LOGINChapter THREE ~ Your Lips Knows The Truth.
CYRUS’s POV
Dominic’s lips descended on mine gently, nibbling on my lips. They were warm, soft and sweet at the same time.
He took my lower lips into his mouth and sucked on them slowly. I shut my eyes as my hands trailed up his biceps.
My body shuddered when his tongue pressed against my teeth, requesting access into my mouth. This was just like the other night at the club.
But now, he’s my sister’s boyfriend. Maybe, he could be her fiancée in months. I can’t be the reason for their separation. Nor can I sit for hours listening to my parents talking about morals.
This is so messed up. Yet, I couldn’t get him to remove his lips from mine. They felt like my salvation, pulling me in like a siren’s addiction.
The room grew hotter when he pushed his tongue into my mouth. It dived right to the back of my throat.
“Hmmm,” he groaned, his hands wrapping around the side of my face.
He pulled out his tongue and slammed it back in. Slowly, his hands began to drift lower to my back.
My breath hitched as I gasped but his hands didn’t stop moving. He released his tongue from the kiss before he bit my lower lip again.
A sound came out of my mouth into his—Something I later realized that it was a moan.
A moan just escaped my lips into a man’s mouth? And for a moan?
His hand grabbed my butt all of a sudden and I jolted forward but it was into him. He released my lips and muttered, “You’re so sensitive.”
“Ahh…” I winced out as his soft hands massaged my butt, my eyes rolling backward while I tugged at his biceps a little harder.
“My girlfriend’s brother loves when I please him.” He rasped before he began to push me backward, until the back of my legs hit the bed.
Then, he forcefully shoved one of his legs in between mine. He hit my left leg gently and my legs separated.
He broke the kiss. His eyes locked on mine again and it was right then I realized that I should chase this man away but before I could, he used a finger of his to push me down.
Slowly, he got rid of his thighs as he climbed above me, one of his legs in between my thighs. Then he completely lowered himself into me.
Something hard pressed against my thighs and my eyes widened. I yelled before I pushed him off me, running from the bed as I panted heavily.
“God… What was that?” I screamed, my breathing shaking so badly.
“My instrument of desire.” He smirked and spread his arms. “It was lustful just now to have your tight hole wrapped around it.”
As he said those words, something that I had never felt all my whole life happened.
From my back, in between my butt cheeks, I could feel a pulse. It was like the beating of a normal heart. It was soft and slow, a little bit ticklish too.
I blinked.
“That’s the Dominic effect, Cutie.” He said and got off the bed.
He began stripping himself of his clothes, leaving me in a trance. He unbuttoned his shirt as he stared into the mirror adjacent where he stood.
He blinked his eyes slowly and my breath seized.
Oh my God!
Very soon, I will run out of breath.
As quickly as his shirt came off, he pulled his singlets as well, exposing his nicely packed abs and stunning masculine build. The ridges were so well built that my mouth watered immediately.
Then my eyes trailed the movement of his hand as it went down. It wrapped around his pants and pulled them down slowly, a bulge showing in his briefs.
Oh… that’s almost twice of mine.
I bit my lips slowly and released it with a loud pop.
He picked up his pants as soon as he pulled them off completely. He dusted it, making some noise. He dropped it on my bed and stormed into the bathroom.
My right hand trailed along my back as it went to my butt, practicing what Dominic had done earlier. I squeezed my butt gently but the effect was different.
It wasn’t like the way he pressed it with his magical fingers that made me wince.
Thankfully, I was in my shorts. My left hand slipped into it from behind. My body shivered as my ring finger pressed against my anus.
It was indeed soft and pulsing. I also felt some amount of warm liquid around it.
I removed my hand and brought it to my face. It glistened a little and I couldn’t resist bringing it to my nose. The scent filled my nostrils as I shut my eyes, seeing Dominic doing the same to me.
“You smell so nice. Want me to fuck you?”
The voice came sharp. My eyes flipped open but there was no one around. It was just my filthy imagination.
This really has to stop. I balled my hands into a fist as I sprinted towards the bathroom.
As I placed my hand on the door, it flung open itself.
Dominic stood in front of me, shaking his head as the remaining water in his hair sprinkled on me. I shut my eyes as the coldness seeped into my skin.
I staggered, falling backward as I lost a step.
Before I could fall deeper, his hand reached out and grabbed me, wrapping around my waist. My mouth parted as my head bounced back into his chest.
My hands wrapped around his neck out of fear.
“Cutie, were you eavesdropping on me or trying to see my naked form?” He asked, his voice clear as the night owl’s.
“N-no.” I replied, releasing my hands around him.
I coughed.
He helped me to my feet and darted towards the table. It was then I realized that he wasn’t tying a towel around his waist.
My eyes glued against his backside, admiring his perfect shape as he poured water into the glass cup. His butt popped out a little. That’s what some women do not have, even my ex.
Then he turned around, looking heavily dashing in his naked form. His full glory rested in between his thighs. It was almost reaching the middle of his inner thighs.
My thighs tightened again and I swallowed hard.
TYING LOOSE ENDS.DOMINIC The drive to the old house took forty-five minutes. It felt like forty-five years.Cyrus drove. His hand was on my thigh. His thumb moved back and forth. He wasn't trying to calm me down. He was trying to calm himself down. I could feel it in the way his leg bounced. The way he checked the rearview mirror every few seconds. The way he kept looking at me like he was afraid I would disappear."You're quiet," he said."I'm thinking.""About what?""About the last time I was in that house.""When was that?""Seven years ago. Almost to the day."He glanced at me. His eyes were soft he looked like he was really Worried. "Do you want to talk about it?""I had just told them," I said. "About being gay. About you. About everything.""You told them about me?""I told them I was in love with someone. I didn't say your name. I was too scared. I thought if I said your name out loud, they would find you. Hurt you. I couldn't let that happen."Cyrus's grip tightened on my
DOWN TO TWO OPTIONS DOMINIC The doorbell rang at seven in the morning Not the polite buzz of a delivery person it was a long, insistent ring. I was still in bed. Cyrus was draped across my chest, dead to the world. His hair was in my face. His leg was hooked over my hip. He was warm and heavy and I didn't want to move. The morning light was soft through the curtains. The apartment was quiet. Everything felt safe.The doorbell rang again.Cyrus groaned. His face pressed deeper into my neck. "Who the fuck is that at this hour?""I don't know.""If it's Festus, I'm going to kill him.""It's not Festus. Festus texts first.""Then who?"The bell rang a third time. Longer this time. More insistent."Stay here," I said. "I'll get it.""No. Stay.""Nothing is important before coffee," I said, echoing his words from a hundred lazy mornings. But my voice didn't sound right. Even I could hear it. Tight. Strained.Cyrus lifted his head. His eyes were still half-closed, but he was looking at
JERK ME OFFDOMINICDinner was supposed to be normal.Cyrus made pasta. I made salad. Festus brought wine. Timone brought bread. We sat around the table like four normal people who hadn't spent the last year surviving scandals and fake pregnancies and the collapse of our families.Cyrus sat across from me. His knee touched mine under the table. He did that now. Always touching. Like he was afraid I would disappear."I can't believe you two waited so long," Cyrus said, looking at Festus and Timone."Waited for what?" Festus asked."To admit you're in love with each other. It was painful to watch." Timone choked on his wine. "What do you mean?""I mean the longing glances. The way you looked at each other when you thought no one was paying attention. It was embarrassing.""It was not," Timone said."It was," Cyrus said. "Remember that party last year? Festus, you stared at Timone for three hours. Three hours. I counted."Festus's face went red. "You counted?""Someone had to."We laughe
BEND OVER TIMONEI woke up to sunlight and the weight of Festus's arm across my chest. He was still asleep.His face was pressed into the pillow. His hair was a mess. His lips were parted. He looked younger like this. Softer. The hard lines of his jaw were relaxed. The tension in his shoulders was gone.I watched him breathe.Last night came flooding back. The confession. The kiss. His mouth on my cock. My mouth on his. The way he held me after, like he was afraid I would disappear.I hadn't disappeared I was still here.His arm tightened around my chest. His eyes were still closed."You're staring," he said. His voice was rough with sleep."You're supposed to be asleep.""I was. You woke me up.""How?""Your heartbeat. It's too fast."I laughed. "You can hear my heartbeat?""I can feel it. Right here." His hand pressed against my chest. "It's racing.""That's your fault." He opened his eyes. Looked at me. His eyes were dark. Soft. The same eyes I had been drowning in for four years.
OUR SHARED BONDTIMONEI had been in love with Festus for four years.Four years of watching him from across the room. Four years of memorizing the way he laughed, the way he frowned, the way his hands moved when he talked. Four years of telling myself it would pass, that it was just a phase, that I would wake up one morning and feel nothing.It hadn't passed. It had only gotten worse. Every day, the want dug deeper into my chest like a splinter I couldn't pull out.Tonight, I was sitting on his couch. His apartment. His mess. His smell. He was in the kitchen, making drinks, and I was trying not to stare at his back. The way his t-shirt stretched across his shoulders. The way his jeans sat low on his hips. The way his hair curled at the nape of his neck."You're quiet," he said without turning around."I'm always quiet.""No. You're always thinking. There's a difference."He walked over. Handed me a glass. Whiskey. Neat. The way I liked it. He remembered. Of course he remembered. He r
ITS ALL OVER. DOMINIC The lawsuit was filed on a Tuesday.By Friday, Phoebe was blowing up our phones.I watched the notifications pile up on Cyrus's screen while he was in the shower. Seventeen missed calls. Twenty-three text messages. Each one more unhinged than the last. You think you can do this to me? I'm your wife. I was your wife. You owe me. I'll destroy you. I'll tell everyone what you did. I'll tell them about the affair. I'll tell them how you left me for him. Cyrus came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. Water dripped down his chest. He looked at me looking at his phone."She's spiraling," I said."Good.""She's going to do something stupid.""She already did something stupid. She faked a pregnancy. She committed fraud. She defamed us. Now she gets to deal with the consequences."I handed him the phone. He read through the messages. His face didn't change."She's threatening to tell people about the affair.""Let her. Everyone already know
cyrus's point of view.The door closed behind me gently, Machines hummed softly, as Phoebe lay in the bed, impossibly still.For a second, I couldn’t move. I stood just inside the door, my hand still hovering where the handle had been, like I might bolt if I let myself think long enough. She looked
cyrus's point of view.The door closed behind me gently, Machines hummed softly, as Phoebe lay in the bed, impossibly still.For a second, I couldn’t move. I stood just inside the door, my hand still hovering where the handle had been, like I might bolt if I let myself think long enough. She looked
NEAR DEATH.CYRUS POV.The smell of disinfectant and old coffee hung in the air, the latter a potent aftertaste left in the throat. I stood in the doorway a moment too long, my feet rooted in place as if they were stuck, my hands clenched into such tight fists they ached. A I didn't have to look f
A SUICIDE ATTEMPT.CYRUS POVI woke up before my eyes opened. There was a tightness in my chest, My body felt coiled, restless, the way it feels when it's been bracing itself all night for impact. When the phone on the nightstand started vibrating again, I didn't jump. I already knew it was there.







