Page 27 of Sacred Vow

TILLY

M y knees press into the expensive Italian tiles under the dining table as I reach for the front of Zephyr’s jeans, hastily undoing the button and freeing his thick cock from the confines of his pants.

He’s more than ready to go, and just the mere sight of him has a deviant grin stretching across my lips.

This is going to be fun.

I can’t say that under-the-table-head was on my bingo card for tonight, but when an opportunity presents itself, who am I to deny it?

“Babe,” Zeph says in a warning tone, having heard the sound of the garage door opening just as clearly as I had.

“If you’re about to do what I think you’re about—” I close my mouth over his tip, my tongue rolling over the delicious bead of moisture as my fist tightens around his veiny base. “Ahh. Fuck.”

Zeph’s whole body trembles, and he scoots down in his chair, giving me more space to roam, and I don’t hesitate to take every advantage as I work him right to the back of my throat.

His hand slips beneath the table, digging into the back of my head, and when I hear the familiar sound of the internal garage door opening, a whole new enthusiasm rocks through me, and suddenly my only goal is to bring Zephyr Di Rozé to his knees.

I work him right to his tip before plunging straight back down his thick shaft, taking him inch by inch as I hollow out my cheeks and suck hard, my fist following my every movement.

My thighs shake on either side of me, and the subtle squeak that rumbles through his chest is the most heavenly sound I’ve ever heard.

“Thought you’d be out,” I hear Caesar’s voice break through the silence as he moves around his home, probably putting his things down.

“I, uhhh. Nah,” Zeph says, barely holding on as my tongue rolls over his sensitive tip, his hips frantically jolting beneath the table as he struggles to hold his composure. “Tilly is coming over.”

“Oh yeah?” Caesar says, the slightest hint of intrigue in his deep tone, and if Zephyr wasn’t so occupied by the feel of my lips working up and down his cock and the way my tongue traces over the angry veins that lead to his tip, he probably would have noticed. “How’s that going?”

“Uhhh . . . What do you mean?”

Caesar strides over to the table, and I don’t doubt that Zeph can feel the wicked smile pulling at my lips.

“You and Tilly,” Caesar clarifies, standing so damn close that I can smell the woodsy cologne he wears, the very same scent that drives me wild with need.

“You seem to be hanging out a lot. Something serious going on? You guys dating, or is it something more?”

My fist tightens around his base, and I start pulsing as I listen to the way he stutters out his response. “Uhh . . . fuck. Um, nah,” he finally manages to get out. “Just friends.”

“What’s gotten into you?” Caesar rumbles as I hear the familiar sound of a chair dragging across the floor.

I turn just enough to follow the sound, and sure enough, the seat I had only just slid off directly behind me is now occupied by the beast of a man who may or may not have appeared in my dream last night as a well-hung centaur.

Caesar’s long legs settle on either side of me, and it’s a miracle he didn’t end up kicking me in the back.

“Nothing. I’m good,” Zeph says, trying and failing to pull himself together, and as I pick up my speed, he gets even closer to the edge, but just for fun, I think I might drag this out.

“How are classes going?” Caesar questions as if trying to figure out what’s got Zeph being so short with him. “You have that big assessment coming up, right? That’s for your psychology class. Are you prepared?”

Zeph’s hand tightens in my hair, and I can almost imagine the panicked look on his face, knowing just how close he is, but I pull back, releasing him from the torturous confinement of my lips, and work my fist up and down his thick cock.

As I pull back, Zeph releases his hold on my hair.

He’s not the type to force something, not unless I’d specifically asked him to play rough, and all he can do is endure it as I slowly work him up and down.

I squeeze his tip before trailing my fingers back down to his base, and I grin to myself as his hand falls between his legs, cupping his balls and squeezing as if desperately needing to relieve the ache I’ve put there.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Zeph says, responding a little too late. “I’m ready.”

Caesar shifts beneath the table, and my gaze flicks toward him, watching as he lifts his foot and braces it against his other knee, the same way he’d been sitting at Vixen while Annie was draped over him as though staking claim, and as I watch him, I can’t help but want him.

Even from beneath the table, there’s a profound manliness about him. He screams bossman simply in the way he sits at the table, and there’s nothing more attractive to me.

I wonder if . . . shit.

There’s no way I’ll get away with that. Surely Zeph will notice, but then, he’s so preoccupied with what’s happening to him that I don’t know if he has the current brain capacity to notice anything else happening around him.

Fuck.

Decisions. Decisions.

I know I shouldn’t, but damn it, the thrill is quickly taking over and controlling my every desire. Then, before I give myself a chance to think of a reason I shouldn’t even try to do this, I slip beneath Caesar’s knees and up through the gap between his thighs, not daring to take my hand off Zeph.

I keep working his son, and judging by the way his hips continue to jolt and his hand clutches his balls, I’d dare say he has no idea what’s about to transpire beneath this table. I barely even know how this is going to play out, but I’m excited to find out.

My fingers curl around the button of Caesar’s pants, and I watch his movements closely, waiting for him to freak out about finding someone hidden between his legs, but he doesn’t give a damn thing away, just lowers his hand beneath the table and gently caresses the side of my face, his thumb stretching to my lips and brushing over them.

I make quick work of freeing his thick cock with only one hand, and I find him just as ready for me as his son. The only difference is, one holds his composure like a soldier under enemy fire, while the other is struggling for dear life.

Caesar keeps the conversation with Zeph going as I grip both of them at the same time, working them in unison, my fists fluttering up and down their thick shafts as my thumbs roll over their tips, gently squeezing and tormenting them with every brush of my fingers, but that permanent hunger for Caesar rears its ugly head, and as my mouth waters for him, I can’t resist.

I lean in, closing my mouth over his tip before slowly working all the way down to his base, pushing past my gag reflex as my tongue rolls over his velvety skin.

Caesar’s hand shifts under the table, gliding from the side of my face and around the back of my head, knotting into my hair just as Zephyr’s had been.

I pick up my pace with both of them, teasing Caesar with my tongue, sucking and tormenting him just as I’d done to Zeph only a moment ago, and while my lips remain focused on his father’s cock, my hand remains focused on him.

I pump him up and down, and the more I push him, the harder he struggles to hold back, and after watching him come so many times over the past week and a half, it becomes abundantly clear that he’s doing everything in his power not to come, but he should know better than that.

I have a weakness for watching men crumble, and Zephyr is no different.

He’s going to give it to me whether he’s mid-conversation with his father or not.

I shift beneath the table, pulling away from Caesar and clutching his base as I focus on his son, leaning back in and closing my mouth over him once again, feeling the way he trembles beneath my touch.

Caesar’s hand falls over mine around his base, and he slowly takes control, both of our hands working up and down his cock, and as my head bobs up and down over Zeph’s cock, I become entirely mesmerized by Caesar’s movement.

He’s so damn enticing that even while taking his son in my mouth, I want nothing more than to feel him all over me.

My tongue flicks over Zeph’s tip, and as if on cue, his whole body falters, jolting with a deep pleasure, and as I work him right to the back of my throat, Zeph finally lets go, coming hard and shooting his load straight into the back of my mouth like a goddamn rocket.

I suck him dry, taking everything he has to offer as he chats to his father about his classes, giving shitty one-word responses, grunts, and groans.

The moment Zeph has finished emptying himself, his body visibly relaxes, and I pull away while listening to the shift in his tone.

He’s suddenly able to string longer sentences together.

I laugh to myself, and the second I can, I focus every last ounce of my attention on daddy dearest. He’s delicious, and as he waits patiently for me like the good boy that he is, all that’s left for me to do is reward him.

Sensing I’m ready, his hand falls away and returns to the nape of my neck before twisting up into my hair and taking hold.

Then, not wasting a single moment, I close my mouth over him again, every moment with him feeling brand new to the point I barely even notice Zeph behind me, discreetly folding his cock back into his pants before getting up from the table and awkwardly excusing himself.

All that matters is the feel of his father on my tongue.

I work him up and down, taking my time.