Masters of the Zodiac: Gemini

 

Graham

Leaving his financial statements behind, he went to the window overlooking the city. Supposedly, the historian Gemini had hired to certify his eligibility was in the suite next door, but he wasn’t in any hurry to meet the man.

Judging by the noises that had come from the doc’s room overnight, he didn’t have time for Graham. The lady with him certainly wouldn’t have welcomed an interruption.

Such a pity. Graham wouldn’t have minded watching.

He rubbed his forehead in a vain attempt to ease his fatigue, then returned to his laptop and tried to take care of some of his most pressing business. Unfortunately, it was a lost cause. His whole week was a bust, and he couldn’t focus anyway.

Although it was petulant and childish, he carefully dabbed a correction pen on every single gods-damned red checkmark in his planner but couldn’t stop thinking about the couple in the room next door.

Cursing under his breath, he tossed his pen aside, then charged into the bathroom for a shower.

Another very cold shower.

Despite the frigid water pouring over his body, Graham’s cock thickened. He rested his forehead against the marble and stroked himself.

The woman had long red hair, cute freckles, and an ass made for fucking. Her partner was faceless, but his erect cock was veined and perfect. Graham swallowed hard as he imagined sucking the woman’s juices off that delicious dick before he licked the cum from her pussy.

Fuck, he could almost taste the salty sweetness. His hand wasn’t nearly enough. He needed to be inside one of them more than he needed to breathe.

He slicked his hand over the head of his cock, smearing it with precum. Tightening his grip, he jacked himself faster as he pictured the redhead bound for the delectation of her lovers. A tingle started at the base of his spine, and he groaned as his cum sprayed the wall, mixing with cold water.

Still half-hard, his dick hung between his thighs as he adjusted the tap to warm the water before washing.

After drying off, he dressed and ordered breakfast. Thankfully, he didn’t hear a peep from the room next to his. He grimaced, knowing the doctor was sleeping a lot better than he had.

Graham consoled himself with the fact that the doc’s lady probably wasn’t a redhead, and the doc himself was more than likely a middle-aged man with male pattern baldness and a paunch.

Ugh. Judgmental much, asshole?

Fuck, he was starting to sound like his mother. It didn’t help that he’d been up all night listening to them. He’d say one thing for the doc… The man had some stamina.

A knock sounded at his door as he was pouring himself a cup of coffee. He sighed, knowing it was time to grow up and attempt to mitigate the damage to his business and lifestyle before some dumbass decided to stuff him into yellow robes.

Graham took a fortifying sip of his drink, then went to answer the door. To his shock, a woman with red hair and a generous dusting of freckles on her cheeks stood in the hallway. She blinked in surprise, then gave him a wide, delighted smile as she walked in.

“Tyler Graham. Damn, I love a man in a suit. You clean up nice.”

“Graham Tyler,” he corrected.

“Sorry. I guess I should have wished you a happy birthday last night.”  Before Graham could reply, she licked her lips, then kissed him. “You didn’t say a word.”

She tasted like coffee with a hint of chocolate, and against his will, his hands encircled her waist as the door shut behind her. Although he had no idea who she was, she looked exactly as he’d envisioned, and he couldn’t help remembering his fantasies of licking her partner’s cum from her pussy.

Even her gorgeous ass was just as he’d imagined—firm and round with just the perfect amount of give when he squeezed it. It would bounce beautifully when he spanked her.

Another knock sounded, making her blush and ease out of his reach. She cocked her head and her brow furrowed. “Um… Okay, yeah, not the time, sorry.”

She opened the door and blinked at a man who held a bundle of wilted grocery store flowers in one large hand. He was cute, with shaggy blond hair under a red baseball cap, at least two days of scruffy beard, and wore jeans and a yellow flannel button-down over a Nirvana T-shirt.

Noah stood behind him, his lips parted as his gaze darted between him and the stranger.

“Hey, Dr. Bartlett. I wanted to—”

Oh, fuck. She was Dr. Bartlett? He closed his eyes and tried not to remember listening to her come all night. Worse, he had to tamp down an unwelcome surge of jealousy when he realized the disheveled man in the doorway was probably the one who made her do it.

“Stop.” She held up a shaking hand and divided her gaze between them. “When is your birthday?”

The man pressed his lips together and didn’t look at her. “May thirty-first.”

She spun and pointed at him. “And your name?”

“Um…I—”

“Tell me your gods damned name!”

“Graham Tyler.”

“And I’m Tyler Graham,” the stranger replied.

Graham flinched and took a better look at the stranger, then lunged for a chair and sat before he fell. If the man staring at him cut his hair, shaved the scruffy beard, and put on a suit… It was like looking into a fucking mirror.

“I told myself you got a haircut and a shave, and I thought I got the names mixed up.” She let out a slightly hysterical giggle. “Son of a bitch.”

Without warning, her eyes rolled back, and she dropped like a stone.