Sweetest Sin||BookOne

Long Time Coming

Jameson

That little....

Fuck.

I groan as I grip my dick, my head pounding with the shit that's coming to fruition.One of my lovers wants me and my high school crush to fuck. Not only that, but bring him into our relationship and create a reverse harem.

Jesus...

Licking my lips, I head down a single flight of stairs, my eyes honing in on Kylen's door. With slow steps, I walk up to it, and give a gently knock.

"Coming," I hear Kylen say softly before the door swings open to reveal the handsome man I know from my childhood. He's wearing nothing but a towel, his straight hair frames his face. It has a slight wavy to it since it damp from a shower I presume. His grey eyes are still as light as I remember, almost the color of pure silver.

"Jameson, what are you doing?" Kylen asks as he looks up at me with curiosity and uncertainty. I clear my throat while scratching the back of my neck.

"Madison wasn't joking," I sigh as I look into his eyes.

"Joking? About?"

"The harem thing. She actually wants to have a reverse-harem or at least that's what Reece is telling me."

"W-What? I mean...I-I..." Kylen stutters as he turns and walks back into the room. I take the chance to step inside, closing the door behind me. Before I realize what I'm doing, I reach out a grab a hold to Kylen's towel before stripping it from his body. He stops dead in his tracks but doesn't turn around to face me. My breathing catches in my throat when I gaze upon the pale, perky, deliciously curvy ass on the lean man.

"Turn around, Kye." I use the childhood nickname that only I could call him and watch as he shudders before slowly turning to look at me. My dick, that was already painfully hard, is now to the point of excruciating pain. "Fuck me."

Kylen is damn hot. His legs go on for days, muscular and firm. His torso is rippled with muscle, his pecks appearing soft yet strong. But when I look down at the apex of his bulging thighs, I find a snake, hard, stiff, long, and leaking.

"On your knees." I breathe out. My eyes flicker up to meet Kylen's. He looks vulnerable, and so unsure, but to my surprise he slowly drops to one knee and then the other. I step forward and stand before him. Kylen's eyes look misty, and I know why. He's wanted this, waited for this, he's even begged me for this.

"Are you sure," I find myself asking.

"Please don't toy with me Jameson." The needy man breathes out and I sigh as I run a hand through his damp hair. He groans as his eyes flutter close.

"Take me out." I demand and Kylen rips my pants down without unbuckling them, which burns the slightest bit but not enough for me to scold him. I hiss through my teeth and grip Kylen's hair harder. He moans as he wraps a hand around the base of me and begins to stroke. My knees buckle when he boldly leans forward and takes me into his mouth.

"Mmmm," my chest rumbles with the sound. Kylen takes that as his sign to throat me like his life depends on it. I cry out when he takes me to the back of his throat with no problem.

"This is what you want?" Kylen hums in agreement before deep throating me again. "Fuck!" I shout before yanking Kylen to his feet and slamming my mouth into his. Our kiss is hungry, as if years of sexual frustration are coming to the forefront. I break the kiss long enough to kick off my pants, and then I'm picking Kylen up, his legs around my waist, his lips on mine, as I walk us to the bed. I thank the heavens for the brute strength that allows me to hold all three of the people I will more than likely be caring for the rest of my life.