My husband's mistress is a Man 6

My husband's mistress is a Man 6


"What were you doing in her office?" Elias asked, voice deceptively calm. His gaze was unreadable, the kind of look that masked fire beneath still water.

Avery didn’t flinch. He rolled his eyes with perfected nonchalance, his back pressed against the leather of the seat.

"I was playing make believe. We are cousins, right? What’s wrong with me making it believable?" he replied, the sarcasm biting clean through.

Elias didn’t answer, just stared.

The car hummed quietly along the road, low jazz playing from the front. The tinted divider was up, separating them from the driver. Private. Soundproof. Secure. Just how Elias liked things when control started to slip.

Without warning, Elias lunged forward and grabbed Avery, pulling him roughly into his lap. The movement was swift and practiced, like muscle memory. Avery ended up straddling him, their chests inches apart.

“You looked flushed when I came in.” Elias's fingers curled under Avery’s chin, angling his face upward.

Avery gave a lazy smirk, hiding the swirl of thoughts behind his eyes. “Your wife has a way of teasing and intimidating people like me.”

It wasn’t a lie. But it wasn’t the full truth either. June had licked her lips and glanced at his belt more than once during their conversation. Her stare could melt steel.

Elias’s suspicion seemed to ease slightly, his jaw unclenching. “I know... she has that effect.”

He leaned in and kissed Avery, slow and deep..nothing like the calculated kiss he had placed on June earlier. This was a kiss that claimed.

Avery responded, but his hands remained balled at Elias’s shoulders.

“You shouldn’t have gone through all that stress to bring her lunch,” Elias murmured between kisses, sliding one hand down to squeeze Avery’s ass.

“It covers her suspicions,” Avery said, voice breathy now. “To her and others, I’m just your cousin bringing a thank-you lunch. Gratitude for housing me, remember?” He pouted, eyebrows drawing together in mock innocence.

But underneath that expression, jealousy simmered. Avery had hated watching that kiss between June and Elias, hated that it had happened right after her voice had dipped low and sultry while speaking to him. He didn’t know which betrayal dug deeper..the one he felt from Elias, or the one he felt from her.

Elias didn’t seem to notice Avery's inner war. He undid his zipper slowly, eyes locked on his lover's face.

“Just leave all that work to me,” he said, lips brushing the shell of Avery’s ear. “She won’t suspect a thing.”

His hand slid into Avery’s briefs. Heat, pressure. Control.

Avery’s back arched, a soft moan escaping before he could catch it.

“Naughty little thing. You’re already hard for me.” Elias’s voice was thick with arousal.

“Ah, fuck, Elias, don’t… not there,” Avery whispered, voice trembling.

“Right here?” Elias rubbed him harder, coaxing another moan. “Or here?” He shifted slightly, grinding their bodies together with slow friction.

Avery buried his face in the crook of Elias’s neck, the scent of his cologne mixed with heat and hunger. “I just want you to be careful,” he mumbled, breath hitching.

Elias’s hand didn’t stop. “Promise me.”

Avery bit down on his lip, eyes squeezed shut. “I… I pro…mise.”

“Good,” Elias growled. “Now it’s time to make Daddy cum.”

Avery shivered at the nickname, the command, the car’s quiet isolation.

He slid down, his hands moving with practiced grace, lips brushing Elias's skin like fire over silk.

The air inside the car was thick. Tinted windows shielded the outside world, partition glass locked the driver behind silence, and every inch of leather upholstery seemed to vibrate with heat as Avery straddled Elias, legs tucked around him, his chest flush against his lover's.

Elias's fingers dug into Avery's hips possessively, grounding him, reminding him exactly who he belonged to.

"Say it again," Elias murmured, voice low, almost calm..but his grip was anything but.

Avery squirmed in his lap, breathless. "I promise... Daddy."

That was the only green light Elias needed.

His hands moved like fire..controlling, unforgiving. Avery felt his back arch as Elias rolled his hips up, making him grind down hard. Their clothes were still on, but barely a barrier. Elias's tailored pants strained with pressure. Avery's zipper was already half-undone, his briefs damp, his cock aching from the friction.

Elias held Avery’s chin between two fingers. "You don't get to act jealous and pouty and think Daddy won't punish you for it."

Avery's eyes fluttered. "I'm not..I wasn’t..I just... don’t like when you kiss her."

"Tough. She's my wife. And you're my good boy. Aren’t you?"

"Y-Yes."

"Say it."

"I'm your good boy, Daddy... please."

Elias leaned forward and caught his mouth in a bruising kiss, teeth clashing, tongues desperate. Avery whimpered into it, nails clutching Elias’s shoulders like he was drowning.

Elias's hands roamed. One wrapped around the back of Avery’s neck, possessive. The other slipped beneath Avery’s shirt, tracing the flushed heat of his spine, making him shiver violently.

A sharp thrust up made Avery yelp..then whimper. "Fuck, Elias.."

"Quiet. I don’t want your pretty voice drawing attention. If that driver so much as looks back, you’ll have to finish yourself in the bathroom when we get home."

Avery bit his lip hard, trembling. He rolled his hips again, chasing the friction, eyes glazed, pupils blown wide.

"You like riding Daddy’s lap in public, huh? Humping me like a needy little thing in the back of a moving car?"

Avery whimpered. "I c-can’t help it.."

Elias grabbed a fistful of Avery’s hair, tilting his head back. "Then take what you want, baby. You wanted this so bad..move."

Avery obeyed, grinding down harder, sobbing softly now, overwhelmed. The car rocked subtly with the rhythm, the sounds of his breath and the wet friction between them filling the enclosed space.

Elias watched every twitch of Avery's face. Every stifled moan. Every tear threatening to spill.

"You’re crying already? We haven’t even started yet."

Avery shook his head, panting. "It’s too much..I can’t..I want.."

Elias grabbed his waist and slammed him down hard. "You can. You will. You’re going to come on Daddy’s lap like the desperate little slut you are."

Avery’s whole body convulsed. His thighs shook. "Please please please.."

Elias's voice dropped to a growl. "That’s right. Rub that needy cock on me. Just like that."

The slick heat built between them, uncontrollable. Elias guided him, hips surging up, hands gripping Avery’s ass tight, forcing him to keep pace.

Avery was whimpering now..raw, high, almost sobbing. "Gonna..gonna..oh my God.."

"Cum for me. Now. Let it out."

Avery gasped, then trembled violently as the wave crested and broke. He collapsed forward, shuddering in Elias’s arms, hot breath spilling across his neck.

Elias held him there, possessive and calm. He hadn’t come yet. That could wait.

Avery’s voice was tiny. "I made a mess."

Elias smirked against his temple. "You always do, baby. That’s why you belong to me."

Avery looked up, teary-eyed, wrecked, bliss-drunk. "You’re still hard."

"That’s your next job, when we get upstairs. I’m not done with you."

Avery trembled again..this time in anticipation.

The car slowed. They were pulling into the underground garage.

Elias brushed his lips over Avery’s ear.

"Time to go upstairs, clean you up, and fuck you properly."

Avery smiled wickedly, dazed. "Yes, Daddy."