All Chapters of Bound By His Rules {M×M}: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Jide’s ass was right there, bare and glistening under the excess oil I’d poured. The dark cleft shone, muscles flexing slightly as he settled back down on the mat. I knelt between his spread legs, my heart hammering so loud I was sure he could hear it. My cock throbbed painfully against my shorts, the head already slick and pushing against the fabric.“Lower back still tight,” he said, his voice muffled against his folded arms. “But the glutes… yeah, focus there. They’re killing me too.”I swallowed hard. My hands hovered for a second before I placed them flat on his cheeks. Warm. Firm. I squeezed gently at first, testing, then harder—kneading the thick muscle like dough. Oil made my palms glide too easily; every slide felt obscene. I spread him open a little wider with each pass, thumbs tracing the inner curve, inching closer to the center.He let out a slow, satisfied groan. “That’s it. Right there.”I poured more oil straight down the crack. It ran in a thin stream, pooling at

I pulled back carefully—almost all the way out—watching the way his rim clung to my shaft, reluctant to release me. Then I sank back in, one long, deliberate glide. He groaned, his head tipping back against the mat, throat gulping. “Again,” he breathed. I did it slower this time. Out. In. Out. In. Each stroke let me feel every ridge of him hugging me, every pulse of his walls. Oil and pre-cum made obscene wet sounds between us. My balls brushed his ass on every deep push. Sweat beaded on his abs, mixing with the slick trails already there. He reached up, grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me down until our foreheads touched. “Kiss me while you fuck your sister’s boyfriend.” Our mouths crashed together—messy, open, tongues sliding. I tasted salt and heat. His hand slid down to my ass, fingers digging in, urging me deeper. I rolled my hips, grinding instead of thrusting, stirring inside him until he whimpered into my mouth. “Harder now,” he muttered against my l

Marcus’s tongue was hot and thick against my hole, pressing flat at first, then pointing, sliding right past the tight ring like he owned it. I gasped loud, my face buried in the couch cushion, ass pushed back shamelessly. Six months of nothing had left me so clenched that even his tongue felt huge, stretching me open in slow, wet circles. Every flick sent sparks up my spine. I was dripping pre-cum onto the leather, a steady puddle forming under me.He groaned into my skin, the vibration making me clench around nothing. “So fucking tight, Ansel. Like you’ve never been touched back here.”“I haven’t,” I whimpered. “Not since… not in months. Please don’t stop.”He didn’t. He spread my cheeks wider with both hands, his thumbs pulling me open, and dove deeper. His tongue fucked in and out, sloppy and hungry, spit running down my crack, coating my balls. I rocked back against his face, desperate for more, moaning like I was losing my mind. Lena’s soft gasps came from the armchair;

The shuttle from the airport wound its way along the sun-dappled coastal road, the ocean glittering to Alex’s right like a vast, restless mirror. He pressed his forehead against the cool window, watching palm trees blur past, his mind drifting back to the last time he had made this trip. It had been two years since he’d seen Ryan, his step-brother, and even then, it was just a quick weekend for their parents’ anniversary. But things had changed since those awkward teenage days when they’d shared a house after their folks remarried. Ryan had always been the confident one, the athlete with the easy charm that drew people in. Alex, quieter and more introspective, had harbored feelings he couldn’t name back then—admiration that twisted into something deeper, more forbidden. He’d pushed it down, moved away for college, dated a few guys, but the pull never fully faded. Now, at twenty-two, heading to Ryan’s place for a full week-long holiday, those old stirrings resurfaced, mingling with

The third day dawned with a gentle haze over the ocean, the kind that promised clearer skies by noon. Alex woke to the sound of distant gulls and the faint clatter from the kitchen. He stretched, his muscles loose from yesterday’s beach time, a subtle energy lingering from the night’s private indulgence. No second thoughts clouded his mind; instead, a quiet anticipation built for whatever the day held. He padded down the hall in shorts and a tank, finding Ryan and Jake already up, nursing coffee at the table. Ryan looked refreshed, his hair still damp from a morning run, while Jake scrolled through his phone, occasionally chuckling at something. “Join us,” Jake invited, pouring an extra mug. Alex accepted, settling in, the warmth of the ceramic seeping into his palms. They started making plans for the day but they later settled on a low-key day at home, with a game night proposed for evening. “Something fun, competitive,” Ryan suggested, his eyes lighting up. Alex agree