All Chapters of Addicted To Sin: A Steamy MxM Collection.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I REALLY DO NOT HAVE TO WARN YOU. DO I? ^^ Chapter 1. Rick’s POV I kicked the front door shut behind me, tie loosened as I felt shoulders go numb from the long ass day I’d just had at the office. clocked twenty-eight today. Another year old with the same bullshit routine. Tim had texted me earlier saying he’d “handle dinner,” which usually meant takeout and his dick down my throat before the food got cold. Fine by me, I needed that kind of birthday. I needed all those bad cum–oops, energy out of me. “Tim?” I called out, dropping my keys onto the little table by the door. The apartment smelled like vanilla candles and something sharp I couldn’t wrap my head around; whisky, maybe. The lights were dimmed low, giving those proposal vibes I do see while doomscrolling on TikTok. Wait, was I getting proposed to? I’d started fantasizing about those romantic weddings at the beach, the man in suit and the other in a wedding gown. Wait, I think I got that wrong. Could I actually w

Chapter 3.Aftermath & Round Three (or Was It Four?)Rick’s POVBy the time most of the guys had started tapping out one by one, the living room looked no different than a crime scene produced from a very sticky porno. Scattered all over the floor were empty lube bottles, discarded condoms, random pieces of clothing, and one very sad, half-melted chocolate cake that somehow never got eaten.Only the real grinders remained: Tim, Jax (who apparently, ran on pure protein and spite), and Derek; my quiet accounting coworker who had somehow turned into a complete demon once the lights got lower.I was a total wreck. Voice gone, legs shaking, body covered in drying cum and sweat. My hole felt used in the best and worst way possible: puffy, sloppy, still twitching like it hadn’t gotten the memo that the party was supposed to slow down.Tim carried me onto the bed in our room, the others following like hungry wolves who’d only taken the edge off.“One more round, baby,” he murmured against my

Chapter 5. No Witness.Alex’s POVMarcus didn’t give me time to think. He just grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward the big open mats. My shorts were already halfway down my legs and my dick was bouncing around like it had its own plan. I almost tripped. Felt like a total idiot but my heart was racing too fast to care.He pushed me down on all fours. The mat was cool under my palms. Marcus shoved his shorts low enough to pull his cock out. It was thick and heavy and slapped against my ass cheek. He spit in his hand real quick and rubbed it on himself.“Fuck this is stupid,” he muttered. “Wife’s probably wondering why I’m not home yet. Texting me about the baby moving around. And I’m here ready to raw my brother’s best friend like some horny asshole.”I let out a nervous laugh that came out more like a whimper. “Coach you sure about this?”He didn’t answer with words. Just lined up and pushed in. The burn made me suck in a sharp breath. He went slow at first but I could feel how bad

Chapter 7Kai’s POV “Hurrgh…” I breathed out as I dropped my bag onto the floor.I really hated being back in this house.It still smelled the same. Old wood and Mom’s vanilla candle stuff. I hauled the last suitcase up the stairs. My arms were killing me. Twenty-two and here I was, moving back in like some loser. All because of that ugly divorce.Damon was already there in the hallway. Twenty-eight, tall, and looking like he owned the gym. He leaned against my old bedroom door with his arms folded. No shirt on. Just those gray sweatpants sitting low. His dark eyes followed every step I took.“You sure took your time,” he said. Voice all deep and lazy.I dropped the suitcase. It hit the floor hard. “Some of us have actual jobs, Damon. Not everybody just sits around playing king of the house.”He gave that smirk. The same one he’s had since we were kids. “King of the house? That’s funny. Last I remember, you ran off the second you hit eighteen. Now you’re crawling back.”My face got

Chapter 9Kai’s POV I tried acting normal the next few days, but it wasn’t quite convincing. Mornings sucked the most. Mom would cook eggs and ask if we were getting along okay while I’d sit there all stiff, trying not to shift around too much on the chair. My body still remembered the whole kitchen thing. The way Damon stopped right when I was about to lose it. I kept catching him staring at me across the table with that little smirk spread across his face like he knew exactly what he did.Well…he did. Work felt extra long those days. By the time I got home I was dead beat. The house tension made everything feel so much heavier. Mom said she was tired and going to bed early. “You two watch something on TV. Just don’t start fighting again.”“Sure,” I said under my breath.Damon was already on the couch when I came downstairs. His legs were spread out, taking up half the space. He had the remote in his hand, flipping through channels. No shirt on. Just those gray sweatpants sittin