Page 36 of Project: FU (Longwood U #3)

TAVIS

Having both my boys at home means I officially have the three most important men in my life under a single roof.

I love every second of it. I love that I’m driving to and from school again with my youngest. I love how Orion is home with his smile and laughter.

I love the way Nolan isn’t surrounded by silence when I’m not there.

I also maybe kinda love that both my sons have it pretty bad for my boyfriend.

More and more, I’ve been toying with the idea in my head of sharing Nolan with them.

If he’s interested, of course. I know on some level he is.

He’s slept with them both, and while the reason behind doing so isn’t savory, he’s made it pretty clear that he was definitely attracted to them.

I’ve been doing some research on polyamory and how that looks. How it works. What kinds of rules couples, throuples, and larger groups put in place.

There’s one conclusion, first and foremost—all of these relationships work very differently. It’s all about what works for those involved. There isn’t a blueprint to follow.

Which means I have a basic understanding and guide, but whatever we put in place would have to work for us.

Furthermore, I’d have to take this conversation out of my head and to them. There’s a chance that none of them are interested in this kind of situation. Admittedly, it not working how I’m slowly imagining it to work would be disappointing.

“Fucking weird,” I mutter to myself.

I’ve always thought I was a bit of a possessive lover. The fact that I spent a lot of our stolen time together making sure Nolan understood I was the only one touching him in any way, I feel pretty confident that I’m not the best personality to share my lover.

So why do I crave it with my boys? Why do I look forward to watching them please my boyfriend? I can see it so damn vividly when I close my eyes and I’m excited about it.

First things first, though. Conversations. Maybe testing some waters, though I’m still working out how to do so.

I tap my fingers on my desk as I stare at the screen with my potential roster for next year. I don’t see any words or names right now. They’re just a blur. Thankfully, this season is over. My mind is going crazy right now with other things, and not even hockey can keep my attention.

Maybe that means I’m finally ready to retire permanently. Or maybe I consider next year my last year, and I leave Longwood U and hockey behind when Nolan graduates. Spending all my days with him feels like the next step in the natural progression of my life.

My phone buzzes, and I glance down at it.

Nolan

I’m home.

I smile. I’m about to tell him I’ll see him later tonight when I have a better idea. Skye has the truck today because he needs to pick something up for his finals. Orion has an afternoon class today. Which means both my sons will be home relatively early.

Maybe it’s time to test the waters.

I chew my lip while I stare at Nolan’s text. The beginning of a plan starts to form in my mind. Getting to my feet, I shut my laptop, grab my bag, and head for the door. I stop by Raymond’s office and tell him I’m heading out early.

He waves me off, and I leave. Because Skye has the truck, I’m walking. Which is fine. To plan this right, I need to walk home. I imagine both my boys will be home within the hour, which is perfect.

My heart races. The same question begins running through my head on repeat. Am I really going to do this?

The plan is simple. I’m going to fuck my boyfriend on my bed, but I’m accidentally going to leave the bedroom door ajar. Enough that we can be watched.

The purpose is simple—I want to see what my sons’ reactions are. I want to know how they’ll respond. I want to know how serious they are about getting with my boyfriend.

Maybe the plan is twofold because I won’t ever be far from Nolan, so they’re going to have to get used to watching their father fuck the man I love if they also want to touch and play.

So many damn lines crossing right here.

“Not yet,” I whisper as I walk down the road. This is step one. Step one in a convoluted plan to see if my boys actually want my boyfriend or if they’re just messing around. Teasing. Shock factor.

Nolan’s at the dining table when I get home. His head is bowed over his books. Since he doesn’t pick his head up when I open the door, I imagine he has his earbuds in.

I need to get this man a desk. My eyes flicker around the open space as I kick off my shoes and shut the door behind me. Where can I put a desk that isn’t going to look out of place but still be functional? Who am I kidding? I’ll call Rachel later. She’s going to need to be my design crutch.

For now, none of that matters. I cross the space toward my man. He picks his head up when I’m a few feet away. Seeing me, a smile spreads across his face. He pulls his earbuds out.

“What’re you doing home?” he asks a second before I cover his mouth with mine. He sighs into me.

For just a second, I simply kiss him. Taste him.

Memorize this feeling because it’s the best feeling in the world.

Coming home to the man I love will never get old.

I love everything about this feeling that’s been missing from my life.

No matter what happens, I want to hang onto it for as long as I can.

“Think you can take a break for a bit?” I ask.

“Mm,” he hums.

I pull him to his feet, bringing his mouth back to mine as I guide him down the hall to our bedroom. As much as I’ve loved fucking him all over our new condo, I don’t want to force my kids to watch if they don’t want to. But I think they will. I want them to.

My first instinct is not to talk right now. I want to get Nolan in bed, naked, and on my cock. But for some reason, I remember the circumstances surrounding him having sex with Skye, and I can’t do that. There always needs to be honesty between us.

His hands are already ripping at my clothes as soon as we step inside the room. I push the door about four-fifths of the way closed. Conveniently, it opens with a direct eye line on our bed. It’ll be full exposure.

Our hands move over each other, ripping at clothes and groping on our way. I bite his lip, making him grunt as I drop my hand to cup his cock in his underwear. I love this man’s dick. It’s perfect for me. Every inch in all directions is perfect.

I have half a mind to ride him instead of fucking him. It’s tempting. Since moving in, I’ve enjoyed spraying every surface with his release, but when we get in bed, I want him inside me.

We fall onto the mattress, and I awkwardly shift us around so I don’t have to let his mouth go as I fish around for the lube. It’s tangled in the bed somewhere. We were using it this morning. It’s here. Ah. Found it.

I lube my fingers and spread his legs. Two fingers sink into his tight body, making his back arch slightly. He groans into my mouth.

Now is a perfect time for conversation. I can feel it.

“How do you feel about exhibitionism?” I ask.

His eyebrows knit together. “What?”

“Being watched while we have sex,” I clarify.

Nolan takes a breath and then shifts to look at me. “Say what you’re getting at. I have like a third of my ability to concentrate with your fingers poking my prostate.”

I grin. “I want to leave the bedroom door open while I fuck you. And if my boys come home, I won’t be upset if they watch us.”

His lips are parted as he stares at me. I can’t decide whether that’s in response to what I just said or adding a third finger to widen his pretty hole.

“You want them to watch? I think you’re going to scar them, Tavis. For life. Beyond.”

“There’s a chance, but I’m betting it’s less likely than you think.”

He looks skeptical, but then his eyes roll back, and he groans long and deep in his throat. The sound skates along all the bones in my body. It’s such a delicious feeling.

“You really think they want to see their father fucking someone?” Nolan asks. Voice breathless and sexy.

“I think they want you, Nolan. I don’t think they’re bothered by me fucking you. But I want to gauge that today. If you’re okay with it.”

His eyes flicker to the door. He licks his lips. Ah. There it is. He definitely still finds my sons attractive.

Nolan meets my eyes again. “You’re risking making it very awkward in this house.”

“I am. But I think I’m right.”

“So… what do you hope to gain from this?”

“That I’d like to talk about later. If you’re willing to wait for the conversation.”

He takes a breath and nods. “Might be my libido talking, but fine. Get inside me, Tavis. I need to feel you stretch me. I need to come on your cock.”

A shiver of anticipation rushes down my spine. Hell yeah. Hell fucking yes.

I pull my fingers from his body and shift him to where I want him on the bed: angled to the doorway so they can see my cock go into his body. So they can watch his dick and his face when he arches for me. His orgasm will be on full display.

I’m also in a position to see if they stop at the door and watch.

Leaving him there, slowly stroking his dick, I fish out a condom from the nightstand drawer.

We’ve been talking about going bare for a while.

We’ve both recently been tested, too. But so far, condoms are fine.

I think we both look forward to the day that we’re sans condom, but having that thin piece of latex between us doesn’t take anything away from our experience.

I’d like to say it helps with cleanup, but he’s still filled with lube when we’re done, so it’s not like he takes any less time to clean by me not nutting inside his body.

I’m rolling the condom on as I shuffle across the bed on my knees toward him again. He’s watching me, his hand moving over his dick. I keep my eyes locked with his, and for a second, I think of nothing else as I’m overcome with the way he fills me with warmth.

Nolan reaches for me, and I lower myself onto him, pressing my mouth to his. We kiss for a minute and nothing else.

“I love you,” I tell him, meeting his eyes. “So much.”

He smiles. “I love you. Even more.”

Such silly, sappy, gaggy things, but I wouldn’t give them up for the world. Like when my kids call me Daddy. It reminds me they’re still my babies, even if they’re all grown.

Nolan’s legs wrap around my waist and urge my hips forward. I keep my balance with one arm on the bed, my weight on my forearm as I press my cockhead to his ready hole. I bite his lip. Not hard enough to leave a mark this time, but enough to make him grunt.

As that sexy noise leaves his mouth, I push my dick inside him. Nolan groans. His legs fall from my waist and spread wide for me. I mold my mouth to his, swallowing all the sounds he makes as I enter his body. Deeper. Deeper. Feeling the way he stretches for me. Makes way for my dick inside him.

His hole quivers around me, muscles fluttering as they tighten and relax. I continue to eat his sounds, using them to make the flames inside me grow hotter and hotter until I think the fire burns us both. I grip his knees, pulling his legs up and out wide.

My eyes remain locked with his as I adjust, so I’m hovering over him, and begin thrusting. Slowly. I always begin slowly, so his body has time to adjust to the invading force inside it. My thrusts steadily pick up in pace, in intensity.

Soon, the sounds of our bodies slapping together fill the air with Nolan’s moans.

I make sure to hit his good spots as often as possible to keep his voice loud.

There’s no being quiet today. I want him to be heard.

I want that sexy voice with his high, whiny tone to fill this house. Every inch. Nowhere is safe from it.

I lose myself in him. Watching the way he writhes under me. Twitches. Jolts. His body arches. His hand moves over his dick, grips his balls, fists in the bedding.

He comes undone a little more with every deep, hard jab of my cock inside him.

Movement in the corner of my eye catches my attention, and I glance that way, though I keep my head down. Sure enough, one of my boys is at the door. There’s not a lot of light in the hall unless the overhead is turned on, so he’s protected in shadows.

I keep my attention on Nolan. Keep myself focused on making him feel good.

A chill of excitement rushes through me that at least one of my sons is watching me fuck the man they want. The man who’s mine. I get to enjoy his body every single day if he wants me to. I get to hold him and kiss him and…

I imagine holding him while my boys take turns on him. Riding his dick or fucking this tight, hot hole.

I spread his legs wider, watching the way he begins to give in to the pleasure. His body flushes. His sounds become more intense. Louder. Bouncing off the walls. I don’t fuck him harder. He doesn’t need it harder. He needs exactly what will make his body sing.

I’ve learned his cheat code to a body-wide orgasm, and he’s just about there. Another second. Two. It’s coming.

His ass clenches tight around my dick, causing me to use more muscle to force myself back inside and keep my rhythm. Keep feeding his orgasm. His body stiffens, arches. His head bends backward, exposing his neck. His moan is loud, high, and interrupted with gasps as his body jolts beneath me.

I glance up again, and I’m sure I see two faces now.

Letting Nolan’s legs go, I plant my hands on either side of him. His hands grip my forearms because we both know it’s my turn to fuck him until I come. Nolan hangs on for the ride, and I’m confident I’ll coax another orgasm from him in the process.

My man always comes first. He often comes a second time before I’m ready to end what we’re doing. Older guys have plenty of stamina when your partner is as hot as mine is.