“You busy?”
He shook his head, his eyes raking over my bare chest.
“Good.”
Gripping his wrist with one hand, I pulled him out of the villa, closing the door behind us. I dragged him behind me, neither of us saying a word.
Once inside, I hauled Cody over, stopping in front of Jasper, who was still bent over, still restrained.
“Did Jasper tell you about me?”
“No, Sir,” he answered obediently.
“Not Sir. Not Master. Until I give you permission, you will not acknowledge me directly. Understood?”
Cody nodded.
“Untie him,” I commanded.
Instantly, Cody was on his knees at Jasper’s feet, untying the rope twined between his legs.
“Rub his wrists.”
Like a good little submissive, Cody did as instructed, kneeling before Jasper when Jasper stood up.
I took my seat behind Jasper once more, this time urging him back onto my lap. He eased down, obviously aware of my injuries, allowing me to wrap my arms around him, holding him in place.
I inhaled sharply, but not from the pain. Well, not only from the pain. More so from the intensity of this moment, having Jasper in my arms again, the heat of him against me. When I told him I’d missed him, that had been the most honest I’d been in years. With myself, anyway. But even with that admission, I hadn’t realized how much until right this second when I banded my arms around him and held him close.
“Relax,” I said softly into his ear.
It took a moment, but Jasper’s tense body began to loosen, relaxing against me, his shoulder tucking beneath my chin.
“Suck his cock,” I commanded Cody, watching down the length of Jasper’s body.
Cody’s face was flushed as he crawled forward, getting into position between our spread thighs.
“You may not come until I tell you to,” I told Jasper, speaking softly right into his ear. “If you’re lucky, I’ll let you. If not…”
He shivered. “Yes, Titan.”
Cody took Jasper into his mouth, sucking him in a manner that said he was familiar with what Jasper liked. I observed with interest, gauging my own reactions to seeing them together. When I’d been with Jasper, it had been the two of us. No one else. I’d never imagined sharing him with anyone—submissive or Dominant. But over the years, I’d come to learn a few things about myself. Including the fact that I enjoyed multiple partners. Having two submissives at my mercy gave me a greater sense of power, plus it gave me so many more options.
“Do you like his mouth on you?”
Jasper moaned. “Yes, Titan.”
“Do you like to fuck his face?”
Another moan, this one coming from Cody.
“Yes, Titan.”
“Let me see.”
Jasper reached forward, his beautiful fingers gripping Cody’s hair, forcing his head down so his cock slid to the back of the other man’s throat. He held him there until Cody gagged, then released him. Again and again, he managed to keep still in my lap while he used Cody’s mouth for his own pleasure.
Unable to resist, I kissed Jasper’s neck, licking his warm skin.
“Titan…” he moaned, pressing back against me.
“I missed you,” I told him again. “So fucking much.”
Another moan, this one laced with emotion.
I trailed my tongue along the strong column of his neck. The taste of him triggered something, had me turning his head to the side so I could reach his mouth with mine. When I kissed him, it was with all the emotions I’d kept bottled for so long.
Jasper whimpered, kissing me back with fervor, his hand sliding over my arm, fingers digging into my forearm as though he didn’t want me to let him go. At that moment, I wasn’t sure I could. This was right where I’d always imagined I would be. Back with the man who held my heart, who had burrowed under my skin all those years ago. Not a day had gone by when I hadn’t thought about him. More so during those times when I thought there might be a chance of me finding someone else, someone who could fulfill me on every level. It had never happened, and now that Jasper was here, I knew why.
I still wanted this man.
Wanted him.
Ached for him.
Loved him.
*
Jasper
I couldn’t believe this was happening.
Ransom was kissing me while Cody was bobbing up and down on my cock.
It was a strange sensation to say the least. I’d never been with two men at one time.
But stranger still was how familiar Ransom’s kiss was. His taste was the same, his tongue dominating me in a way only he could do. He proved he owned me with that kiss, and I got lost in it, almost oblivious to the man working my cock like a pro.
Ransom broke the kiss, but he kept my head turned to the side, speaking against my mouth.
“You want to come in his mouth? Or in his ass?”
My body jerked with the eroticism those words sparked.
I was about to speak the first thing that came to mind but changed it at the last second. “Whichever pleases you more, Titan.”
Ransom grunted, his arm banding more tightly around me when he said, “In his ass.” His hand gripped my jaw. “Then you’ll suck my cock until I come down your throat.”
My body went completely liquid, a heat unlike anything I’d ever felt consuming me. Only Ransom could make me hot like that, make me ache for things I’d never considered.
When my cock popped free of Cody’s mouth, I glanced down, noticed Ransom had taken a fistful of Cody’s hair, and pulled him off. I met Cody’s gaze, saw the same blistering heat churning in his eyes. He was enjoying this as much as I was. I paused for a moment, waited for that overwhelming jealousy to hit me. I’d never wanted to share Ransom, wasn’t sure I wanted to now.
There was a slight niggling at the back of my mind, a warning, maybe? Did I want this? Could I stand sharing the one and only man I’d ever wanted all to myself?
“Strip,” Ransom commanded Cody.
I was about to find out just how far I was willing to go.
In seconds, Cody was on his feet, quickly shedding the shorts he’d been wearing.
Ransom’s arm fell away, allowing me to get to my feet. I stood slowly, reminding myself this was simply sex. Nothing more. There was no commitment here, no promises.
I walked around behind Cody, watching Ransom the entire time. Ransom grabbed Cody’s wrist, jerking him forward. My breath lodged in my throat as I waited to see what would happen, terrified of how I would react if Ransom kissed Cody the way he’d kissed me.
Turned out I had nothing to worry about. At the moment, Ransom was merely manhandling Cody, something I knew Cody enjoyed immensely. Did Ransom know that? I mean, he’d always been perceptive, but…
“Bend over,” Ransom ground out, holding Cody’s hands flat on the arms of the chair.
Cody bent so that his back was parallel with the floor.
“Fuck him,” Ransom commanded, meeting my gaze. “No lube. Use your saliva.”
I was so worked up, it took only a moment to prepare myself, to slick my cock as best I could before driving into Cody. He grunted and groaned, widening his stance as I positioned myself, gripping his hips firmly.
My gaze was drawn back to Ransom’s as I began to fuck Cody, slowly at first. Just a rocking bump of my hips, sliding in deep, the blistering heat of Cody’s body familiar yet not.
Ransom met my gaze, held it. “Fuck. Him.”
There was so much demand in that tone, I couldn’t ignore it. I fucked Cody hard, harder than I ever had before, losing myself in the moment. My eyes never swayed from Ransom’s, some familiar yet foreign emotion churning inside me, while my body was intimately joined with Cody. Ransom continued to hold Cody’s wrists firmly, keeping him in position, Cody’s hard, compact body jarred forward with every punishing thrust.
I wanted to drag it out, to show Ransom I was worthy of a scen
e such as this, but I was on edge thanks to the torment from earlier.
“Come,” Ransom demanded.
My balls drew up close to my body, desperate to explode, to be drained into Cody’s tight ass while Ransom watched, his heated gaze holding mine. In those dark eyes, I saw approval. And that was what triggered my release. I cried out, slamming my hips forward one final time.
“Don’t you dare come,” Ransom told Cody, gripping his jaw roughly. “Not yet.”
Not yet. What did that mean?
“You. Here,” Ransom demanded, releasing Cody and pointing to me then the floor in front of him.
I didn’t hesitate, going to my knees as Ransom lifted his hips, shoving his shorts down. I didn’t miss the grimace on his face, knew he was in pain, but he was trying to hide it. My need to nurture was strong, but I held back. The last thing I wanted was to undermine Ransom. Later. I would take care of him later.
“Behind him,” Ransom told Cody. “Jack yourself off. I want you to come all over his back.”
Heat flashed inside me at the thought of me sucking Ransom while Cody jacked off behind me. A shiver ran down my spine as I imagined his hot cum splashing over me while Ransom’s shot down my throat.
I was fairly certain that was the reason Ransom called me a cockwhore. It was possible I would come again just from thinking about it.
“Mouth,” Ransom stated, yanking my head forward.
I took him in deep, focused all my attention on pleasuring him. As though no time had passed, I remembered all the things he’d enjoyed, all the ways he liked to be pleasured. My tongue circling the broad head, teasing just below the crest, massaging the thick vein running down the length with the tip of my tongue. I worked him, driven by his soft grunts and the gentle rocking of his hips.
I could feel Ransom’s eyes on me. “You didn’t think I’d let him have your ass, did you?”
My eyes cut up to his face and I knew he saw the truth. I had thought that, and I was grateful he hadn’t.
Ransom smirked. “Not a chance. That ass is mine.”
I groaned, saw Ransom’s eyes roll back, spurred by the vibrations he felt.
“Jasper…”
My name on his lips was an endearment I’d longed to hear. It changed the mood immediately, had me making love to his cock with my mouth, focusing solely on giving him what he needed. Hollowing my cheeks, I bobbed up and down, doing all the work so he didn’t have to.
When Ransom’s hand gently slid over my head, I whimpered, overwhelmed with emotions I hadn’t felt in so long.
“If you want to come, you better do it now,” Ransom said to Cody.
Cody’s grunts grew louder, his moans echoing. I felt his shins bump my hips when he moved in close, standing over me.
“Coming,” Cody said on a wail.
My own cock jerked when I felt the first splash along my spine.
“Fuck.” Ransom’s hand tightened in my hair, held me in place.
His cock throbbed once, twice, then he was coming deep in my throat. I fought my gag reflex, drinking him down while breathing through my nose.
For the first time in years, I felt … satisfied.
*
RANSOM
It wasn’t what I’d expected, but I wouldn’t deny it was erotic.
Having Jasper before me, completely at my mercy, while another submissive stood there, jacking himself off. I could see the satisfaction on Cody’s face. He was enjoying this, but there was a sense of detachment, something that held him back.
Maybe it was me, maybe it was Jasper, I wasn’t sure. Whatever it was, I couldn’t quite make a connection with the man, found I wasn’t even eager to do so although I was familiar with this scene: two submissives.
“Clean him up,” I commanded Cody, my attention returning to Jasper.
There was a slight hesitation that had me looking up, noticing Cody was waiting for further instruction.
“With your mouth.”
He nodded, a glimmer of eagerness in his light brown eyes.
I divided my attention between Jasper and Cody, observing as Cody licked his cum from Jasper’s back.
Placing my hand beneath Jasper’s chin, I lifted his head so he would look at me. A soft moan escaped him as Cody licked and laved, his hands exploring, touching, holding, as though they’d done this before. Yet it still felt choreographed, as though Cody was going through the motions but he wasn’t quite there.
I knew the feeling.
When Cody was finished, I instructed him to leave us. I was surprised there was a smile on his face as he retrieved his clothes and sauntered out into the night.
“Come here, Jasper.”
He rose up as I guided him closer until he was straddling my thighs, facing me. He was careful, so very careful. And while I wished he didn’t have to be, I knew I’d overdone it. My ribs were screaming.
“Stay with me tonight,” I whispered against his mouth. “Let me hold you.”
Jasper pulled back, his eyes searching mine. I wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but I hoped like hell he found it, because I wasn’t sure I could let him walk out that door. Not tonight. Maybe not ever.
“Only if you let me wrap your ribs,” he said, a slow smile pulling at his lips.
“You drive a hard bargain.”
Needless to say, I let him.
TWENTY-TWO
Sunday, January 3, 2021
TALON
Since Saturday had been constant interruptions to my regular routine, I spent Sunday focused on the upcoming week and dealing with an issue that had arisen with Zafiro. Nothing urgent enough to have me leaving the island, but enough that it kept my focus for the majority of the day.
When I wasn’t on the phone, I was getting updates from Tiegan and Zion regarding the seven Owners who would be embarking on the island first thing in the morning. It was one of the biggest groups we’d ever handled at any given time, but I knew it was feasible. To accommodate, Tiegan was flying in several more employees, most of whom managed my training facilities in the US. I was impressed by the way she’d taken charge, stepping into the role she so desperately wanted without being asked.
And last but not least, I was keeping a close eye on a breaking news story coming out of Chicago. One that had caused an uproar in my inner circle. Rightfully so, the news of Ransom’s death had swept through Dichotomy, and as expected, it wasn’t going over well. I understood. I did. However, I knew it was critical that I kept the truth to myself. While Zeke, Landon, Langston, Justin, and the others were overcome with a devastating grief and would require some time to mourn Ransom’s untimely demise, it meant Ransom and Braelyn were safe. And right now, that was the only thing that mattered.
Of course, Trent Ramsey wasn’t so easily bowled over. I’d gotten numerous calls from him demanding details as to where I was and whether or not Ransom and his sister were with me. I’d yet to call him back, which I was certain only chapped his ass all the more.
By midafternoon, I ventured out of my office in search of Braelyn. I hadn’t seen her for most of the day, save for the glimpses I’d gotten of her down at the pools. I’d sent word to Gideon that I wanted her to have some alone time without the possessions intruding. It wasn’t that I intended to change things indefinitely, but until she was accustomed to seeing naked possessions traipsing about, I figured it wouldn’t disrupt too much to keep them out of the common areas for a few hours.
In search of Braelyn’s location, I stopped by one of the electronic panels mounted throughout the estate, having instructed my possessions to keep tabs on her, to ensure she didn’t need anything. With Auberon keeping close to me, I had assigned Sim to watch over her, and I found he’d updated the information to say she’d returned to her room roughly half an hour ago.
Perfect.
After instructing Auberon to put in my request for dinner in a few hours, I decided some time with her was just what I needed. It hadn’t been easy keeping my distance throughout the day, despite all
I had going on. It was never difficult for me to get lost in my work, to not allow my attention to scatter. Or rather, it hadn’t been until I’d brought Braelyn here. It occurred to me that I was going to have to stop fighting the pull she had on me. Otherwise, I’d risk jumping her the way I had yesterday.
When I reached Braelyn’s room, I dismissed Sim, instructing him to assist Auberon until he was summoned back.
I knocked, waiting patiently for her to answer. When she didn’t, I gave in to my need to see her, opening the door to find her bedroom empty. The bed was made, an iPad sitting on the nightstand. Seeing it made me smile. She’d made the request for an e-reader earlier, and I was content knowing my possessions had come through for her.
The sound of running water had me turning to the bathroom, where I found Braelyn in the shower.
Clearing my throat to inform her of my presence, I watched as she turned around, wiping her hair back from her eyes.
My breath caught at the magnificent sight of her, so tall, so curvy, standing there in the shower with the ocean just beyond the thick windows that lined the entire wall. Looking at her got my blood pumping.
There were no glass partitions to separate the shower from the bathroom, merely several feet of tile to contain the water. The shower ran the entire length of one wall with numerous shower heads mounted on narrow columns jutting up from between six-foot-wide sheets of glass that practically brought the outdoors in. From where she stood, she had a perfect view of the Caribbean, and I had a perfect view of her highlighted by the sun streaming in.
“Would you like to join me?” she asked, gifting me with that sexy smile that I wasn’t sure I’d ever fully get used to.
“I would, yes,” I said as I strolled toward her.
She stepped back under the spray, the water sluicing over all that smooth pale skin.
Braelyn laughed when I waltzed right in, still dressed in my jeans and T-shirt.
“Couldn’t wait long enough to undress,” I informed her as I backed her against the glass.
Instantly her arms wreathed my neck and my mouth fused to hers.
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