Page 18 of Starborn Husbands

“We should bring him back.”

“Treyu’s fine on his own.” He’s a guardian. He doesn’t need Zhang’s helicoptering. Keeping my hands firmly under Gem’s ass, I guide him to wrap his leg around my torso and carry him to the bed.

We kiss with him on top—him straddling me, me sitting up. Then a push, his hand on my shoulder, and I go down easy for him. “What made you change your mind?” he says.

“Losing you.” It’s not romantic. Most people kick you out for reasons like that. I’d deserve it, but I’m not letting him go even then.

“Fuck, you’re a dick.” He slides my T-shirt up my torso and wrestles with untangling it from my left arm.

“I’m giving up beer for you, Gemini. That’s got to count for something.”

“What counts is that you want star babies with me. I know who you are, and I choose you anyway.”

That’s not entirely romantic either, which is perfect. I don’t want him thinking I’m someone I’m not. I want real. We’ve always been real and if things are forced to change in some ways, our realness has to stay.

I’m out of words. I need to show him how I feel.

Flipping him over so he’s underneath me, I open his white slacks. I like it better when he wears his fancy dresses. Easier to get inside him. I kneel up and work his left leg out first, then his right. Toying at the waistband of his silk briefs, I pause for a moment to admire him. The curve of my brow and the intensity of my expression should make it clear that he’s my whole world.

He glows again. Mission accomplished.

Not that I’m a good sleeper anyway, but last night was worse. I couldn’t eat this morning. I wanted to send myself into orbit, and without my glow, I’d become stardust.

Slipping a finger up the leg of his briefs, I find his pucker and sink inside, testing how wet he is for me. Thank fuck stars don’t need lube like humans do. He’s soaked. I’m gonna fuck him so good.

There’s more shedding of clothes. If either brother walks in, they’re gonna get a view, but it’s nothing they haven’t stumbled upon before. They can turn around and walk the fuck out. I’m with my man.Myman. I could give a fuck about anything else.

“Spread your fucking legs, Gemini. I want to see you.”

He sucks his lower lip over his teeth, my sultry whore, obeying me to the letter. His hair’s already a mess, cloaking one of his eyes. Maybe I’ll keep him a mess. Ripe with my cum. Always desperate for my cock.

I push my dick past his dripping pucker.

“Mmmmh. Fuck. There, there,there.” He breathes.

“I know.” I smirk. I know his body. Every centimeter of it.

“You gonna let me cum?”

“Don’t know yet.” I pretend to think about it as I pound harder. I’ve gotta let him cum today, gotta see him fall apart. I need him just as breathless as he makes me.

His gentle moans are a sharp contrast to the savage way I take him. I lean down and kiss him, slowing my pace, and then pull off to speed up again. He’s on the edge, on the cusp of spilling over. I slap his face and clench his hair in my fist by the roots.

“No.”

He restrains the quiver wracking his body. He suffers so prettily for me.

“Please.Please, Lanta. Fill me.”

“Play with yourself,” I counter, resisting temptation. But fuck, my balls are about to explode. It’s like the wind’s been knocked out of me, my heart’s pounding so fast.

Gem’s steady hand strokes his cock slow, knowing what that fucking does to me. He’s filthy like this, legs spread, playing with himself, begging for my cum. The slippery slide of my cock rubs all the right nerves, and my belly tightens.

The thrust of my hips slap against his ass, in time with the sound of the rickety headboard banging against the wall.

This is tender lovemaking for us. I might be larger than him, but he’s got the power of a star at his beck and call. We can destroy shit when we want to. Many a bedframe has met its demise because of us.

“Gods, Atlanta. Please. I can’t … say I can cum or say I can stop.”