Race With a Heart
Chapter 194: What Men Do in Bed Before Breakfast

Chapter 194: What Men Do in Bed Before Breakfast

The finger was actually a bit unexpected, and it woke Kevin right away. If Lambert had put it on him while he was asleep, Moore might wake up slightly shocked.

Jack really was a very caring lover and fair partner. Both must have had pleasure in having sex, although Kevin had long noticed that Lambert was particularly careful with Moore’s pleasures.

Kevin sighed, relaxing under Jack’s caress. The driver sucked it greedily, licked it and swallowed it, not forgetting the vigorous but careful movements of his finger at the same time.

"Oh, Jack ..." Moore moaned. "I don’t know how long you caressed me with your hand, but I already ..."

Lambert, of course, knew it well. He must have sensed the changes that were happening instantly in Kevin’s penis, which was after all swallowed up by Jack’s mouth. He knew and expected it with the excitement of how hard he drilled a finger into his lover’s ass.

Moore tensed and groaned, he spewed his semen right into Jack’s hot throat. He could have such wonderful wake-ups every day.

But he knew it wasn’t over. As soon as the last spasm of pleasure shook Moore, Jack began to change position and free himself from the sheets covering him.

Kevin sighed and in that one sigh he expressed his relief, excitement and even resignation, because he knew that in a moment, instead of Lambert’s finger, he would feel something much nicer in his ass.

Kevin felt relieved because of his orgasm, he was excited about the morning sex ahead of him, and he felt resignation because he was facing another working day spent a bit uncomfortably with the morning passion. But of all these emotions, the strongest desire was for Jack to put his penis in him and fuck him with as much passion as he always did.

"Professor, I don’t know what you dreamed about, but you had such a delightful expression on your face that you turned me on enormously," Jack explained as he threw Kevin’s legs over his shoulders.

"Really?" said Moore, surrendering himself completely to Lambert. "I thought I was so excited because you caressed me while I slept."

"Oh!" Jack reached for the bottle. He was clearly already prepared. "So what did you dream about?"

Kevin looked at Jack’s flushed face, at his beautifully sculpted torso, at his supple abdomen, and at his penis that looked like an arrow pointing to the rise of the stock market.

"He," said Moore, pointing to Jack’s penis. "We were at a charity party and he slipped out of your fly. Nobody saw it. People drank champagne, talked, laughed, and I only saw him..."

"Okay, that’s a good answer. Now watch him carefully, watch him, he will disappear into your hot interior in a moment!"

Kevin smiled flirtatiously and actually watched Jack generously pour lubricant over his penis.

"Ready or not, here I go!" Jack exclaimed resolutely and stabbed into Moore’s ass with all his force.

"OH!" the young professor exclaimed. Jack entered him with such enthusiasm as if he had been waiting only for the opportunity for several hours. The enthusiasm of the lover, however, was extremely pleasant, because it was a perfect testimony to how much Lambert craved his body. And that was fucking sexy.

"Hell, Professor, you’re making such a sweet face today that I’m going to go crazy!"

It is true that Moore did not take any of the expressions on purpose, but Jack’s words gave him satisfaction.

"It’s your... fault..." he moaned looking straight into Lambert’s face, clearly visible between Kevin’s legs. "You are today... oh...! very... energetic."

Jack gripped his calves. He kissed one of them and then leaned in to change the angle of penetration. His thick penis was reaching deep and rubbing against Moore’s hot interior with insane passion.

This morning is sure to affect Kevin’s day, but ...

"More ..." moaned the young professor, sensing that Lambert was holding back.

"Are you sure?" Jack stuck his wonderfully beautiful, kind eyes in which passion fought for the better with fear for his lover’s well-being into him. "You are going to work today..."

"You might have thought of it sooner," Moore admonished. "Now I want ... more ..."

As always, he would pay for it with discomfort during the day, but if the price weren’t worth the commodity, he wouldn’t be asking for it so hard.

So Jack stopped being gentle and put all his strength and passion into the movement of his hips, forcing the professor to groan under him and, in a fit of uncontrolled ecstasy, stuck his fingers into Jack’s back. If Kevin were a woman with long fingernails, Lambert’s back would now have deep, bloody wounds. Since Jack had sex with a man, he could only have bruises.

Well, he deserved it by doing Kevin what he was doing. As they reached the height of ecstasy, Moore’s face was embellished with the most wonderful, inspirational smile.

As Jack slid off Kevin, Moore glanced at watch. How good it wasn’t even six in the morning. Tired, he closed his eyes.

"Before you go to work, put laundry on" said the tired professor and put his arm around his lover.

"Yes, dear. I’ll even make you breakfast. Eggs and bacon or scrambled eggs and ham?"

"Whatever," Moore muttered sleepily. One round of sex with Jack could be more exhausting than a full day at work. "But later. Do them later. In an hour, maybe an hour and a half. I want to lie with you like that. "

Kevin wasn’t even going to sleep, but Lambert’s naked, warm body was so pleasant that he couldn’t help but treat him like pillows.

"I don’t know if I should say this," Moore said softly, "but Paul is clearly pleased to find his brother."

"Really?" Lambert rejoiced, moving excitedly.

"Lie still," Moore chided him, not opening his eyes. "Let my body recover."

"Forgive me. How do you know? Did he tell you, is this your observation?"

"Both," Kevin said. Suddenly he laughed. "The entire station knows about it, and even half of the prosecutor’s office."

"What? How is that?"

"Lie still," Moore admonished him again. "As Paul got used to the thought of having a brother, he started bragging about you. Rumors like to spread, and it’s been two weeks now, so the whole prosecutor’s office probably knows. "

"He’s really ... bragging about me?"

Kevin felt a slight tension in Jack. He opened his eyes.

"And you," he asked, "are you not proud of a brother like that?"

"I am! Of course I am, only for twenty years I had no family to be proud of me. I tried to live my life so that if Paul ever found out about my existence, he wouldn’t have to be ashamed of me, but I didn’t think he would be proud of me."

"You are Jack Lambert, one of the best racing drivers in the world. Do you remember how many times you said no to the F1 stables?"

"I’ve long stopped counting."

"Could someone not be proud of a brother like you?"

"And of the lover?" Jack asked shyly.

It took Kevin a moment to realize what Lambert was thinking. Was the driver just asking for approval from Kevin? After what the professor had just allowed him to do and often indecently allowed? He allowed? Kevin even asked!

"Yes, of a lover too," he declared.

"This party ..." Jack began, but stopped. "Too bad it’s held on Sunday."

"What, would you like to go to it?" Moore asked jokingly. "As my partner?"

His tone was playful, but Kevin felt something unpleasant in his heart. They were doing well together, they were doing very well without human interference in their affairs, but he was starting to feel some discomfort about the mystery. It wasn’t about telling the world that they were together to throw a party where they’d make a formal statement, but to let people know just like that, naturally, and that they wouldn’t care. After all, there was nothing dishonorable or shameful between them.

"I know, it’s better not to show up together ..."

"You said you weren’t ashamed of your relationship with me," remarked Kevin. Jack was clearly getting uncomfortable with their secret, too. "You changed your mind?"

"No, it’s just ... You know family has always been very important to me, so when I look at your conflict with your father ... Especially since you contributed to my family reunion ..."

"My conflict with my father may have broken out because of you," Kevin explained. His voice was gentle but firm. "You were a fuse, but the tension between us had been building up for a long time. It’s hard to explain. Maybe I just entered a period of rebellion late. This is not about you per se, because I know my father has always liked you, but that I have chosen a path that my father disapproves of. If another man were standing in your place, it would be exactly the same."

"Could another man stand in my place?"

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