by D. J. Manly
Ramsay danced away from him, not because he wanted to avoid Hunter, but because he knew if he didn’t, he’d get down and dirty with him right in the water. Amanda wouldn’t approve of that because it wouldn’t have afforded the audience a good view. Ramsay didn’t give a shit who was watching, or if their performance would please. He was thinking only of his aching cock and the sexy, scrumptious piece of man meat who was now crawling out of that pool.
Hunter reached out his arm and snaked him backwards. He held Ramsay around the neck, turning him so that he was on display. “Look at that, he likes me tonight,” Hunter announced, causing the people to either laugh or whistle. “Look how hard he is, that luscious big cock of his. I plan to torture it.”
Ramsay literally undulated against him. Whatever that stuff was he had been smoking, it had done the trick. “Use me,” he grunted. “Do whatever you want.”
He was panting when one of Hunter’s hands moved over his chest, tweaking his nipple, then almost brutishly seizing his cock. “Anything?” Hunter echoed. He cupped Ramsay’s balls now, his lips coming down on his throat. He released him. “Go stand over there and turn around, then put your hands over your head, palms on the patio door.”
Ramsay swallowed as he walked over to the patio door. He spread his legs, faced the door, and extended his arms. The glass acted like a mirror, allowing the onlookers to have both a front and back view. He could see Amanda through the glass. She was smiling faintly, and one of the male guests was already masturbating. Hunter placed one arm around his waist and pulled, putting him in a bent position. He slapped his ass once and laughed, turning to the crowd and handling his own erection. There were some moans. “I’m going to fuck his ass good,” Hunter said, “but before I do that, I want to play.”
*
Scott was hard as rock. God, Hunter was good. He was so good, and right now Scott was more than just a little turned on by the performance. Hunter was on his knees now, rimming Ramsay, and he could see his contorted face through the patio door. Ramsay was near the brink. A slow long moan came from his lips, echoed by some others in the audience. He was having a hard time keeping still, his hands making streak marks on the glass as they slid down. As Hunter used his tongue on Ramsay’s ass, he reached between the other man’s thighs and played with his cock and balls. Ramsay began to thrust his hips against the glass in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure.
Hunter reached out with both hands and grabbed Ramsay’s hips, forcing them to stay still, then he stood up. “Turn around,” he demanded.
Ramsay whimpered, “Please,” as he turned, his cock dripping with cum, his balls tucked up tightly under his shaft. He reached out and ran a hand over one of Hunter’s biceps, his heated stare on Hunter’s erection.
Hunter leaned his face in and kissed his mouth, then trailed his lips to his collarbone before laving one of his nipples. Ramsay’s head knocked back against the glass, the banging echoing loudly, emphasizing the desperate state Ramsay was in.
Someone hissed, “Fuck him. Fuck that ass.”
Hunter stood back. “Get down on the ground, on your back. Lift your legs over your head and hold them there.”
Ramsay did as he was told, his eyes half closed, moaning some as he lifted his legs and held them with his hands. Hunter walked over to the chair on the other side of the pool and picked up a length of rope. Casually he looped one end around a wrist and ankle, then brought it around back to capture the other side. He tied the rope. “Now he can’t play with himself.” He threw the words at the onlookers. “What a beautiful slut.”
Ramsay licked his lips. Scott was absolutely captivated. He’d never seen anyone look more erotic than Ramsay did at that moment, his blond hair falling over his face, his slender delicate body slick with sweat, his huge cock so needy. He was suffering and only Hunter could take that suffering away. Scott shifted his weight a little, trying to move his cock into a more comfortable position in his pants. Hunter sunk down on his knees. He steadied Ramsay, placing his hands on his hips, leaving his ass and genitals at his mercy. Hunter took his time, heightening the arousal of the audience as he licked his finger, then ran it over his own pre-cum and then slowly began to twirl it up into Ramsay’s anus.
Ramsay cried out something unintelligible, and Scott stifled a moan. He wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this. Amanda’s hand landed on his thigh suddenly and he almost felt the urge to move it to his cock. Let’s face it, a hand job was a hand job. “Mandy,” he said in her ear suddenly, “will you let me play later? Please?”
She smiled at him. “Maybe.”
Ramsay let out another cry. Two fingers were up inside him now and Hunter’s mouth was on his shaft. Scott knew that he wouldn’t take much more, and Hunter apparently knew it too because he had a condom between his teeth. He turned toward the crowd now, slowly pulling the sheath up over his cock. “He’s hung,” Scott said to Amanda. “You know how to pick ’em.”
“Of course,” she said, her hand sitting discreetly between her thighs. “They both are.”
Suddenly, Hunter seized Ramsay’s calves and plunged his cock into him. Frantically Hunter bucked into him as Ramsay gave it back thrust by grunted thrust. The sounds of their fucking reverberated around the poolside. Scott could have bet that there wasn’t one dry crotch in the vicinity.
*
Hunter’s hand was now on Ramsay’s cock. Ramsay yelled out, “God … God … God…” as his cock pulsated out its hot creamy contents. As soon as Hunter released him, he rocked his hips back and forth on the ground, the muscles in his entire body relaxing into satisfied bliss.
He lay there drifting off into a peaceful lull when he felt Hunter’s hands undo the rope. Ramsay let his legs fall forward on the ground, stretching them out with a grateful grunt. His eyes opened. He blinked and sat up. Faces were materializing around him. Hunter was reaching for a towel, wiping the perspiration off his arms and chest. There was a sudden burst of applause. Ramsay stood up, forcing his most brilliant smile and did a few bows. He could see Hunter out of the corner of his eye. He simply inclined his head toward the people, and gave Amanda a cocky little salute.
Amanda was now moving her guests back into the house. It was late and Ramsay would have loved to climb into bed at that moment and sleep.
Hunter walked over to Scott. As they talked, Scott reached a hand out to touch Hunter’s thigh. Scott seemed nice enough. All he knew about him really was that he had been one of Amanda’s boys at one time. And right now, he was very drunk.
“Hunter,” Ramsay said, walking over to him. He had no idea where he had left his clothes.
Hunter glanced at him, waiting.
“I … ah … well, I don’t think Amanda would approve. I think we need to…”
“Approve of what exactly?” He grunted. “What exactly does Amanda need to approve of?”
“Hey,” Scott said to Hunter, slurring a bit, “want to play later? How about the three of us”—he glanced at Ramsay…”with Amanda, of course. I already asked and, well … after that performance…”
“Sounds like a plan,” Hunter grinned.
“You mean … the three of us … amusing Amanda?” Ramsay knew he was repeating that unnecessarily.
Scott smiled slyly. “Yeah, Ramsay. Only we’ll be amusing ourselves.”
Hunter laughed, then walked over and picked up his pants. He glanced at him suddenly. “Going to put some clothes on? Or are you going to run around naked all night?”
“Sure,” he said. “I’m looking for my…” He paused suddenly. He heard the sound of a car engine starting, then another. “Guests are leaving.”
“Good,” Scott said, getting up and stumbling towards the door. “Time for another drink.”
When he had disappeared, Ramsay asked, “What’s he doing here anyway?”
“I don’t know really,” was the response. “I think he broke up with his boyfriend.”
“You like him?”
“He’s nice, gor
geous. Don’t you?”
Ramsay shrugged. “He’s okay.”
“Not jealous, are you, Ram?” Hunter taunted, doing up his pants.
“Fuck you,” Ramsay said, and stalked inside with his clothes bunched up in his fist.
He could hear Hunter laughing behind him as he too came inside. Ramsay turned around and glared at Hunter. “You’re the touchy feely one, remember?” His face twisted a little.
Hunter was about to say something when Amanda suddenly appeared. “You guys were fantastic tonight. Do you have any energy left?”
“I’m beat,” Ramsay said.
“Well, you and Scott then?” Amanda glanced at Hunter. “Scott’s a little down and I think he needs…”
“Guess I could stay up for a little while,” Ramsay interjected. If Hunter thought he was going to be fucking Scott all alone in that room, he had news for him. “I would love to get to know Scott a little better.”
Hunter raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t say anything.
“Great,” Amanda said while Hunter brushed past her and headed for the stairs. “Be nice to him, okay?”
“Sure,” Ramsay said. “Give me five minutes.”
Chapter Seven
Amanda pulled her housecoat around her and belted it. She was half asleep as she padded down the hall in her bare feet, squinting at the clock on the wall before she pulled the door open. She blinked when she saw who was standing there, and then said, “Jesus Christ. If it’s going to be like this each time I open the door, I’ll have the maid do it.”
“Aren’t you glad to see me?” Her brother Jordon asked, throwing his bag down and opening his arms.
“Of course,” she said, stepping into his embrace. “But does it have to be at this god-awful hour?”
Jordon hugged her. “Mandy,” he protested with a laugh, “it’s after ten.”
She moaned. Suddenly Clarissa came rushing down the hall. “I’ll get that, madame,” she said breathlessly.
“Too late. Again!” Amanda said, turning with her arm still around her brother’s slim waist. She placed her head on his shoulder for a second, giving him a little squeeze, then released him. “Where’s Chase?”
“Right here,” he said, poking his head around her brother. “I’m the fetch and carry boy.” He pushed two suitcases through the door as Jordon walked in, and grinned.
Clarissa hung her head and disappeared.
“Are you staying for a year?” Amanda eyed the suitcases.
“No,” Chase laughed, reaching out and capturing her in a bear hug. “We’re going to Europe on Thursday. We thought we’d spend Jordon’s birthday here with you.”
Amanda raised a hand to her mouth. “My God. I almost forgot. Darling,” she said, touching her little brother’s hand, “I’m so sorry, sweetie. We’ll have a party.”
“No,” he said. “Just you, me, and Chase. That’s why I came. I don’t want a big party like some of my friends were thinking of planning out in New York. I’m looking forward to some peace and quiet.” He picked up his bag and walked down the hall.
Amanda sucked in a breath, and looked at Chase.
“What?” Chase asked her.
Amanda sighed, then leaned over and said softly in his ear, “I have two new boys from the Agency.”
Chase laughed out loud.
Amanda hit him in the gut. “Stop it.”
“This should be fun,” Chase replied comically.
“That’s not all.”
Chase met her eyes. “Okay.”
“Scott’s here.”
“Scott?” Chases eyes widened. “You mean the Scott, the one who left here with that Ciel guy?”
“Yes.”
“Ciel too?”
“No. They’ve split up. Scott’s only here temporarily.”
“’Manda?” Jordon called from the living room. “I’m starved.”
“Got to feed him,” Chase laughed.
“What am I going to do?”
“Well, you better tell him.” Chase grinned at her.
“You’re enjoying this,” she accused, reaching up and smacking him across the head.
“Ouch,” he said, ducking. He laughed and danced out of the way when she tried to hit him again in earnest.
“That’s for loving this so much. You know he’s going to freak.”
“Yep. And I’m just going to sit back and watch it all unfold. Actually, I’m dying to meet Scott.”
Amanda smiled. “He’s a sweetie.”
“I’ve heard so much about him. It will be nice to put a face to the name.”
“He’s in pain right now. I don’t know how to help him.”
“Amanda?” Jordon bellowed.
Chase shook his head. “See what I live with?” He grinned.
Amanda chewed her thumbnail. “He’s going to freak,” she muttered.
“Does Jordon know Scott?”
“I’m afraid so,” she said, wincing.
“Oh yeah?” Chase folded his arms across his chest. “When did he meet him? Before or after Ciel?”
“Way before. Now, don’t you start.”
“You could tell him the other guys are … friends of Scott’s, and that he’s just visiting.”
“Think he’ll buy that?”
“No. Not when he gets a look at them.”
Amanda sighed. “Leave the bags. Come on, let’s feed the bear.” She took his arm and squeezed it. God, she loved Chase, so handsome with those dark blue eyes and wavy black hair. It looked like all her men had come home, almost.
* * * *
Scott woke up with one hell of a hangover. He rolled over in bed and moaned. For a second he reached out his hand, expecting to curl his fingers in Ciel’s long silky black hair. Then he clenched his fist and rolled over again. “Fuck you,” he muttered, sitting upright in bed suddenly. He ran a hand through his short dark hair. Was he destined to have Ciel on his mind every morning first thing when he opened his eyes? “Get out of my head,” he growled, throwing the blankets off. He walked into the adjoining shower, and turned it on. Every bedroom in Amanda’s house had a shower, and they all had multiple sprays destined to hit every erogenous zone possible. He was hard anyway. He had woken up that way. If Ciel were here, he’d take care of that for him … but then again, maybe not. Ciel hadn’t touched him for weeks before the end.
He let his head go back against the tile and closed his eyes. Ciel’s beautiful face appeared in his head, coal black eyes full of … love. “Ciel,” he moaned, running his hand down over his chest. “Je t’aime.” He wrapped his fist around his shaft. He remembered asking Ciel one night how to say “I love you” in French, and Ciel had whispered it in his ear over and over while he slowly moved his cock in and out of him. He felt something catch in his throat as he began to jerk off. “I hate you,” he whispered, swallowing the hot tears. “I hate you, you bastard! I hate … hate … hate…” Each word caused him to jerk his cock harder and faster until he came in a stream of cum which mimicked his stream of tears.
His sobs also came hard and fast as he cradled his now limp cock in his hand. Finally, he stopped crying and stepped out of the shower. He slowly dried off. The sadness was profound and it echoed around him in the lonely room. He went over to his suitcase and pulled out some shorts and a T-shirt, pushing the sadness away. With all the foster homes he’d been through, he’d learned to shake off the sadness, bury it deep inside of him. Why couldn’t he do that this time? He’d have to find a way to kill the pain. He really didn’t care how, but he was going to find a damn way.
Tomorrow he’d go back downtown, see if he could talk Bud into giving him his job back. After what Ciel had pulled at the Club, he’d have to do some fast talking. But he had brought in a lot of money, so maybe if he explained that he was no longer with Ciel and … If worst came to worst, he’d go to another club, even if the money was less. But that was tomorrow and right now, he needed coffee. Bad!
He was just about to head downstairs when a knock sou
nded on his door. He opened it, giving Amanda an inquisitive smile. She was still in her robe. “Hard night?”
Amanda pushed him back into the room and shut the door.
“What?” Scott said. “If it’s about last night, then…”
“It’s not about last night,” she said. “And no talk of last night, okay?”
It was strange that last night’s happenings hadn’t been on his mind first thing when he woke up. He might not remember all of it, but he knew he’d had one hell of a time with Ramsay and Hunter up in Amanda’s playroom after everyone had left. “I know it didn’t last long. We were all beat, I guess, but I thought you enjoyed…”
“I did; it was fine,” she said hastily. “And believe me, you weren’t in any shape to last too long. Hunter started to suck your cock and you passed out.”
Scott made a face at her. “I could do better.”
That made her smile for a second before she got down to business. “It’s not about last night. We have unexpected guests.”
Scott met her eyes. “Ciel?” He could hardly breathe.
“No … baby, I’m sorry,” Amanda said, touching his arm. She gave him a compassionate look.
He pulled his arm away as if she’d burnt him. “I don’t want him here, if that’s what you mean.”
“We need to talk,” she said.
He decided to ignore that. “Who are your guests?”
“Jordon and…”
“Jordon?” Scott said, raising an eyebrow. “Really?” God, it had been awhile since he’d seen Amanda’s younger brother. What a dish; hot too. He never did tell Amanda the things they’d gotten into when she’d taken that business trip a few years back. Oh yeah, Jordon. That would be good for a little pain relief.
Amanda was saying something.