Copyright Lexi Ander
Part Two
Dropping a kiss on the
small of John's back, Javier stepped away. His erection pointed at Sam's face.
Sam brushed sandy hair out of his eyes before he placed a condom in his mouth,
and then expertly rolled the latex down Javier's shaft.
"Oh, yeah, babe,
just like that," Javier started pumping in and out of Sam's mouth. "Yeah,
you like taking my dick, suck me, suck me hard." Javier grabbed Sam's hair
and actually started choking Sam on his cock.
Ben cringed but Sam
seemed to eat up the rough handling.
"Javier, don't
forget about me," John whined, wiggling his ass at Javier, which garnered
him a stinging slap on the butt.
After pulling out of Sam's
mouth, Javier added lube to his sheathed cock and John moaned aloud as Javier pushed
inside him and started a slow steady rhythm. Sam hopped to his feet, rolling on
his own condom. Javier paused as Sam gradually slid into him.
"God, babe, you're
so fucking tight on my cock. I'll never get tired of the way you feel,"
Sam groaned loud and clear.
"Need you, Sam, need
you to pound me with your fat cock. Don't stop, don't ever stop," Javier
gasped as Sam set a hard, fast rhythm that shoved Javier into John.
Ben stood there frozen,
watching as his life tumbled down around him. How long had Sam and Javier been
lovers? How many employees had Javier fucked at the office? How many people who
worked for him knew and either pitied his naiveté or laughed at his blind
stupidity? How had he not noticed something had been going on? How could he not
have picked up on the nuances between Javier and Sam? Was he that oblivious? His stomach rolled as he watched the
two most important men in his life betray him.
Sam had been his best
friend since childhood. They'd come out to their parents together. They'd
shared everything, and it appeared, he'd been sharing Javier with Sam too. He
felt inexplicably lost, set adrift, and he didn't know what he'd do. He trapped
a ragged sob behind clenched teeth but it didn't stop the tears from falling.
"The stripper's
here." Someone called from behind him, pulling him out of his thoughts.
"Good, have him come
over here and put his cock in Javier's mouth," Sam called.
Ben's legs were rooted to
the spot and refused to cooperate. He mind screamed for him to move, to hurry
before anyone recognized him. He wanted to hide, to be invisible. All his
dreams were gone, stolen, taken away by secrets and lies. Shouldn't he be mad?
His mind said he should be but all he felt was a body-numbing chill that made
his heart feel too large for his chest. He didn't want to be seen or talk to
Javier right then. But at that moment, Sam glanced over his shoulder and the
happy bliss drained from his face as he recognized Ben staring back at him.
Coolly, Ben turned and
walked out the door. He strode on wooden legs down the hall to the elevator.
Pressing the call button with more restraint than he felt, he watched the
progress of the elevator in the numbers overhead. He wondered if it would be
quicker if he used the stairs. Forty floors were too many to attempt at any other
time, but now the need to leave nearly made him throw away caution.
A tall, dark-headed man
who carried a heavy leather jacket and motorcycle helmet approached from the
opposite direction. The guy's visual perusal reminded Ben of the ridiculous
costume he wore. How did he ever think these sequined boy shorts would turn
Javier on? Now he had nowhere to go with a muscular hunk walking toward him.
The biceps on the guy would crack Ben's paper-pushing ass in half just by
flexing. He watched the man from the corner of his eye. He never knew how
people were going to react. A straight man wouldn't be caught dead in the
outfit he wore. The last thing Ben needed was to get his ass handed to him if
the guy was offended.
"Some party."
The stranger placed the helmet under his arm.
He wasn't as tall as Ben
had thought. They were about the same height, though the guy was wide, very
wide, with much more shoulder width than Ben… and the most amazing crystal blue
eyes.
"I guess you could
say that. My fiancé appears to be fucking his way through our employees and my
best friend is fucking my fiancé." Ben stopped breathing. Had he just
blurted—yes he had.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
The man held his helmet
out to Ben and he automatically accepted it. He didn't know why. Maybe it was
the way the stranger didn't blink when Ben said his fiancé was a man. The guy
pulled on his heavy motorcycle jacket.
"I guess the upside
is you found out before you got hitched."
He rested the helmet
against his stomach, attempting to hide his body while swallowing back his
anguish. The elevator dinged and the doors silently slid open. The stranger
motioned for Ben to enter first before following.
Ben heard his name being
called and he couldn't help the way he flinched. Sam slammed his hand on the
elevator door to keep it from closing. His chest was bare and sweaty, Sam's
jeans hung loose on his lean hips.
"Ben, wait, let me
explain."
He could only stare at his best friend. What did
Sam think there was to discuss? There was no way he could misconstrue what had
been going on.
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