19. Norm

19

NORM

“ Y ou knew she wasn’t going to tell us everything.” We all knew that, and why Pete is all pissy over it is beyond me. “We’re lucky Leo told us what she did.”

“Shit is different now,” he grunts from behind me and I roll my eyes.

Nothing is ever really different with Leonor.

A decade of us practically living together and we still didn’t know where she was originally from, what it was like for her growing up, or any of the other shit Leo could recite back to us about us because we’ve told her basically everything.

Except how we all really feel about each other, but that’s beside the point.

We’ve all shared almost every moment of our lives from conception until five seconds ago with Leo, and she’s only given us a summary of what happened after she was born, and most of what happened after she turned seventeen until we were living each day with her. Hell, we didn’t know she was being stalked—the first time—for a couple of weeks before she had to tell us, and the only reason Leo did was because she got a bouquet of black roses after a show and panicked when she read the card.

If we hadn’t been in the dressing room with her and saw her face when it happened, I don’t think she would have ever said anything.

But that’s just how our girl is.

Always on the defense, only willing to share so much. She’s been hurt before, in multiple ways and pretty severely judging by how closed off she’s always been, and she likes to leave her demons in hell so no one else gets burned by them. Herself included.

“Different, how? Because if you think that getting a little dick is going to suddenly make Leonor more willing to spill her secrets, you’re more optimistic than the entire population thought you were.”

When I’m met with silence, I glance up from restringing my guitar to look at Pete over my shoulder. Who arches a brow when he asks, “ Little dick?”

“ That’s what you’re going to take from what I just said?” I shake my head and go back to the task at hand because I can feel myself start to blush. “My point is, Leo isn’t going to budge until she’s ready and considering she hasn’t told us any of that stuff after thirteen years, I doubt there’s much that will get her to now.”

Pete reaches for one of the other acoustics I’m trying to fix from the row lined up next to me, his long fingers reaching for one before it disappears and he starts strumming the off key strings. “I want to know what’s up with Francesco, not how many foster homes she ran in and out of.”

Now I’m lifting my head and arching a brow while turning to face him because that’s a load of crap.

And he knows it.

“Ok, yeah, I want to know that too.” Pete chuckles as he attempts to tune the guitar. “We’re all curious as fuck about that stuff but this shit with Franc? It relates to the attack, which is related to what’s going on now. And since she was finally honest about how long she’s been getting more of that same bullshit?—“

“You expected Leonor to tell us what’s going on with Franc. I get it.”

Pete holds my stare as he shakes his head. “I haven’t seen Leo like that, Norm. Never. She was fucking terrified of Franc, like, genuinely scared. We all know he’s a tool, and he blames Leonor for basically everything that has to do with Luck leaving the path of righteousness for the band, but this was different.”

I blow out a breath as I lean my shoulder against the bed, twirling the pliers in my hand. “You said she kept saying Franc knows things right? Things that she’s convinced we’d leave her for?”

He nods.

“So whatever it is, it’s big to Leo. Stuff she thinks makes her unworthy of what the five of us share, and I’m sure with a little brainstorming, we could figure it out without having our girl relive her trauma.”

“That’s not what I’m trying to have her do,” Pete grunts while making the most menacing eye contact he can muster. “I would never?—“

“I know.” I hold up my hands because he is seconds from blowing up on me. “I know that’s not what you’re trying to do, I just meant there are certain topics that seem off limits for Leo, and a simple process of elimination would get us there in a way that would be easier for her to talk about.”

Because when Leonor decides to share something, she shares everything , and then she gets weird on us because she has no clue how to handle the emotions or support. Getting to the bottom of whatever this shit with Franc is would inevitably lead to that, and if we can’t ease her in then it’ll be a mess for everyone.

“You got another peg winder?”

“In my room.” I sigh. Guess we’re done talking about that . “You really think this is just some copycat? Someone trying to fuck with Leonor since she starting leaving her crypt?”

“Maybe,” Pete says with a shrug as he stares up at the ceiling.

My brow furrows as I scoff. “What? You think Colin Hastings came back from the dead just so he could stalk Leo again?”

He doesn’t, no one does because people don’t do that, but in New Orleans, it isn’t totally out of the realm of possibility for someone to entertain the thought. Considering Pete and I stabbed him I don’t even know how many times while Mark held him so tight his ribs cracked and punctured both lungs, I don’t think Hastings could put himself together enough to come back at all.

And whether or not that’s possible doesn’t matter because that sick fuck is deader than dead. Franc worked it out—even though he didn’t want to—for the four of us to watch Hasting’s body go into the crematorium before we got locked up. So we know he’s beyond gone.

Which is why it’s weird that Pete said maybe.

“Obviously not,” he grunts as he rolls to his side, setting the guitar on the bed before propping himself up on an elbow. “Despite what you might think, my mama wasn’t into that kind of spiritual shit, and she didn’t exactly believe NOLA is crawling with seven foot tall feral vampires lurking on rooftops.” I roll my eyes as he flashes a rare pretty smile. “Seriously though, this feels different from a copycat because some of the stuff she’s getting is stuff that was never shared with the press.”

Well, he isn’t really wrong there.

They held back a bunch of details thanks to our previous PR team, but it was hard to keep everything out of the media because of how gruesome and intense shit was. Our anniversary show, getting ready to launch an international tour, the paps were in full swing and once Justine came screeching backstage to find us… Well, it was a miracle anything was kept under wraps.

Very little was, our trial was all over the news, crews were camped outside our houses. They followed Lucky to and from the hospital, tried getting into his appointments, and my god, some asshole printed photos of them loading Leonor into the ambulance while Lucky fought to get inside with half his face hanging off. They were relentless, but our team went to battle from the second they found out and when photos of Leo backstage were leaked online, they went on the fucking war path.

And even though our hiatus has left our contract and where we stand with the label kind of up in the air, I’m so fucking grateful we had an entire record label backing us through that shit.

“Yeah…” I say hesitantly because it is weird but I don’t have an explanation. “But who knows, aside from when we got out of jail the story has sort of fizzled, and there’s no telling what asshole out there dug deep enough to get the unpublished details.”

“The dark web is a thing, Norman,” Pete says with a sigh. “Just because shit wasn’t officially released, it doesn’t mean it hasn’t been found out. For all we know, whoever this is could have gotten their hands on the police reports or medical files.”

And the truth in that really sucks.

I shrug as I go back to stringing the acoustic. “At least she told us what’s been going on in recent history.”

“Yeah.”

“She’ll tell us the rest when she’s ready.”

“Probably,” Pete grunts as he sits up. “Or Lucky is going to drive her so bananas while they’re out shopping for clothes that she runs away and we never see her again.”

I chuckle as I shake my head. “That is seriously one hell of a combination. Lucky is going to drive her nuts making her try things on and shit, yeah, but Leo is a huge pain in the ass when it comes to doing anything like this. She wouldn’t go to the doctor let alone shopping. But I don’t envy either of them right now.”

“I won’t be surprised if only one of them comes back.”

“Which one?”

Pete shrugs as he swings his legs over the edge of the bed. “Total crapshoot there. Fifty-fifty down the line. Got extra pliers, too?”

My brow lifts but I nod.

It’s not often Pete is this chatty, or helpful, or this interested in wasting time. Which is exactly what we’re doing because we won’t practice without Leonor, and neither of us wanted to go shopping with them, or with Mark to see his grandma.

We love her, she’s basically all our grandma, but Nanny Vee has been struggling lately, and I’d rather not see her boobs again. Until she started going senile, I didn’t think I’d ever see a pair of tits that I didn’t want to motorboat but that woman proved me so wrong. Especially when she didn’t bother closing her muumuu, Nanny Vee just tucked her tits in the top of her underwear and kept swinging her walker at her roommate.

It was traumatic for all of us.

“You want a beer while I’m out there?” Pete asks as he heads for the door.

With another nod, I start strumming the strings and watch him disappear into the hall then scrub a hand over my face once he’s gone.

This is so much harder than I thought it would be.

I’m happy for him, for Lucky and Leo, too, but I keep getting these weird little jolts of jealousy or something like it when I’m around them, and I fucking hate that.

I think it took all of a week knowing her for all four of us to fall in love with Leonor. She was just so goddamn talented, so gorgeous, and the way she lit up any space she inhabited, it was hard not to.

But none of us ever said anything.

Like, ever, not even to each other. It was just some unspoken thing that hung in the air and that was all it would ever be.

Or so we thought.

It makes sense Lucky was the first to put it out there, that’s how he is—his emotions are loud. Which also makes sense considering how it was for him growing up in the De la Grange house, but Pete was a bit of a surprise. Kind of anyway, only because of how he is overall. That being the exact opposite of Luck.

They’re together though, and if either of them was going to tell Leo how they feel and decide to be with her, it meant the two of them were on the same page about what that entailed. So, the three of them was a no brainer.

It still stings, though.

Because I’ve always wanted what they now have with her, and I just don’t see it ever happening. I never did, which is why I’ve always kept my mouth shut.

That’s why I’m just grateful we have her back, and I can have a relationship like I did before with Leo, and eventually the other stuff will fade.

Hopefully.

It probably doesn’t help my case any that I started finding myself drawn to the guys, either.

I don’t know if I always was and ignored it, or if it’s something new, but I didn’t really notice until maybe the last year or so, and I’ve continued to try to ignore it for just as long. The amount of complications that could cause, it’s not worth it. Especially now.

I just want my best friends back, I want all of us together, and I want to make music and live the way we used to. So I’m not going to entertain one teeny little fleeting thought of anything different with Leo, or attempt to fully understand the rest of it, and that’s final.

With a firm nod, I go back to tuning the strings that are now in place, running through a few basic scales and humming the notes to match.

“Didn’t find the peg winder.”

“I told you, it was in my room in the…” Every ounce of color drains from my face and my jaw goes slack as I look up to see Pete standing in the doorway of the spare room, smiling like he just won the lottery, holding my dildo and a bottle of lube.

Oh dear god.

“Yeah, in the drawer, right?” He turns the embarrassingly large, green and blue tie dye, silicone dick over in his hand. Most likely checking out all the ridges, the balls, and the suction cup bottom. “Or did you say the closet?”

As calmly as possible, I set the guitar on the floor and get to my feet then slowly cross the room, my heart racing the entire time. I stop about two feet away, extend my hand, and take a deep breath. “May I have that please?”

“Only if you answer me one question first.”

“Fine,” I grunt through clenched teeth, my face and neck growing hot as my blush starts to creep in.

Pete arches a brow, and looking me dead in the eye, he asks exactly what I knew he would. “Are you using this on someone else, or yourself?”

And because I’ve never lied to him or any of my best friends, I go seventy shades of a darker red as I all but whisper, “Myself.”

Then I snatch the dick out of his hand and head out the door, down the hall, and put it back in my nightstand without saying another word.

“Norm?” Pete asks from behind me but I don’t answer.

No, I look for my flip flops, grab my keys, and pull a Markus Favre by running from the confrontation that is about to happen.

“Norm,” Pete grunts as I push past him. “Don’t leave.”

I pat the pockets of my basketball shorts in search of my wallet, come up empty handed, then start tearing the kitchen apart when I pass it.

“Norman, you live here, man. Don’t leave, just talk to me.”

Shaking my head, I dump the junk drawer, tears stinging my nose and throat while I frantically try to get as far away from this conversation as possible.

I haven’t had it with anyone but my therapist, and I definitely don’t want to have it with this stoic, unblinking, generally unfeeling dude I frequently cuddle with. Because that’s gotten real fucked up over the last few years, and the first night back at Leo’s was the first time we’d done it in forever because of it.

I blame the high from getting our girl back.

Marching past Pete again, I head toward the living room, searching under tables, down in the armchairs. I shove the ottoman out of the way and move to the couch when a strong but gentle grip on my bicep stops me.

“Hey,” Pete says as he turns me to face him. “What the hell is going on, Norm?”

I shake my head again and refuse to look at him, angrily wiping the tears that managed to slip down my cheeks with the heel of my hand. I can’t do this with him, with anyone, not when I can’t even fully express or explain it to myself.

With a sigh, Pete tugs me toward the couch, pulling me down with him as he sits. “Talk to me, man. Please.”

“I can’t,” I whisper, still avoiding eye contact.

“Why not? You’ve always been able to talk to me?—“

“Not about this. I can’t talk to anyone about this.”

Pete sets the bottle of water based lube between us as he shifts around, and if I wasn’t so embarrassed, so angry and confused, I’d laugh at that.

“Why is this different, then?”

“It just is.” Even if he is right. I’ve never not been able to talk to him or anyone else in the band about anything, and something like this shouldn’t be any different. And I don’t want to get into the why behind that.

Pete blows out a breath as he starts twisting his dreads up into a bun. “I wasn’t making fun of you, if that’s what you think.”

I scoff through my tears. “Sure.”

“I wasn’t, I would never make fun of you for something like that.”

Turning to face him, I lift my brow and give him the bullshit look. “You made fun of me when I prematurely nutted all over that redhead’s face six years ago. Even though we were all rolling on ecstasy and watching porn in the dressing room before they let the groupies in.”

“Well, yeah, ok you got me there, but it was more because of how pissed she was. Girl wanted bragging rights to one of us and all she got was an eyeful of jizz.”

“Yeah,” I say with a snort. “So forgive me if I thought you were going to razz me over this.”

“I wasn’t though, Norm.” Pete finishes his hair and looks me in the eye again. “I wouldn’t for that, it’s not the same.”

“Great, got it. Not judging me or making fun of me for the fake dick. Thanks. End of conversation.”

Pete shakes his head. “ Why? Why did you get so upset, why are you refusing to?—“

“You really want to know?” I snap as I get to my feet and start to pace. “You want all the juicy details? If it means never talking about this again, fine.”

Instead of saying literally anything in response to that, Pete leans back into the awful floral couch, spreads his legs then motions for me to continue like a jackass before draping his arms over the back of it.

“Because it’s wrong, Pete.” A muscle in his jaw ticks at that and I know exactly why. “Don’t make this about you or Luck, or anyone else. This is about me, why I have that, and why I don’t want to talk about it.”

He gives me a curt nod and I keep going. “You want to know when I realized I actually liked anal? When the lightbulb clicked on in my brain and it felt good? About two weeks into getting raped regularly in prison.” Pete flinches but I just keep going. “I didn’t like that; how incredibly rough they were, how I didn’t have a say or give my consent. I didn’t like it when they’d take turns and make me bleed, when I’d end up in the infirmary for any number of things.”

I angrily swipe at my tears. “And I know they say a victim of assault can’t control their body’s response, and definitely shouldn’t be blamed for it, so you don’t have to tell me that. I know it, I believe it, and I will stand by it for anyone who’s ever been in that situation.” My chest starts to heave as I realize I’m struggling to catch my breath. “My therapist has said it countless times, told me that it’s normal and nothing to be ashamed of, that I shouldn’t bury either part of who I am—a survivor, and someone who enjoys that—but it doesn’t matter because in my head, it’s wrong. I haven’t even had sex since I got out because I want that, but I feel like I shouldn’t be turned on by something like that, not after it was forced on me more times than… than…”

Pete immediately reaches forward and pulls me back down on the couch next to him, rubbing my back in soothing circles as he leans me forward so I don’t hyperventilate. “Breathe, sweetheart. In through your nose, out through your mouth, nice and slow.”

I do what he says, regulating myself to the best of my ability as I whisper, “It feels dirty to like something when I never had a say, and never had a chance to figure it out with someone I care about.”

“Norm…” Pete sighs, wrapping me in his arms and pulling me against him as I finally calm down. “I’m sorry, sweet boy.”

I shake my head as I hug him back. “You don’t have to apologize. It wasn’t your fault, just like it wasn’t mine. I know these things, I just… I can’t help but wish they’d happened differently, that’s all. If they had, then maybe I’d feel differently. ”

We sit like that for a while, cuddled up on the hideous couch, Pete gently playing with my hair as he softly hums. I close my eyes while I listen to it, calming down completely, relaxing into him and realizing I feel a little lighter after that.

I don’t think it’s something I’m going to run around telling everyone, but it did feel ok saying the words out loud.

“Norman?” Pete asks after a while.

“Yeah?”

“I have another question for you, and I need to make sure you know I’m genuinely asking because it’s important to me to know, and no other reason.”

“ Okay …” I open my eyes and sit up, pulling back a little to look at Pete.

He gives me a small smile as he lifts a hand and pushes my long unruly hair out of my eyes. “If you had control, if you were able to go back and do things differently, how would you have done them?”

My eyes widen and my cheeks get hot but I don’t look away, not when I can see the sincerity in those honey colored eyes. “Uhm… I don’t know.”

“You know, you just don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

I chuckle and shrug one shoulder. “Maybe.”

“I really want to know, Norm. It’s important.”

“Well…” I take a deep breath and decide what the hell, I have nothing to lose by telling him this. “I would have wanted to be with someone I care about, someone I know cares about me and makes me feel safe.” Pete nods as he listens, pushing my hair behind my ear slowly. “I’d want it to have been, I guess I’d want some intimacy. Not necessarily romantic or anything, I’m not super into that, but I don’t think I’d want it to be a one night stand or anything.”

Pete smiles. “Someone you’d actually kiss.”

My face flames but I nod because I don’t kiss anyone unless I’m in a relationship with them. And groupies were a huge no when it came to that, it felt too intimate to share with someone I’d never see again.

“Have you thought about who that person is?”

Oh boy.

I’m not one hundred percent positive, but I think Peter is flirting with me? In his way, kind of? Or maybe he’s just really curious all of the sudden. I don’t fucking know but it’s not helping my very confusing feelings about him or the other guys to have him ask that while he’s being tender with me. This is not normal Pete, and it’s making me think he’s the who he wants me to admit to fantasizing about.

Him, Lucky. Mark. Hell, I woke up the other night coming all over myself because I dreamt about Leonor pegging me. And it’s because I love all of them, they make me feel safe and cared for, and as shit has gotten more confusing, it’s spiraled from there.

“Norman?” I blink a few times when I realize Pete was still talking to me, my breathing picking up again for a very different reason.

“Yeah?”

“I said, as long as you give me consent, I’d like to be the one who changes things for you.”

“What?” What the hell did he just say? “I missed something.”

Pete chuckles as his hand slides down my neck. “You didn’t, not really since I said it again, but I’ll recap. If you want to and give me full consent, I would like to erase those negative feelings and thoughts about what you find pleasurable. I want to help you take back your sexual identity and control because I love you, you’re safe with me, and I want you to be able to explore what you like and don’t like on your terms.”

My eyes instantly well with tears as I search his face, my heart breaking but in the best possible way. I had no idea how badly I needed that, not just from anyone either, I needed it from the people I care for most. The people I really do love.

“Ok,” I whisper as a few tears roll down my face even though I’m smiling.

Pete scoots a little closer as he cups my cheeks, leaning toward me with that small smile on his face. “I’m going to kiss you, sweetheart, but not without your permission.”

I nod like crazy, ready to feel his lips against mine before I lift my hand to his chest and stop him. “What about Lucky? And Leo?”

“They’ve been waiting for you, Norman.” His smile grows into something beautiful as his eyes drop to my lips. “And as long as you’re ok with what we’re about to do, there’s a better than likely chance all four of us will be in Leonor’s bed tonight, naked, sweaty, and shaking from the number of times we make each other come.”

Jesus .

I have never gotten a boner so fast in my entire life and it actually made me lightheaded for a second.

“Consent, Norman. For the kisses, for the way I want to touch you. For everything I want to do in order to erase your negative feelings, and give you nothing but pleasure while you take back control.”

“ Yes ,” I pant seconds before Pete’s lips are on mine, and he’s kissing me in the most intimate kiss of my life.

My eyes drift closed as he takes my face in both hands, slanting his mouth, deepening the kiss while he wipes the leftover tears from my cheeks. Pete smiles as I bring my hands up to grab onto his wrists, grounding myself because kissing him is better than I could have ever imagined it would be.

He licks along the seam of my lips and I open for him immediately, our tongues touching tentatively before they tangle and our kiss becomes almost fiery.

I whimper when he sucks on my lower lip, pulling back slightly until I’m looking at him. “Was that the first time you kissed a man, Norm?” Pete grins when I nod. “You taste sweeter than I thought you would. Consent to find out if it’s just your lips, or if your cock is just as sweet?”

All I can do is nod.

For everything I’ve witnessed over the years, I didn’t know this side of Pete existed.

Dominant but gentle. Filthy but, well, sweet.

When he leans into me again, kissing me a little harder than before while his hand moves to the erection tenting my basketball shorts, I can’t help but moan.

“Lift,” Pete says as he kisses my jaw, then my neck, squeezing my cock before grabbing the elastic band. “Norman, I?—“

“You have it,” I practically gasp. “Whatever you want to do, whatever we’re going to do together, it means everything to me that you’re asking but I want all of it to happen. I need all of it to happen.”

With a dark chuckle that’s sexier than it should be, Pete pulls my shorts off and tosses them, and then he’s wrapping his hand around my dick.

“I almost forgot how pretty your cock is when it’s hard.” I hold my breath as I watch him stroke me a few times, my erection throbbing against his palm. “So long, the perfect thickness.” Pete kisses me one more time then suddenly his head is blocking my view and I feel his tongue swirl around the head of my cock.

“Fuck,” I groan as my fingers dig into the cushions on either side of me.

Pete takes me into his mouth and sucks, the tip hitting the back of his throat where he hums against it.

Holy shit . “Pete… Pete, I…” Oh my god, I don’t want him to stop but if he keeps going I’m going to come in his mouth and I’m not sure he wants that to happen.

“Another time,” he grunts as he basically reads my mind, releasing my dick with a pop before he moves next to me again. “I’ll let you come down my throat later, maybe while Lucky and I fuck Leonor’s tight little pussy, and she’s fucking you with your toy.”

My balls grow tight as Pete basically describes one of my fantasies, and when he leans back on the couch and undoes his jeans before pushing them down his thighs to reveal that he’s just as hard and ready as I am, I moan again.

“You want that, sweet boy? We can all take turns fucking Leo’s pretty cunt, filling it so full she can’t stand up.” He wraps his hand around his erection and squeezes it before he’s grabbing my hips and pulling me into his lap. My thighs splay over his so our cocks touch, and I shiver. “We can do so many things, Norm, the ways we can get each other off is endless, but what I want right now is to see you bounce on my cock the way you bounce on your dildo.”

“Yes,” I hiss as Pete picks up the lube and lifts it, squeezing it onto both of us while he holds our erections in one hand and pumps them together. “Oh my god.”

He nods as he rubs his cock against mine. “Feels fucking amazing, doesn’t it, Norm?”

“So good.” I can’t stop watching.

His rich dark skin against mine, it’s so beautiful and right, and his hand working us both is the thing wet dreams are made of.

“Lift,” Pete moans, letting go briefly while I get up on my knees. He lines his cock up with my entrance then reaches up and pulls me toward him. “This is right, it’s perfect, and it’s so goddamn good it couldn’t ever be anything else.”

Then he’s kissing me again, gentle but hard, a mess of teeth and tongue, his lips warm as they feverishly move against mine. The head of his cock slips into my ass, the tight ring of muscle stretching to accommodate his girth. Pete stills then goes slowly, lifting his hips a little at a time, slowly thrusting up into me to give me a chance to adjust.

I love him for that.

For this entire situation, and I need to show him how much he means to me.

Gripping the sides of his neck and kissing Pete harder than I’ve kissed anyone, I bear down on his cock until my ass is flush against his hips.

“Goddamnit, Norman,” he groans, and I just smile against his lips. “Your ass is so fucking tight, and I’m so fucking turned on by it I’m not going to last long. So show me what you do to yourself and do it quick, I want to watch you get yourself off on my cock.”

He’s not going to last? I’m one or two bounces away from coming all over my stomach.

But I do what he says.

I start lifting myself up and down, up and down on Pete’s dick, my balls getting tighter with each pump of my hips. I kiss him again and again, so fucking grateful for him, for what he’s doing for me, and everything finally feels like it’s aligning the way it’s supposed to.

Everything finally feels right .

Especially when Pete grabs onto my cock like vise and has me thrusting in his hand.

“You gonna come with me, sweet boy?” He practically growls against my lips as my fingers dig into the sides of his neck. “Gonna explode in my hand while I fill your ass with my cum?”

I nod. “Yes, god yes.”

“You are fucking perfect, sweet boy. Perfect, and you’re ours now.”

For some reason, that does it.

My eyes slam shut at the same time tears well in them, and I lean forward as my stomach pitches and tightens, my spine tingles, and my balls swell almost painfully. Pete keeps thrusting up as I ride his cock like my life depends on it, and he repeats those beautiful words over and over while his fingers rub the sensitive underside of the head of my cock until I explode.

The first hot jet of my cum shoots out as I jerk forward, panting and moaning as my lips slam against his. Pete groans before I feel his body tense, pushing my ass all the way down to meet his hips, his hand furiously working my dick while I keep coming.

I swear to god I’m never going to stop, not while I have Pete’s cock buried in my ass, his fingers around my dick, all while he kisses me breathless and tells me I’m his. I may keep coming forever.

But I don’t.

Eventually the last of my orgasm spurts into Pete’s hand, the man holding me with his free one while our kisses become almost lazy.

“I mean it, Norm. You’re ours now, got it?”

I nod against his forehead before I sit up, smiling a little as he grunts and his dick pulses a final time inside me. “I got it, bossy.”

Pete nips at my lips before he lifts his hand to his mouth and proceeds to lick my cum from his fingers. “Oh, sweet boy, you have no idea.”

I really can’t wait to find out.