My lips quirk up in a grin and I lick them seductively as I jerk my head downward. “Pull your pants down and bend over, little brother.”
Amos’ sharp intake of breath hisses through the air and he freezes for a moment. I don’t falter or give any indication that I want him to do anything other than what I said, and I wait patiently to see what he’ll do.
Surprising me, and probably himself too, he turns around and shoves his pants and boxers down his hips and places his palms against the wall, presenting himself to me. I can’t hold back the groan at seeing his smooth, bare skin, and the faint lines of his tattoos peeking out from the bottom of his shirt, just above his ass.
Before I do anything, I quickly assess the object in my hand and the tight little opening I’m going to punish in more ways than one. Deciding to offer a little mercy, I spit on my fingers and tease his hole with the wet digits, teasingly slipping one inside. Not as good as lube, but better than going in completely dry.
I wouldn’t normally care this much, but I want to have my own turn later. Not giving either of us the chance to back out or change our minds, I position the tip of the rolling pin against his asshole, and slowly ease it in.
Amos hisses as the muscles resist the intrusion, and I nearly come in my damn boxers at the sight of him. Ass cheeks spread, and his hole stretched tauntingly wide, his body is begging me to pull it out and replace it with my dick. But, not yet. I want to push Amos as far as I can, and the tip of the rolling pin is just the start.
Leaning down closer to him, I swirl some more saliva in my mouth and dribble it onto his skin. His cheeks clench in response and his ass practically drags the object farther into him. Taunting the both of us, I begin to move it, slowly pushing in and drawing out, carefully inching it deeper inside with each tiny movement.
“You okay?” I ask, and he groans in response before nodding.
As much as I’d love to see if he could take the whole damn thing, I’m not in the mood to have to drag him to the E.R. and explain why he has a kitchen implement embedded in his ass and intestines. Amos is panting, and his fingers are digging into the brickwork in front of him.
I hear a sound a little way off, but I’m too focused on Amos to give it a second thought as I slowly remove the makeshift toy from him. Breathing almost as heavily as he is, I watch as his ass almost reluctantly surrenders it to me, and I shudder.
“To be continued,” I tell him, lightly smacking his exposed ass with my hand as he straightens up on unsteady legs. “Don’t worry, you won’t even be able to walk by the time the night is over.”
A heavy breath and a muffled gasp snags my attention, and I frown as I look toward the origin of the sound. Scuffling noises reach my ears, and I step lightly to keep my footsteps quiet as I close the distance between myself and the peeper. I round the corner just as someone attempts to duck through the door and I pounce, grabbing them by the collar and slamming them against the wall.
Fucking Colin. Huffing when I recognize the nosy busboy from the diner, I look closer, noticing his flushed cheeks, unbuttoned pants, and the hint of a hard-on peeking out. I let out another huff and drag him round the corner to show Amos. “Look who I found.”
I throw the kid to the ground and stand over him. “Get a good enough view? Or were you hoping for a front row seat?”
Chapter Twenty
Amos
My breathing is labored as I struggle to button up my jeans. Colin lands roughly at my feet, and I notice that his jeans are unbuttoned, he’s still half-mast, and looking up at Xavier with… fear? Admiration? Desire?
“Did you like watching us?” I ask him as I run a sweaty hand back through my hair. He looks from my brother to me, then chews his lower lip nervously as I slowly and carefully crouch down in front of him.
Fuck, this hurts more than I thought it would, I think, mentally shaking off as much of the stinging sensation as I can.
“We were going to head home now. I’m not entirely sure, but I’m guessing you want to watch us there too?” I press, teasing him with a small smile.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles nervously as he wipes his palms together, more than likely trying to remove any of the debris he may have picked up on his crash landing. “I didn’t mean to.”
“Mean to what?” Xavier asks as he begins to tap the rolling pin methodically against his leg.
“Follow you guys out here,” he admits quietly.
My small smile turns into a grin as I get to my feet, steadying myself on my brother’s arm, until my legs aren’t so goddamn jelly-like anymore.
“Tell you what,” I begin thoughtfully. “If you don’t tell anyone what you saw, then maybe instead of just watching, you can be the main event.”
“Huh?” Colin’s face screws up in confusion, his voice taking on a disbelieving tone, and I exchange a glance with Xavier.
“What do you think?”
Xavier pretends to mull the proposition over. He even goes so far as to rub his chin thoughtfully, and I have to bite back a laugh. I nudge him with an elbow before I cross my arms over my chest, and he meets my eyes again.
“Who is it that you’re interested in? Me or Amos?” he inquires as he reaches down a hand to help Colin to his feet.
“Neither right now,” he grumbles as he lets Xavier help him up. “It’s not my fault. I… I had a feeling something else might happen, and I wanted to see if I was right. I didn’t mean to stop and watch for as long as I did.”