Free The Foster Family by Jaime Samms

his eyes and dropped his lower jaw.
    Malcolm slipped out of his shorts, palmed his dick, and caressed Charlie’s face tenderly as he slid his cock deep into his mouth.
    Charlie moaned low in his chest as his jaw worked around Malcolm’s cock. He was apparently good at what he was doing, because Malcolm tipped his head back and tightened his fingers as they slipped into Charlie’s hair. He rocked his hips slow but deep, and soon, Charlie went still, letting Malcolm fuck him, hands lightly clasped behind his back.
    “Good God, I love you like this,” Malcolm said again as he picked up speed and force, and Charlie gave in to his every move.
    My own cock ached enough that my eyes began to cross as I watched. I wanted to whip it out and stroke myself right along with Malcolm’s rhythm, and even as I got my zipper between my fingers, Malcolm’s head came up. His gaze met mine and he shook his head a tiny fraction.
    I froze, heat racing to my face, more blood flooding my dick. I was going to explode in my pants, and I took a step back, hoping to escape, but he shook his head again. His fingers flexed in Charlie’s hair, and he pulled free of his lover’s mouth, turning Charlie’s head.
    Charlie allowed the movement, licking his lips as he gazed, eyes slightly glazed, at me.
    “Finish your job, boy,” Malcolm said softly, turning Charlie back to face him.
    Willingly, Charlie took him into his mouth again and sucked hard.
    “That’s it,” Malcolm purred. “Just like that.” He stroked Charlie’s hair and face, letting him do the job his way now. All the while, he stared at me, and without saying a word, refused me the option of getting myself off.
    And all he had to do was pin me there with that gaze. Wings of fear and excitement battered at me, like trapped little creatures in my chest incapable of stilling or escaping. I couldn’t breathe, could barely think beyond the confines of one man’s simple, compelling gaze.
    It amazed me how unconcerned Charlie seemed to be, letting me watch Malcolm use him like that. How Malcolm could get off while I watched and still be in such consummate control of both of us. But he did, and it was an amazing sight to see him reach climax, see how he tensed and let his release free into Charlie’s mouth.
    It was beautiful to watch him cradle Charlie afterward, cupping his head against his hip and stroking his hair. To watch Charlie’s eyes drift closed and a smile of satisfaction curl his lips as he licked away the last of Malcolm’s spunk.
    “Go shower, Kerry,” Malcolm said, his voice low and gentle. “Leave the door open.”
    I moaned. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to lock the door and jerk off in private, but when I opened my mouth to refuse, Charlie blinked up at me. There was such peace in his expression. He still looked tired, but he also looked so very happy.
    I nodded and left them alone to do whatever they did after something that intensely intimate. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t close and lock the door behind me. I didn’t leave it wide open, but I didn’t latch it either.
    I managed to get my clothes off and myself into the shower without breaking Malcolm’s injunction against jacking off. I even got soaped up. But the rinsing off defeated me. All the slickness of the soap running down my abs and thighs and the beat of the water on my still-raging cock finally tipped the balance, and I wrapped tight fingers around myself.
    The first stroke was heaven. Then the bathroom door hinges creaked, and I didn’t have to turn to know there were eyes on me.
    “Go away,” I panted, already knowing the demand was a futile one.
    “You watched us,” Charlie pointed out, very gently.
    “Turn around,” Malcolm said.
    Fuck but that tone of voice was almost impossible to ignore. I squeezed my cock, hard, hoping to kill my erection, but half a day of battling it, watching them fuck like that, and now feeling their gazes crawling all over me…. There was no way.
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