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The heat of Matthew's mouth made my own saliva seem cool. He eased up on the kiss, and I shoved against him harder. I wanted a fuck, but I wasn't ready for his lips to leave mine. He was too damn good.
He moaned. His hands explored my neck, my shoulders, my back. His fingers worked to learn every line, every curve of my body through the clothes. I ached to feel those hands on my skin. He moved and rubbed against me, his leather-covered cock dragging over me. He wanted this, needed it. I appreciated that. Matthew exuded sex, but there was more to him. He worked my mouth and body with more than a desire to get off. He consumed me. When I finally drew back, he pouted.
Richard chuckled, the sound low and tense with need.
I regarded our third partner for the night. He sat on the bed, his legs parted, gliding his large hand over the front of his pants.
“Are you going to join us?” I asked.
“I'd like to watch you two first, before we get to the tying you up part. If you don't mind.” He stood. When he reached Matthew's side, he pressed his lips to the other man's ear. “Get him going for us, kid. Get him hard and ready to pop. And get him naked.” He licked the length of Matthew's ear, walked away, and leaned against the far wall.
Matthew grasped my arm with a trembling hand and encouraged me to the edge of the bed. Was he nervous?
“Take it slow,” Richard added.
Matthew nodded without detaching his gaze from me.
“You aren't going to watch all night, are you?” I wanted them to touch me, to give me pleasure in ways one man couldn't. I wanted to feel them— both of them.
“Hell, no. Want to enjoy the view is all.” Richard stroked himself through his pants again.
I wanted to see his cock, breathe in the scent, watch it pulse in his hand, see the beads of his desire form at the tip, knowing it'd be in my ass eventually that night. It took all my willpower not to march over and grab a hold of him.
“Good,” I said. “Sooner rather than later, huh?”
“Don't worry. I won't leave you hanging.” His chest heaved as he stroked faster.
Matthew's hands steered me to his lips again. The touch was soft and wet and warm and... damn, could he kiss. I turned and rubbed my cock against his. A tremble seized my body. Even through the clothes, the contact sent me spiraling out of control.
I worked one hand through his wavy hair, grabbed his ass with the other, and pulled him against me. I needed more of him. I had to get us naked. I had to get inside him.
What the hell was he doing to me?
His fingers were nimble as they worked on my shirt. One button popped open after another, and his hands discovered my chest. He swiped a finger over a nipple, then pinched and tugged. I groaned. The sound of it surged in and out with the movements of his mouth over mine. Our lips parted and he smiled.
I wanted his mouth back on mine, our tongues tangling.
He shed his shirt, and his hand slid over the front of my jeans. I gasped as he worked the top button open. I wanted him to dip his hand inside. I needed his touch. I ached for it.
Matthew was perfection, but everything was moving slower than my usual evenings at the club. Especially since one of the night's participants still stood against the wall and touched only himself.
Matthew kissed me again, distracting me. I pressed my naked chest to his. His hands slipped inside the back of my jeans. He shoved my pants down and cupped my ass. The firm grip was nothing I expected from the kid I met in the bar.
My erect dick worked free of the fabric. A low sigh spilled out of Richard. Man likes what he sees.
Then why wouldn't he touch me?
Matthew's mouth followed his hands, proceeded lower and lower, explored my body until he paused before my dick. He stared at it, licking his lips while he removed my shoes and pants. You want a taste, don't you?
I coiled his dark hair around my fingers.
Without warning, he leaned in and lapped at my balls. My head spun. My breath came in short pants. What I would have given to take my dick in my hand and shove it into his mouth, condom be damned.
He moved on before I lost all reason and gave into the temptation.
Matthew ran his tongue along my stomach and up my chest until he sucked in a nipple. He sent me flying faster than I'd ever gone without someone around my dick or in my ass. I threaded my fingers through more of his hair, but I forced my palm to stay open as he licked and flicked my sensitive skin.
I threw my head back. “Yeah, like that, Matthew.” I wasn't into talking to my sexual partners, but I couldn't hold back.
He hummed in response. He stayed at it for another few licks and sucks before he stepped back and worked his pants off. I admired the sight of his cock. Seeing a man's dick hard for me always turned me on more. I wrapped my hand around the shaft, kept the touches light, ran my thumb along the side until reaching the head, and squeezed. He groaned. His hips snapped. And he never stopped watching me.
Most guys closed their eyes once I touched their dicks. Most guys busied themselves with enjoying my body.
Not Matthew. He leaned in slowly and kept watching me until our lips met again. The kiss almost distracted me from the warm breath that painted the back of my neck. Richard wound his arms around my waist and stroked my dick in a slow grope. At that moment, nothing could have distracted me.
I leaned back and savored the muscular flesh. I wasn't a small man like Matthew, but Richard could lift me and fuck me against a wall without my feet ever touching the floor. A shiver spread throughout my body. He rocked against me, and his hard shaft grazed the top of my ass.
“Good man,” I said, “getting naked for us.”
His lips swept over my ear. “Loved watching you two. Thank you. On the bed, Luke. Time to get you ready.”
With something that felt like regret, I drew my hands away from Matthew. I wanted to lie down to get fucked and still hold on to him. No one had ever felt so damn good in my arms. No one had ever spent so much time in my arms. I was all about the blowjob, or the rimming, or the connection of dick to ass.
I stretched out on my back and was awarded another striking vision of them. Matthew stood on his toes, and Richard was hunched over, his mouth on Matthew's, his red, swollen cock smashed against the smaller man's stomach.
I watched their mouths move together, watched them draw the desire out of each other. They kissed and touched as if they had all the time in the world and only the two of them to worry about. Had it not been such a turn-on, I'd have been annoyed. Instead, I sat and stared and stroked my dick as the erotic show played out before me. I'd never come to the club to spend time watching before. Seemed like a waste of the membership dues.
Their kiss ended, leaving both men breathless.
Richard's fingers brushed at the swollen flesh of Matthew's lips. “Damn. Why don't you go suck him and I'll tie him up.”
“Oh, yeah. Okay.” Matthew scrambled to the bar. He grabbed several condoms and small tubes of lube from a bowl and bounced his way to the bed. When he landed, the mattress bounced with him. His mouth formed a perfect circle, and his eyes widened. He laughed, his wavy hair swaying with the chuckles. The joy and ease of the sound was contagious, and I joined him.
I'd never laughed in a room at the Haven before.
Matthew crawled forward. He licked my body as soon as he reached my thighs, humming and rubbing against me, exploring my body with his tongue.
How could he go from laughing to deep need again that fast?
More importantly, how could he get me right there with him?
He knew more tricks with his mouth than I'd ever experienced. He'd also touched more of me in the past few minutes than all of my sexual partners at the club ever had.
And yet, I wanted more.
I heard Richard open the supply cabinet. Part of me wanted to know what he'd use to bind me, and part of me wanted to wait until the restraints made contact with my body.
Matthew trailed eager kisses toward my cock. He licked the line where hip met leg. I arched into it, and my head fell back. I heard him tear the condom wrapper open.
I lifted my head. “Kiss me again.” What the hell? More kissing? But I couldn't take it back. I wanted his mouth on my lips again, his tongue connecting with mine.
He shot up. “Yeah. Yeah.” He straddled my thighs, and his lips brushed against mine in a short, chaste kiss. “I love to kiss.”
“I can tell.” I wrapped my hands around his neck and encouraged him to kiss me again. He rocked in unison with the movements of our tongues, and a familiar swell surged through my dick. “Fuck. I'm gonna come from just kissing you.”
“No. No, not yet. Let me— ” He slid down, rolled the condom on, and sucked me all the way in.
Holy crap.
Not too many guys could go down that far.
His lips dragged over my shaft, and he sucked the sensitive head for a moment before pulling off. “You're sure? About the rubber?”
“I said— ”
“Yeah. I just— most guys— I like giving head. I don't mind.”
“I won't return the favor.”
“It's okay.”
“Just stop talking and put your lips over the damn condom.”
He bit his lip, then drew me back into his mouth.
“Yeah, kid— ah fuck.” He sucked harder. My pelvis rocked. The action pushed me deeper inside him. I twisted my fingers in the sheet and flattened my body to the bed. Matthew knew his shit. He'd take care of me.
But when did I leave it all up to the other guy? I said what I wanted. I took what I wanted.
“He that good?” Richard's breath tickled my ear. How long had he been kneeling next to the bed? Watching us?
“God, yes.”
Richard ran a hand along my jaw, his bright green eyes fixated on me. I tilted my chin and drew his finger into my mouth, sucking in time with Matthew's pulls of my cock. Richard watched my mouth work him, and he gulped down a stiff swallow.
He slid his finger from my mouth and lifted my right arm over my head. He wrapped a rope around my wrist, stretched my arm taut, and tied off the rope, then restrained my left arm in the same way. My heart pounded. Knowing I couldn't get away from them heightened every sensation.
“You tell me if anything hurts,” he said.
“Yeah. Okay.”
Matthew moaned, and my cock vibrated in his mouth. Was it the idea of me tied up, or was he that turned on from sucking me? His hard prick rubbed along my leg. I loved it when a man could get off from a little sucking and humping.
Matthew pulled off. “Don't hold back.” He took me in deep again. His head bobbed in a quick rhythm that threatened to pull me into oblivion before too long. His hands found my ass, encouraged me to thrust.
I didn't argue with him. I heaved off the bed and into his slick, hot mouth. The movement was awkward without the use of my arms— or my legs, since Matthew still pressed down on me— but I kept moving. And he took it all.
Richard's voice penetrated the haze fogging my brain. “Damn, you two look good together.” He joined us on the bed and lay at my side.
The warmth of his body tempted me. I wanted to reach out and caress his hard pecs, feel the power, the flex of muscle. The ropes kept it a distant wish that almost had me pissed I'd asked to be retrained. A man like him deserved to be explored, touched, tasted.
I took a good look instead. Toned body, broad chest. He had a strong face, his nose a little crooked. The slight dusting of chest hair was as blond as the hair on his head. I wanted to run my tongue through it. Taste his flesh.
That's when I noticed it. A wide, raised scar from his right nipple to his left underarm. It was faint, but that could have had more to do with the passage of time than the wound itself. The damage had been bad when it was fresh. Painful. Bloody.
My mouth opened. What the hell could I say? His past was none of my business. I had my own scars— though none were what he could see— and I sure as hell wasn't going to share with some guy I met at the club.
Then I didn't give it another thought.
Matthew shoved a wet finger in my ass. I thrust one last time. My upper body left the bed, jerking the ropes tight, and I cried out as I came, the shrill sound nothing like me.
It was all what I wanted.
But I needed more. I wanted Richard to fuck me, take me while I yanked at the ropes, while I felt the push, the burn, the surrender.
Matthew rested his head on my thigh and exhaled heavy pants that mirrored my own. When his breathing slowed, he knelt between my legs. If the ropes weren't holding me back, I'd have taken him in my hand. His eyes, half-closed and hazy with need, studied me. He brought his lips to mine. The kiss was slow and tender. How could he hold back like that when he was so close to the edge?
Richard knelt behind him. I missed the warmth of him, the touch of his solid body at my side.
Matthew leaned back against his chest. “Dang, you feel good.”
“Yeah? How's this feel?” Richard drew his hand across Matthew's chest and teased a nipple. The other hand pumped his cock. The massive fist spread precum over the shaft.
Matthew's hips moved. His head rolled from side to side. “Yeah. That... that's... your hands are huge and... talented.” He wrapped his fingers around my cock and pulled in rhythm with Richard's hand on his own.
Before long, sensations overwhelmed me, my dick willing itself back to full interest. I'd never had such a quick turnaround. Not even at Matthew's age. Those hands and kisses were like nothing else.
Matthew turned his head and kissed Richard. The younger man's light skin and lean body were a fascinating contrast to Richard's darker skin and ripped muscles.
But I wasn't into watching. I wanted to touch, to fuck, to suck, or to be the one getting the same. Yet there was something about them— the size difference, their noises, the way they moved together as Richard rubbed along Matthew's back.
I arched off the bed. “I want... I need... Fuck.” I wanted to feel them. I yanked at the ropes. I needed the touch, the warmth. They were driving me crazy.
“Uh-huh.” Richard eyed me over Matthew's shoulder. “I'm going to fuck you, Luke. And you're going to suck Matthew.”
“That's... I won't argue with that.”
“Yeah,” Matthew said. He scurried up my body and straddled my chest.
Was it just sex, or was he that eager about everything in life? Did he still run for the tree and presents after he shot out of bed on Christmas morning? Fifteen years since I'd left home, and the only time I celebrated anything was when I got a promotion at work. And that had been a celebration for one with a six-pack.
Richard stroked my thighs. I quivered at the simple touch. They're just hands. What the hell's the big deal?
“I left your legs untied,” he said. “I want to feel your legs wrapped around me.”
“Good. That's... um... good.” The sight of Matthew's prick pushing through his own hand distracted me from forming more words.
Richard handed Matthew a condom.
“Bring that here, kid,” I said. “I want you in my mouth.”
“Uh-huh. I haven't had a blowjob in forever.”
Forever? How long was that? Before him, I hadn't had one in five days. And that had been a long stretch for me.
He rolled the condom on and shifted until his knees settled on each side of me. The scent of leather and his crisp cologne flooded my nostrils. Not overwhelming. Subtle and soothing. It made me want him more. Did he slather his dick and balls in the stuff as some sort of aphrodisiac?
He brought his cock to my lips, and I opened for him, sucking the tip until he dripped with my saliva, then taking in more of him.
Richard lifted my legs and angled my hips. Slick fingers brushed over me, stroking again and again before finally pushing in. I moaned around the cock in my mouth.
Matthew's head jerked back. Open and responsive, spread over me, he was one of the sexiest men I'd ever seen.
Richard pressed his big fingers in more. Teased. Twirled. Fucked me. My ass clenched around him.
How many men had touched me there? And not a single one had ever made it as good, had ever spent so much time. The pleasure went on and on. He should write a goddamn book. An instruction manual on that touch alone.
I couldn't see him work me from behind Matthew's body, and that turned me on even more. Desperate again, I didn't know if I'd be able to wait to come until he got inside me. When the hell was the last time that happened? With no one touching my dick?
Another press. Another swirl. How long could he keep me on the edge?
Then his fingers were gone, and I was empty, anxious for his touch again. I sucked harder on Matthew, needing him to come as much as I needed the same release.
The head of Richard's slick, sheathed cock rubbed along my ass. “Ready, Luke?”
With my mouth busy and my arms tied to the bed, I used the one way I had to let him know how much I needed him inside me. I rocked my hips, and the tip of his dick drove into me.
“God, yes.” Richard growled with the words. “Luke.” His first thrust came slow, but went deep. Persistent. Determined. He repeated the motion, and I tugged and moaned, the sound muted by Matthew inside me.
They were satisfying my ache. I felt them everywhere.
Matthew's noises grew louder. I tried to concentrate on the blowjob while Richard offered me what he had to give, but the big man knew what he was doing, and the distraction made thinking difficult at best. That was always the problem with the execution of a threesome. Too many distractions. Or perhaps just enough.
Matthew bent forward and thrust, his movements shallow. His eyes met mine, his stare intense. He didn't just watch me; he looked inside me.
Too intimate, too personal, too connected.
I wanted to turn away, but I couldn't. I saw something I liked in his gaze. Something in the way he needed me right then.
His hands gripped the headboard, and he went deeper with each shove into me. His words no longer made sense, but he didn't let up. His screams and moans grew louder than anyone I'd ever heard before. God, he loves sex. Worth the wait. His hips jerked, and he pushed farther inside my mouth as he came. When his dick finished pulsing, he rolled off me and onto his side with a whimper. I breathed deep and ignored the usual surge of loss.
