My husband's mistress is a man 3

My husband's mistress is a man 3


“Fuck, your cock feels so good,” Avery moaned, his voice muffled against the guestroom sheets.

He was trying..truly trying..not to be loud. But Elias just kept thrusting into him from behind, rough and possessive, like he had something to prove. Every sharp snap of Elias’s hips forced a new sound from Avery’s throat.

They weren’t supposed to be here.

The Gray mansion was quiet, too sacred, too public. But Elias had moved him in..under the guise of being a distant cousin in need of support. It was all lies, all theater, and yet… it thrilled them both.

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” Elias grunted, thrusting harder, voice wrecked. “Tightening around me like this. Trying to make me lose control.”

Avery smirked despite the gasp that followed. “You sound surprised, Senator.”

Elias groaned.

Sex with June had always been efficient. Polished. Emotionless. Like two diplomats shaking hands across a table. But this? This was war. This was lust and fire and obsession.

“You like it, don’t you? Senator Gray,” Avery teased breathlessly.

That did it.

Elias pulled out, grabbed Avery by the hips, and flipped him onto his back in one fluid, dominant move. He pressed him into the mattress, legs spread, breath hot.

“Don’t test me,” Elias growled, eyes burning.

Avery laughed, defiant even as his body shuddered beneath the older man’s weight. “Make me regret it, then.”

Elias didn’t hesitate.

He sank back inside with one brutal thrust, and Avery cried out, hands flying to grip the pillow. Elias watched his face, the arch of his spine, the flush spreading across his chest.

“Look at you,” Elias breathed, hips snapping. “Open like the way to hell.”

Avery’s nails clawed at the sheets.

“You love this. Being ruined in my house. On my sheets. With my name in your mouth.”

“Elias..”

“I said say it.”

“Senator Gray.”

Elias moaned at the sound, losing rhythm for a moment as the tension in his body coiled tighter.

He leaned down, mouths barely brushing. “Say it again.”

“Fuck me, Senator Gray.”

That did it.

Elias pinned both of Avery’s wrists above his head with one hand, the other gripping his jaw, thumb brushing the spit-slick curve of his lower lip.

“I’m not letting you go,” Elias said, voice like a vow.

Avery’s body trembled beneath him. “I don’t want you to.”

Their mouths crashed together..brutal, hungry, teeth and tongue and panting. Elias fucked him like he owned him, and maybe, in that moment, he did.

The bed creaked.

The headboard slammed rhythmically into the wall.

Avery whimpered beneath him, legs shaking, lips red from biting back screams.

“Cum for me,” Elias commanded. “Let go. Let me see you make that beautiful face you make when you cum for me.”

Avery’s cry tore through the room as he came, clenching hard, sending Elias into a frenzy. A few more desperate thrusts, and Elias groaned deep, body jerking as he emptied himself inside with a guttural sound.

Silence fell..hot and thick with sweat and sex and something neither dared to name.

They collapsed together, breath mingling, bodies slick.

Minutes passed.

Elias rolled onto his back, arm draped across his face.

Avery turned toward him, cheek on the pillow, eyes soft now. “You going to pretend I don’t exist in the morning?”

Elias didn’t answer at first.

“I can’t…” he whispered.

Avery blinked. “Can’t what?”

Elias turned his head to look at him, raw. “I can’t stop.”

Avery’s heart stuttered.

“I’ve tried,” Elias said. “I keep trying to stay away. Then I see you, and I’m..”

“Ruined,” Avery finished for him.

Elias nodded.

They stared at each other.

Then Avery slowly slid closer, laying his head on Elias’s chest.

“You keep saying you’re going to lose everything,” he murmured.

“I might.”

“But you haven’t yet.”

Elias wrapped an arm around him. “Yet.”

Avery traced lazy circles over his chest. “Do you love her?”

“I married her.”

“That’s not an answer.”

Elias was silent.

“I love her stability,” he said at last. “Her precision. What we built. But love? I don’t know.”

Avery closed his eyes.

“Do you love me?”

Elias exhaled hard.

“You make me feel alive.”

That wasn’t an answer either.

But it was closer.

Avery didn’t push. Instead, he curled into him and whispered, “I’ll stay. As long as you keep wanting me.”

Elias pulled him tighter.

“Then you’re never leaving.”

The garage door rumbled shut just as Elias and Avery slipped into the hallway, still slightly flushed from what had just transpired in the guest room.

“You think she’s back?” Avery whispered, smoothing down his shirt.

Elias listened for footsteps. “No. She always takes her time coming in. Probably still in the car texting her sister.”

“Mm. Or her assistant,” Avery muttered.

Elias shot him a look.

Avery smirked. “Please. She’s too clean to be that clean.”

Just as Elias opened his mouth to respond, the sound of heels clicked against the marble floor.

June Gray.

Flawless. Elegant. A fresh shade of lipstick that hadn’t been there this morning. Her eyes immediately found Elias..then drifted to the man standing next to him.

Avery tensed.

June’s smile didn’t falter. “Darling. You’re home early.”

“I could say the same,” Elias replied coolly.

June glanced at Avery again, letting the silence stretch just long enough to register discomfort.

“And who’s this?”

Elias cleared his throat. “This is Avery. My cousin’s son. He’s in town for a while, just… getting some breathing space.”

“Oh?” June’s brows lifted just slightly. “I don’t recall hearing about a cousin’s son before.”

Avery tried not to squirm.

Elias stepped closer to his wife, calm and firm. “He’ll be staying with us. I offered him the guest room.”

June looked at Avery once more, her gaze sharper now. “Well. We’re a generous household.”

Avery nodded, trying to smile. “Thank you, Mrs. Gray.”

“Call me June,” she said smoothly. “Everyone does.”

Just then, the hallway thundered with stomping feet.

“Mom!” their daughter called from upstairs. “Why is there a stranger in our house?”

June raised her voice slightly. “He’s family, sweetheart.”

“Since when?” the girl yelled back.

“Since now,” Elias replied flatly.

Their daughter appeared at the top of the staircase, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. “He’s staying here?”

“Yes,” Elias said.

“That’s weird.”

“Teenagers,” June murmured, her tone full of syrup and bite.

Avery chuckled awkwardly. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

June looked at him, tilting her head. “You’re not intruding.”

She walked over, offering her hand.

He shook it, surprised at how soft her grip was…and how firm her gaze remained.

“So,” she said, voice low and amused, “how long will you be… breathing?”

“A while,” Elias answered quickly.

Avery caught the flicker in June’s eyes. Her smile had returned. Not fake. Not forced. Calculated.

“Well, make yourself at home,” she said, turning away. “I’m sure you’ll settle in just fine.”

She disappeared into the living room with a graceful turn, her heels clicking in a controlled rhythm.

Once out of sight, she let the mask slip. Her mouth curved into a sly smirk.

Audacious, she thought. He brought the boy into my house.

She poured herself a glass of wine and sank onto the velvet chaise.

Zane was beautiful. But Avery… he was something else entirely. Young. Delicate. Pretty in a way that made her lips twitch.

She closed her eyes for a moment and replayed the brief exchange.

The nervous twitch in Avery’s jaw.

The way Elias had stood too close.

The faint scent of sex still clinging to the air between them.

Oh, she knew.

Elias was bold. But she was patient.

“Two can play the game,” she whispered to herself.

A few minutes later, the soft knock on the living room door startled her.

Avery peeked in. “Sorry. Just… wanted to thank you again for not making this weird.”

June gestured to the armchair across from her. “Come. Sit.”

He hesitated, then obeyed.

She studied him openly now.

“So how old are you, Avery?”

“Twenty-five.”

“You look younger.”

“I get that a lot.”

She tilted her head. “And what do you do?”

“I used to work in hospitality.”

“Mm. So you’re good with service.”

He blinked. “Uh… I guess.”

She sipped her wine, eyes never leaving him. “You’re very composed. For someone in… transition.”

Avery shrugged. “I try not to ruffle feathers.”

She leaned forward just slightly, voice dipping lower. “But you don’t strike me as someone who plays small.”

His throat bobbed. “Depends on who’s watching.”

June smiled again.

“You know,” she said, tracing her finger along the rim of the glass, “this house has many rooms. But only one of them really matters.”

“Which one’s that?”

She set the glass down, stood, and smoothed her skirt. “The one you walk into with the wrong intentions.”

Avery didn’t respond.

June walked to the door, paused, then turned. “Get some rest, Avery.”

He stood too quickly. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Mm. We’ll work on that.”

She left him in the room alone, her mind already racing.

Let Elias have his little secret.

Sooner or later, secrets spilled.

And when they did… she’d be right there to lick the blood from the blade.

After all, who better to seduce the seducer than a woman scorned…who was already planning how she'd taste his lover for herself.