It had been weeks since I last saw Hank. Weeks of anticipation. I hated waiting, but more than that, I hated feeling like I was on the outside of things.

Noah and Hank had time to cultivate something strong, but I didn’t. My fault. I urged Noah to talk to him at the party. I thought I’d be brave enough to swoop in at the right time, but all I could do was look at them together.

Unbeknownst to them, I snapped a picture. Right at the perfect moment, I caught the glazed look in their eyes. There was something there, and it turned me on to think that Noah could finally have his moment with an omega.

Now, I wanted mine.

The panties were too big for him, and there wasn’t enough variation. If I knew anything, it was style. Contacting our designer, Andrew Mackintosh, I had him create a whole new set. This time, it wasn’t just panties.

Hank finally called me, inviting me over to the Leather and Lace. Apparently, there were already some interested buyers. Something lurched inside my stomach whenever I thought about it. Odd, I didn’t have much of a connection to the place. It just didn’t feel right to have a piece of history turned into something stale and lifeless.

Hank still hadn’t agreed on doing the shoot with me, but I had a feeling we had it in the bag. I wasn’t worried about that anymore. Besides, I had already decided on helping him sort his bills with the club.

Noah had secured some grant money for the project, enough to cover the rent for the warehouse, but he was constantly worrying that we’d overspend. If we wanted to help Hank, we couldn’t.

As I drove to meet Hank at the Leather and Lace club, I glanced over at the black lace stockings, angel white bra and panties, lace boxers and socks, and choker. I didn’t have the time with him that Noah and him had, but I did have the items that would make his cock grow fondly. In time, we could develop something more, I hoped.

When I arrived at the club, Leo was exiting the building. “Shit, shit, shit,” I muttered to myself. Trying to act as normal as possible, I parked the car and waved. In a hurry, I stuffed the women’s underwear and clothing into the glove compartment. They didn’t fit at all, and the pile of clothing came tumbling out onto the floor of my car.

Leo was already at my window, knocking politely, but I had a feeling that whatever he was going to say would be anything but polite. I rolled down the window and coughed. “Hey,” I said.

Leo shook his head. “So, you went ahead and did it,” he said.

“I’m not sure I know what you’re—”

His big hands fastened around the barrier of my window. “Don’t get fresh. You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he said.

“I don’t need to prove myself to you,” I said.

Oddly enough, he agreed with me. “No, you don’t. I just want to make sure that you’re in this for the right reasons,” he said. “I know all about Kenny Lorel. What he did was disgusting.”

“I’ve explained everything to Hank. I hate the guy as much as you do,” I said.

“I don’t want you two to break his heart,” he said. “He’s already gone through enough.”

“Hank isn’t as fragile as you think,” I said. “And whatever he wants, he can have.”

Like a soft peach, I would taste him, savoring every last drop.

Leo released himself from the inside of my window, allowing me to step out of the car. Strangely, he put out his hand. I merely looked down at it, unaware of his intentions. “We’re cool as long as you guys treat him right,” he said.

“We are?” I asked.

“Sure. Why not? We’re all adults here,” Leo said.

Agreeing with him, I shook his hand. “You’re a good friend, looking out for him like that,” I said.

“I have to run. Lots of wedding plans to go over. Hayden hasn’t slept in a week, the poor guy. I’ll see you soon, Adam.”

Without knowing how to react, I did my best to smile. “Yeah. Goodbye, Leo. Oh, and good luck on the wedding,” I said. He got into his car and drove away.

It wasn’t long before Hank stepped out of the club with a few contractors. The three of them were going over papers, talking about their plans for the space. “If you approve of the plans, we can get this baby into escrow faster than you think. A four-story condominium complex would really spruce up the neighborhood.”

Hank’s eyes connected with mine. Leaning against the car, I felt the urge to jump in there and help him, but this was Hank’s club. It was his decision, and I didn’t want to meddle with that.

“I don’t know,” Hank said. “It just feels weird to tear this building down to replace it with another generic apartment complex.”

“Condominiums,” the man said.

The man’s work partner stood by him, hands in his back pocket, fingers caressing his thick leather wallet. “You probably have a lot of offers already. It’s a popular area. We’re willing to give you a pretty penny for it,” he said.

Hank’s eyes widened. “How much are we talking here?”

“Seven figures,” he said.

Seven figures sounded nice to Hank. Of course, it did. But I hoped he wouldn’t fall for their tricks. They’d end up paying him a fraction of what they’d agree on and stick him with fees.

Hank was smart enough not to agree on a payment figure. Smiling and shaking their hands, he told them he’d call them when he had an idea of what he wanted. As soon as they left, I rushed over to him.

“Sorry it took so long for me to get here,” I said.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I’m actually glad you didn’t come earlier. You would have hated those guys.”

Awkwardly biting the edge of his lip, Hank walked forward and hugged me. Crippling shyness wasn’t the sexy alpha trait most men looked for in a partner, so I used what I had to my advantage. I stayed silent and bold, taking his hand into mine.

With Hank, everything felt different. He was loose and gentle, daring to push me out of my quiet nature. Slowly, but surely, the anxiety faded away.

Kissing each cheek, he pulled back, blushing. “This… it’s weird, right?” My stomach dropped, but then he continued. “We haven’t really gotten to know each other yet. That makes me a little sad.”

Hank’s mouth was waiting like a question mark. His face was perfect—his soft lips turning into a sugary smile, his perfect teeth, and the light blue eyes of an inviting and beautiful soul was what drew me in.

His eyes trailed down to my mouth. Did he know what I was thinking? I wanted to kiss him, for real this time. But as soon as he turned around to head back inside the club, I knew something was on his mind.

Inside the club, everything had been stripped apart. The old maze was now a long and empty hall, and all of the prison-like bars had been removed from the rooms. “You’ve taken everything down,” I said.

“Yep. It’s a part of life, though, right?” Hank made his way toward the bar. “Would you like a drink? I’m pretty thirsty.”

“I’d love a drink,” I said.

Hank winked. He slid a stiff glass against the bar, straight into my hands. Walking around the bar, he sat down next to me, making sure that his legs brushed against mine. “We can loosen up and relax. We deserve that,” I said.

“We do,” I said. “Cheers.”

All I wanted from him was one kiss. Hank seemed to be thinking the same thing. His hand had moved against the center of his jeans. I couldn’t stop staring at his lips, waiting for him to give me a sign that he was ready.

“Have you thought about my proposal?” I asked him.

Hank nodded. “I have.”

“And?”

A faint smile fell on his face. “What do you think my answer is?”

His eyes were daring me to act. I stood up and spread his legs open. “I think you love every second with us,” I said.

“Is that so?” A sharp grin formed on his face.

Slowly nodding, I took his chin into my hands. “You can’t wait to dress up all cute for us,” I said.

He swallowed hard. Then, his eyes connected with mine on a deeper level. When I finally kissed him, everything seemed to turn quiet like the moment of silence before you hit your finger against the trigger of a camera.

I pulled back and sighed with pleasure. “You taste good,” I said.

“Keep kissing me,” he whispered.

We kissed again. My heart was sent straight through my chest. It knocked the breath right out of my lungs, pushing me even closer to him. My fingers gripped his body. All I wanted was one moment to discover him, to feel his soft skin, and run my hands through his sandy hair. My veins throbbed, my heart expanded, and I inhaled his rich scent. Maybe he wasn’t in heat, but he sure smelled ripe enough to slide into.

When we let go, we gasped for air. A smile escaped from my mouth, and I started to laugh, feeling overjoyed by the whole experience. “Shit,” I muttered.

“I didn’t expect that to be so good,” he admitted.

There was no beating around the bush. I wanted to breathe him, to lick him, to taste him. I yearned to experience him with Noah, and finally bring him into our circle of trust.

“I want you to come back to our place tonight,” I said.

“And what if I say no?” he asked, taunting me.

“You won’t say no,” I said. “I know you want this as bad as I do. As soon as you saw me at the party, you wanted me to say something to you.”

I had no idea if that was true, but I hoped it was. Hank bit his lip and laughed quietly. “I don’t like admitting these things aloud. I don’t want to seem like a fan-boy.”

I was surprised. “A fan-boy?” I knew he was a fan of my work, but I didn’t know how much my photography had moved him.

“Duh. Your photos were everything to me growing up,” he said.

“That’s beyond cute,” I said. He blushed. Stepping forward, I kissed his cheek, inhaling that sweet scent of his.

“Come over later,” I repeated. “You have to. You can have whatever photos you want. I don’t give a shit. I just want to feel you.”

“What else do you want?”

The panties and lacy outfits were in my car. I brought them for a reason, and this time, it wasn’t to take pictures. “I have some clothing items for you. I want you to put on your favorite pair. I want you to wear them for me all day. Then, when you come over, I want you to strip for us.”

Down to the bone…

Hank swallowed. I reached forward to touch him. His cock was so hard that it was almost unbelievable. Knowing what would happen next, I stood up from the chair. I lowered my head and kissed his lips one more time.

Walking back toward the entrance, I said, “Don’t give those guys what they want. They just want to bleed you dry. They don’t have a clue what this community stands for.”

Hank shook his head and cringed. Apparently, he knew more about them than I thought. “Yeah, I know. But what can you do? I need to do something fast.”

Another condominium complex taking over our safe havens… it just felt so fucking wrong to me. Maybe my artwork wouldn’t do anything for future generations, but at least I remained true to myself.

Maybe we could postpone everything. “Just don’t sign that contract,” I said. “I’ll give you some money to pay the minimums.”

Hank didn’t respond, but he did promise to think about it. For the time being, that was enough to appease me.

“Follow me to the car. I want to show you something before I leave,” I said.

I opened the car door and leaned inside, grabbing the pile of lacy panties, as well as a duffle bag to conceal them inside.

Handing him the bag, I leaned against my car. “I had these made just for you. Let me know if everything fits. I did my best to guess your size,” I said.

Hank gulped and took each pair of panties into his hand. Running his fingers across the delicate fabric, he exhaled forcefully. “You really went above and beyond with this,” he said.

Above and beyond was my forte, but that’s not why I did it. Imagining Hank bent over for Noah and I turned me on. I wanted to spank him and have as much fun time as we could. Of course, there was the creative necessity of the photos, but that was starting to feel like a second priority.

“I know this isn’t your first time wearing women’s clothing,” I said. “You deserve the best.”

Hank’s fingers felt around the stitching. Currently looking at a white pair with a rose stitched in the center, he let out a sigh of anticipation.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he said.

“You’re actually coming?” I asked.

“I’ll do more than come. I’ll do whatever you both tell me to.”

* * *

The high-rise was a perfect place to shoot in, but Noah didn’t agree. He was always so serious about the business end of things. “We paid for the warehouse. We should at least get it set up,” he said.

My mind was racing with all the things I could do to Hank. Fairly quickly, I had forgotten all about the damn pictures. My mind was focused on Hank’s puckering hole and stiff cock tucked behind those pink panties.

“Forget the pictures, Noah. Tonight is about exploring each other,” I said.

Noah nodded, but his gaze was fixed elsewhere. Outside, snow had begun to fall, odd for November, but not unheard of. “Oh, what’s wrong? I thought you liked him too. You were so excited the other night.”

Something was stuck on the edge of his tongue, something he didn’t want me to hear. Finally, after careful consideration, he let me have it. “You’re starting to slip,” he said. “This was supposed to be a comeback move, and now all you care about is getting your dick wet.”

“It’s part of the process,” I lied.

Nothing I would say could appease Noah, and I suspected that there was more on his mind than the photos. I stood up and lit a few scented candles. Noah moved against the leather chair.

“The process. So, that’s what it is,” he said.

“You don’t want to share him, do you?” I asked. “Because if that’s the case, I think we should call the whole thing off. It’s dangerous.”

“It’s not that,” he said.

Setting the lighter on the marble table, I walked over to him and dropped carefully to my knees. I grabbed his feet and started massaging, lovingly. “Baby. Light of my life. What’s wrong?” I asked.

Noah made a noise, but I wasn’t sure if it was a moan or a sigh. He ran his hands through my hair. “Are we doing this right?” he asked.

I stopped massaging. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. I’m getting older, Adam. Maybe it doesn’t matter, but it matters to me, deeply,” he said.

“A child. Is that what you’re thinking about?” Noah’s body stiffened as soon as I said it. He nodded, looking ashamed.

“It’s dumb. I know it’s just my head telling me that it’s time. Still, it hurts knowing that I might never get the chance to raise a child. Doesn’t it bother you?” Noah asked.

I loved children, but I was older. I just didn’t get my shot. “When we first met, you said you didn’t want a child. What changed this year?”

Noah leaned forward and kissed the top of my head. I looked up at him and tried my best to ease his worries. My beautiful Noah was so complex. He was an alpha, but he sure didn’t behave like one. To a degree, I didn’t either.

“You changed me,” Noah said. “Love changed me.”

I stood up and held my hand out. He got out of the leather chair and walked toward the bar to pour himself some water. “We’ve been together for such a long time, Noah. If I changed you, why did it take so long?”

“I can’t explain it. I’m almost thirty now. I don’t have anything to my name. I’m just a manager, for fuck’s sake.”

I watched as he poured the fizzy water into the glass. The bubbles frothed as they made their way to the top. He didn’t understand what it was like to be called to a profession like mine. Nobody did.

Night after night, fans would come up to me, pouring their kind hearts out. If they were drunk enough, they’d tell me how free I was. Free. That word always felt like an elaborate lie. Artists weren’t free. They were caught in a web of afflictions. It was a burden to create.

“You have complete autonomy,” I said. “Do I not let you do whatever you want? A baby would just constrict you.”

Noah laughed and took a sip of his water. His eyes seemed to smile. “Maybe I want to be constricted.”

“You’ll regret it,” I said.

“Actually, I don’t think I would.” Noah walked around the bar and dropped his arms around my neck. “Don’t you want a baby of your own?”

Deep down, I did. But I was practical, and I worried that I couldn’t be a good father. Plus, I couldn’t help but feel that our situation wasn’t the ideal one to raise a kid in. Three guys raising a baby? What would the other parents think?

But, in a way, he was right. Every alpha had something in them that was pushing them toward starting a family. We just never found the omega that fit. “If it were possible, I’d love to have one, but it’s not. I’m almost forty now. We never found an omega that was young enough to bear children.”

“There are plenty of older omegas that have children,” he said.

Sure. From time to time, it happened. Just the other day, I saw a report on the news about one. It didn’t take away from the fact that it was rare.

“And you think Hank can?” I asked.

Noah sucked in his lower lip. “I do,” he said.

I walked toward the glass windows of my apartment and looked down at the city. The faint snowflakes had melted already. “But why? I have yet to figure that out. You’re basing this off of nothing,” I said.

“I can smell it on him. His scent. It’s unique,” Noah said.

That didn’t mean anything to me, but Noah was a better expert on the subject than me. If he believed Hank was a good candidate, then I’d back him on that. But there was one huge problem. “I don’t think Hank wants a kid.”

“Well, yes. There is that,” Noah said.

“So…”

“Do you love him?” Noah asked.

I let out a hearty laugh. Love? No way. “My love is reserved for you only, my dear,” I said.

“Yes, but things could change. All I’m asking is that you keep an open mind. Okay?” Noah asked.

I walked over to kiss him once more. “Okay,” I said. “You’re right. I’ll keep an open mind, but I’m going to need you to loosen up if we’re all going to have some fun together tonight.”

In the next hour, Noah did just that, and I joined him. Once we heard the light knock from our expected omega, I opened the door. The candles were lit, the champagne bottles were out, and the stereo was playing music.

“Hey. I’m a little early. Hope that’s okay,” Hank said.

I waved him inside. “No worries at all. Come in,” I said.

I took his coat and hung it on the coatrack. Instantly, I was reminded of when I left my jacket at the party. As Hank walked inside, Noah hugged him and kissed the side of his neck. I was already turned on, but seeing them together drove me crazy.

Hank was around the same height as me, but Noah was a few inches shorter. Hank had to bend his body and cradle Noah’s head to get a good enough grip on him. I gently closed the door and walked over to the bar, keeping my eyes focused on them.

When they finally released, Noah bit his lip and smiled. “Damn,” he whispered to himself.

“You can’t believe I’m doing this, can you?” Hank asked. The three of us laughed a little. “I can’t either. But I’ve always liked trying new things.”

“I’m glad you came,” I said. “We both are.”

The two walked up to the bar and sat down. “We should celebrate,” Noah said. “Pop open that champagne I got the other day, Adam.”

I already had it cooling in the ice bucket underneath the bar. I reached down and felt the glass. Yep, it was cold enough to lower our hot bodies temperature down. Before popping the cork open, I felt like I should make a toast.

I held the bottle in the air, and nudged my thumb against the cork. “To new beginnings,” I said.

The cork popped into the air, ricocheting off of the glass windows. The champagne suds shot out of the bottle’s front end, reminding us what tonight was really about: finding new sources of pleasure.

I poured three big glasses of champagne and held our drinks together before swallowing down the alcohol. I never liked to jump into things too fast.

First, I wanted to watch them together, and Noah knew that. “Let’s go over to the couch,” Noah offered.

“Okay.” Hank awkwardly made his way toward the couch. I wondered where the panties were, but I figured he chickened out. Oh well, I thought. There was always next time.

There was a definite tension in the air. The three of us knew what the end result was going to be, but jumping into it too fast would’ve felt weird.

I turned off the music and sat down on my leather chair. Noah was an alpha, but I was the alpha in charge. I called the shots. “I want you two to kiss,” I said.

Biting his lips, Hank stared at me as Noah pet his thigh. He let out a short laugh of anxiety. “I felt how hard you were earlier, Hank. Go ahead. I want to watch you.”

“I’ve just never done this befo—”

Noah’s gentle fingers swiveled up the center of Hank’s pants, landing directly on his belt buckle. “Shh,” he whispered. “I’ll take care of you, omega. Don’t worry.”

“Fuck,” Hank moaned, finally leaning back. The click of his belt echoed loudly off of the tall apartment roof. His body seemed to stiffen, but Noah didn’t stop.

“Stop thinking, Hank,” I said.

“Is that a command?” he asked.

“Do you want it to be?”

Hank looked at me, letting Noah’s hands zip down his pants. That’s when I saw the bright color. Pink. The laces, shaped like pretty flowers, lined the top. They were so beautiful, so innocent and cute.

Jesus. My heart pounded against my sternum. I reached for my glass and drank the rest in a hurry. A wave of heat washed over me from head to ankle. There was an instant, intense arousal. Cock hard with lust, I leaned back and took a deep breath, holding the oxygen in as long as I could. When I released, I felt dizzy.

“Come. Play with us,” Hank finally murmured. “I want you with us.”

Before I could even act or even take off my clothes, Hank crawled to the floor, bent on all fours, moving toward me. Noah pulled down his pants, edging over his cute, round rump. I stood up and carefully took off my shirt. His crawling body stared up at me.

Hank’s eyes were half closed. His lips, slick and wonderful, pulled me in. I lowered myself to smell his scent, and once I breathed him in, I placed my thumb against his doll-like pucker. “Suck it, baby,” I whispered.

Tilting his head back in ecstasy, he sucked it back. The circle of trust had formed—Noah and I locked eyes and seemed to understand that. Hank was going to be ours, but for how long, we didn’t yet know.

His mouth felt so soft against my thumb. I inched it away from it as slowly as I could, finally bringing my mouth near. When our lips met, it was like the ceiling opened up above us. Our tongues intertwined, drawn in by a unique taste, and together, we fell into a burning fire of desire.

Nothing could stop us.

Nothing. No one. Not even me.”

Hank obediently waited for Noah. The fear was gone from his eyes. Mouth open with seriousness, he shaped it into a smile.

“You look so fucking sexy in those panties,” I whispered.

Noah spanked Hank with force. A bigger grin moved those sweet lips apart. “He tastes like honey, doesn’t he?” Noah asked me.

“He tastes sweet,” I said.

Hunger ran through my stomach. Absolute hunger. I have to knot, I thought. I have to pump him full of my seed.

Without saying any words, Hank slowly lowered his tongue. I threaded my leather belt through the loops of my pants, dragging the metal zipper down. My cock dropped out, gently brushing against his sweet tongue.

Hank took to me without any effort. Nobody sucked this good. Nobody, except Noah. Slowly sitting down against his ankles, I thrust my hips forward until I collided with the back of his throat. I held it there until he forced himself back for air.

Before I could even ask if he was okay, he moaned, “More. Give me more.” Looking at Noah, he grinned just before I gave myself to him again. “Noah… eat my ass until I’m ready for you both.”

Fuck.

Noah licked him like it was his profession. I watched as his tongue skillfully circled around his rim, sliding inside like a snake. With the small amount of pressure from Noah’s finger, Hank let out a muffled howl. Noah relieved the pressure.

“Keep going,” Hank whispered. “Trust me. I can take it.”

“We need some lube,” I said.

If we didn’t use a ton of lube tonight, he’d never last. Noah ran to the bedroom, throwing the drawers open. As he dug through the drawers, Hank gave me his mouth and swallowed every last inch.

I released myself from the suction of his mouth, standing up, groaning. “Fuck!” I cried. His mouth felt too good. Walking over to the big glass windows, I waited until the clawing feeling of my orgasm disappeared from my cock.

What’s gotten into me? I wondered. I never let myself blow this fast, but Hank was so fucking good at this! “Is this okay?”

“You’re incredible.” Noah kissed down Hank’s back.

Hank laid himself down on the floor, legs spread. Running his fingers underneath the panties’ lining, he snapped it against his skin. The fabric rested in his ass, but Noah pried them to the side, stuffing his face to his heart’s content.

He was perfect. But how would his hole feel as my cock dragged against the soft cloth? I was willing to be it would feel just like heaven.

Once the lube came into play, it was easy to get three fingers inside of Hank’s ass. Noah swiveled his hand from side to side, expertly massaging his p-spot. The incredulous expression in Hank’s eyes grew in intensity. It was time for Noah to fuck him.

“Take me,” Hank said. “Both of you. Take every inch of me.”

I picked up my camera from the nearby dresser. Watching Hank through the lens, I started to snap as many pictures as I could. Hank was a rock star. I adored shooting him.

“Enough photos. I said, take me,” Hank groaned.

Noah eagerly mounted him. Slowly rotating his hips, Hank let out a loud moan of pleasure. As they rocked together, the edges of Hank’s panties caressed his flesh. With the fine cotton spread around Hank, Noah picked up the pace, moaning deep and concerned, sliding in and out slowly

I looked back down at Hank’s open mouth, stuffed full of the best of me. “How does it feel?” I asked.

Hank grunted and lowered his eyes. “I can fit you both now,” he said.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, mister,” I said, smiling curiously.

“Just trust me on this,” he said, panting.

Noah gave me a concerned look. He moved to the side and began stroking his cock while I mounted Hank. I slowly entered him and felt his soothing warmth latch around me. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned.

I was on the verge of busting when Hank gave Noah a fierce stare that only meant one thing. Now was the time for him to enter with me. We would knot together.

“You can take it?” Noah moaned.

“Just go slow,” Hank murmured.

Noah lowered himself underneath Hank’s body. Standing, I watched as Hank started to ride him, gently rocking his hips back and forth. “It’s… your turn,” Hank gasped. “Penetrate me, Adam Newton. Take me for what I’m worth.”

The words seemed to spur something inside of me, causing my adrenaline to spike. There was something special inside of him, something I needed to feel. I slid forward, feeling Noah’s pulsing cock against my own. Then, defying all expectations, I entered him.

Hank let out a dubious cry of deep desire. The feeling wrapped me like a wool blanket. In that singular moment, the three of us bonded, and together, we lost ourselves in something more than lust. Was it love? The only person I had ever loved was Noah, but this felt similar, only new.

“You’re going to make me cum,” Hank moaned.

No. Not yet. I wanted to push him further and further. I wanted to look into his eyes and watch his face as we forced even deeper. I wanted to hear him whimper our names.

Both of us held Hank in place and had our way with him. Falling in deeper, he lifted and heaved his body to the edge of the couch. We took him until the couch moved back against the window.

Noah felt it first, that aching feeling that knocks against a man’s taint before the realization comes to a culmination. His knot, followed by my own.

Noah’s mouth fell open with a glazed smile. Hank lowered his head and kissed him. Muffled moans of pleasure escaped his mouth, and then I felt his cock pause against mine. It’s coming. Noah’s warm seed spilled around my hard cock, without any chance of stopping.

I couldn’t hold back either. My flowing warm cum drenched the inside of his hole. My knot expanded, forcing me to stop inside of him before I could lurch back. Together, we eased out of Hank’s open hole. Inch by inch, we slowly released.

It wasn’t over for Hank yet.

Hank was panting on all fours, cock pointing straight into the air, practically leaking onto my rug. I gently helped him move backward, placing his back against the leg of the couch. Bending forward, I swallowed his cock over and over again, until he burst like a Roman fountain.

He tasted sweeter than sin. And when Noah came to my side, I had to give him a little taste of his heavenly nectar. The three of us kissed and made out for hours.

In the aftermath of our desire, I took a picture. We’d remember this night forever.