nothing more than hold on.
Coming down from that kind of high was always a trip in itself. Every muscle felt like I’d run a marathon. I trembled and struggled to coordinate my limbs and move. Edison was almost limp in my arms. Denver smoothed his hands over the kid’s thighs as he peered at me. It took a few blinks before he came into focus, but when he did, his smile was radiant.
The realignment of brain cells made me hyperaware of what had happened between Edison and me. I eased him out of my arms. Denver, sensing I needed a minute, collected a sated Edison and drew him down so he lay on his chest.
I left them, retreated to the bathroom, and disposed of the condom before searching Denver’s linen closet for a washcloth. I wet it with warm water and brought it back to my brother, who’d eased Edison onto the bed. My son was more coherent now and watched me approach with a tiny note of apprehension on his face.
Instead of doing the job myself, I passed the cloth to Denver to clean himself and Edison.
Denver got up after, aiming for the bathroom. He caught my arm, kissed my temple, and whispered. “Get in bed. Don’t go home. You’ll freak him out if you leave, and he’ll overthink it.”