Addicted To Sin: A Steamy MxM Collection. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Chapter 111. Asher’s POV. I walked into their room because there was nowhere else to go. The door clicked shut behind us and the lock turned with a final sound. Oren’s hand stayed on the back of my neck the whole way, thumb stroking once like he was calming a skittish animal. Orion moved past us and flicked on the low lamp by the bed, giving that warm ambience “Sit,” Oren said.I sat on the edge of the mattress. The sheets smelled clean. My hands were still faintly red from the paint. I stared at them instead of looking up.Orion crouched in front of me again, same as in the garage. He took one of my wrists and turned it over, examining the stain like it offended him personally.“This is what happens when you let people know you’re soft,” he said. “They test. They push. They ruin your shit.”Oren’s fingers tightened on my neck. “We’re going to fix the soft part.”I let out a short breath that almost became a laugh. “You can’t fix white hair and a target on my back.”“Watch us.”Or

Chapter 113. Asher’s POV. I woke up in Brooks’s bed with Oren’s arm locked around my waist and Orion’s leg thrown over both of us. The sheets were a mess. My body felt used in the best and worst way, sore and sticky and still half open from the night before. Brooks was already awake, sitting against the headboard with a hand in my hair like he had been watching me sleep.“Morning,” he said, voice rough. “Don’t move yet.”I stayed still. Oren stirred behind me and pressed closer, nose against the back of my neck. Orion made a low sound and shifted until his cock rested against my thigh, half hard already.“He’s still soft,” Orion murmured. “I can feel it.”Brooks’s fingers tightened in my hair. “He’s going to stay that way. We have a problem.”That got everyone’s attention. Oren propped himself up on one elbow. “What kind of problem.”“We’d be having a visit from the inspectors. Three days from now.” Brooks kept stroking my hair like the words were ordinary. “Mrs. Langford and one ot

Chapter 115. Axel’s POVOkayyy…. So I think I might be addicted to jerking off.Not in the cute, “oops I watch too much porn” way. In the full-blown, can’t-function-without-it, brain-melted, balls-aching kind of way. It started months ago, or maybe years, I don’t even know anymore. All I know is that every morning my hand finds my cock before my eyes are fully open, and the rest of the day is just me trying not to get caught while I keep feeding the hunger.Last weekend almost ruined me. There was a house party at Marcus’s place. Too many people, too much whiskey, too little self-control. I slipped into the guest bathroom after three drinks, already half-hard from watching some guy in a tight black shirt lean against the kitchen counter. I locked the door, shoved my jeans down, and started stroking like the world was ending. Slow at first, then faster, spit-slick and desperate, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood. I was right there, right on the edge, hips jerking, when someone ban

Chapter 117. Axel’s POVThe board meeting is scheduled for two o’clock sharp and I am already ruined before it even starts.I locked the door again after lunch and fully closed my blinds. The toy is back inside me, thicker than the one from this morning, buried so deep I can feel it every time I shift in the chair. My trousers are open under the desk, my cock is out and already slick from the slow stroking I’ve been doing for the last twenty minutes just to take the edge off but it hasn’t worked cause I’m still horny and full as ever. I log into the call with one hand while my other stays wrapped loosely around myself, thumb smearing precum over the head in lazy circles. Faces start popping up on the screen. The usual lineup. Mr. Harrington at the top, silver hair and permanent frown. Ms. Cole from finance. Two regional directors. The CFO. Everyone looking crisp and serious while I sit here with a dildo pressed against my prostate and my cock twitching in my fist.“Axel, good aftern

Chapter 119. Mustapha’s POVI had already learned the pattern by the third week.Jerry was never the type to say it out loud, but I knew the signs. The way his keys would jingle a little louder when he stopped outside my cell after lights-out. The way he’d tilt his head toward the laundry room, or the abandoned wing, or the narrow stairs that led up to the roof access. Always the same quiet order.“Come on.”I went. Every time.That night he took me to the laundry room. The big industrial dryers were still warm from the day shift, Jerry locked the outer door but left the inner one cracked open just enough that anyone walking the corridor could see movement if they looked hard enough. He pointed at the folding table.“Pants down. The shirt stays on.”I did it. The air was thick with the smell of detergent and hot metal. My cock was already half-hard just from the walk over. Jerry sat on the edge of a washer, pulled a clipboard into his lap, and started filling out some bullshit form