Synopsis: Octavious has his first bisexual experience when Daniel joins him and Genevieve.
Warning: This scene contains a scene featuring bisexual men. If that is not your cup of tea, then this chapter might not be for you.
Octavious scanned the room, letting his gaze drift while Genevieve worked his manhood with her mouth. On the couch across from them, Jess, the blonde barista, lay back against a cushion with her hair fanned out like spilled honey. She was young and luminous, carrying the kind of soft innocence that only belonged to someone the world hadn’t gotten to yet. Graham knelt between her legs, his gray head moving with a patience that surprised Octavious. He’d pegged the man as someone who rushed through everything, taking what he wanted without any interest in giving.
He spotted the painter at the bar, sketchbook open, green hair dark in the low light. She had a studded septum ring, and he wondered what else on her body might be pierced. Was she aware of how striking she was? Her hand moved quickly as she captured the salacious scenes unfolding before her. Did she not want to join in? Or was she there to simply observe?
Then there was Daniel.
The architect. Genevieve had mentioned him during their interview. The suit was unmistakable. Octavious didn’t know labels the way some people did, but he’d trained enough executives and developers to recognize fabric that hung like that on a body. Like Graham’s Patek Philippe. He’d seen one on a client’s wrist once and been told what it cost. He couldn’t believe people wore things like that around their wrists. Things that were worth more than most people’s homes.
Daniel was moving toward them. Slowly. Unsure of himself.
Octavious had seen that look before. In the gym. In the sauna, to be precise. Men who were interested but cautious about how their advances might land. Twice, he’d been propositioned, and twice he’d declined. Cleanly, without embarrassment on either side.
But both times, later, at home, he’d regretted it.
He definitely wasn’t gay, that much he knew. He couldn’t be happier sitting here with Genevieve sucking his cock. But if he was honest with himself, he was probably bisexual. But, it was hard to be sure when he’d never allowed himself to experience a man before. Was this the night?
He felt a certain thrill shoot through his body and his cock throbbed in Genevieve’s mouth.
