Out of the Spotlight

by Tymber Dalton

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “What do you think about that, boy?” Lucas asked him.

  “I think I wish there were more hours in the day to do that right now.”

  * * * *

  Nick awoke from his nap to the feel of Leigh’s lips wrapped around his cock. Lucas sat on the edge of the bed, his hand in her hair and holding her in place. While Nick slept, Lucas had tied a rope harness around her chest that immobilized her arms to her side. She was eagerly going down on him, and his cock throbbed in response.

  Holy…crap…

  Lucas smiled. “She begged me to let her get you hard and keep you fluffed while I got ready,” he explained. He pulled her up and off his cock. “Slid over a little so I won’t fall off the bed,” he ordered.

  Nick quickly did, and then Lucas pushed her back onto his cock again. “Don’t come yet, boy,” Lucas ordered. He released her and grabbed a couple of things. Then he returned to the bed, grabbed her by the hair again, and pulled her up and off Nick. He handed Nick a condom. “Here. Put this on, then she can fuck you while I finish getting ready.”

  She quickly settled onto his cock.

  “Oh, play with her nipples, Nick,” Lucas said. “I want to hear her making noises.”

  He pinched, harder, harder still until she cried out.

  “Yes, those sounds. Don’t let her fool you, she loves it. Tell him.”

  “I love having my nipples pinched,” she said.

  She rode his cock until Lucas returned. “Okay, girl. Up and off. Don’t climb onto his face until I say so.” She had to struggle without the use of her arms to get turned around, but she managed it.

  Lucas straddled him, reaching behind him and grabbing Nick’s cock. “I’m driving,” he said. “You don’t come until I say you can. There might be a day here soon I let you pitch to me all the way, but for today, this is my show. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  “Good boy.”

  He hesitantly stroked Lucas’ thighs as the man placed Nick’s cock against his hole. “Yes, you can touch me, boy. I like that.”

  Nick realized in that instant that he didn’t want to leave Florida. As stupid and naive as it sounded, he wanted to stay there, permanently. He wanted to be with these two people. He realized it was probably sex-induced wishful thinking, but nothing had felt more right than last night and today.

  This was what he’d been missing from his life. Not just the sex, but feeling like he was finally in his rightful place. Yes, under these two people.

  Nick gasped as Lucas slowly impaled himself, his ass tightly fisting Nick’s cock through the condom. When Lucas had him all the way inside him, he smiled. “My boy has a very nice cock.”

  “Thank you, Sir. Yours is nice, too.” A little longer than his own, but not quite as thick, he’d loved the way Lucas had felt fucking him. Almost as much as he loved fucking Lucas.

  “Thank you. Okay, girl. On him. But you know the rule, you have to suck my cock.”

  It took her a little wriggling and both Lucas and Nick’s help to get her positioned, but then she was on top of Nick, with Lucas’ cock in her mouth.

  He held her head. “Yes, this is a little uncomfortable for her, but that’s just more fun for me, isn’t it, girl?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she mumbled around his cock.

  Nick held on, closing his eyes and enjoying the way Lucas started slamming his body down onto his cock. He wasn’t even sure he would be able to hold back, but he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Reaching back farther around Leigh’s thighs, his fingers made it to her clit. He shoved three into her pussy, sending her over the edge.

  “Good boy,” Lucas said, just before he let out his own satisfied grunt. “You can come.”

  Damn good thing, too, because the feel of Lucas’ ass spasming around his cock had started triggering his own orgasm. A moment later they all lay there in a tangled, breathless heap.

  “And with that, my pets,” Lucas said, “it’s time for dinner.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Leigh, obviously, had completely forgiven Lucas for the one-sided blowjob earlier that morning. She recognized his exceptional stamina today was a result of them having a new playmate, and that today was an exception, not a norm, by any means. Yes, he was usually good for two in a day, sometimes more, but this was a rare event no doubt spawned by their hot and willing playmate.

  After calling in a pizza, the three of them sprawled in bed and snoozed again.

  By eleven o’clock that night, when they finally managed to make it out of the room and part ways, they’d done a lot more talking and Nick had been allowed to fuck Leigh doggy-style on the bed while she gave Lucas a blowjob that didn’t get him fully hard, but made Lucas smile as she eventually realized Nick’s stamina because of his previous orgasms meant Lucas was going to let the fucking continue as long as Nick wanted it to.

  And then, of course, Nick had to clean her up with his mouth, all while Lucas firmly muffled the sounds of her orgasm with his semi-chubbed cock.

  Yes, this was a night she wanted to repeat.

  Frequently.

  When she thought about the fact that Nick wouldn’t be there for long, she fought back an unexpected wave of melancholy. That wasn’t like her. She wanted to enjoy the time they had, not spend it obsessing about how short it’d be.

  This was a great, fun diversion, but it was only temporary. A way to keep her and Lucas from falling into a rut, and a way to spice up their lives for a while.

  On their way home, Lucas pulled into a drugstore. “What?” she asked, dozing.

  He smiled. “Nasal strips.” He leaned in and kissed her. “Tonight, especially, I want to spend it with you and wake up with you tomorrow.”

  That touched her. “I love you.”

  He leaned in, kissing her again. “Love you, too.” He locked her in the car and went inside, returning a few minutes later. Once they were home, they undressed and collapsed in bed after he placed one of the nasal strips on his nose.

  He wrapped his arms around her, spooning his body around hers. “Good night, my sweet little slut.”

  She wiggled her ass against him. “Good night, Sir Nerd. That was…amazing.”

  “It was, wasn’t it?”

  “Mmhmm.” She tried to keep from drifting off. “Thank you.”

  “Thank you.”

  “I mean it.” She glanced back at him. “Thank you for all of this. For us. And yes, I absolutely do want to marry you. You’re right. There’s nothing to say we can’t do this from time to time and be happily married to each other. We’re not getting any younger. We need to enjoy life while we can, because once we have a baby, or more than one, we won’t be able to do this kind of stuff on a whim.”

  He kissed her. “Absolutely. Whatever you want to do.”

  * * * *

  Nick thought he’d collapse when he returned home, but instead his brain buzzed, the TV on and barely noticed as he replayed the afternoon.

  Not only had they been amazing, it had far surpassed his wildest fantasies.

  Hell, his wildest fantasies were Disney-tame compared to the ride he’d been on that afternoon.

  He was lost in his fantasies when the TV finally grabbed his attention. On the screen was him, in one of his earlier movies. He played a rogue cop, a good guy hunting some bad guys who’d abducted his sister.

  It had banked him four mil at the time, and the annual residuals over the years, from on-demand, DVD sales, and other royalties, would comprise an average middle-class salary for a regular person with a white-collar job.

  Grabbing the clicker, he changed the channel. That wasn’t him.

  The real Nick Trevorsky now knew he had to find a way to stay genuine to himself, to keep this part of his life tightly under wraps while keeping it an integral part of his life.

  Because after this weekend, he knew he’d never be happy going back to the life he lived before.

  The life he’d denied himself.
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  The next morning, Nick awoke a little after ten and had several texts from both Leigh and Lucas. He still didn’t know what they did for a living, but he suspected Lucas might be a teacher and Leigh might work in an office of some sort, maybe an accountant.

  They were both saying good morning and asking about him.

  And a reminder from Lucas that Nick wasn’t allowed to masturbate without permission.

  Which made him immediately horny, but he wouldn’t do anything about it.

  He’d be a good boy for his Sir.

  Smiling, he texted them back, knowing they might not be able to respond until later.

  Something he sent to both of them, something he wanted them to know—This was the best weekend of my life. I hope we can keep seeing each other.

  And it was the truth.

  By that afternoon, they’d both texted him back, and they’d agreed to get together for dinner that night.

  Just dinner, at a restaurant.

  Still, his heart raced. He was eager to see them again, even if just to talk and spend time with them.

  He didn’t want to waste a single available minute he could get with them, regardless of how they spent it.

  Now that he had them in his life, he was desperate to figure out how to keep them there.

  * * * *

  Leigh somehow made it through work Monday, even as sore as she was.

  Sore in the good ways, but it made for interesting daydreams when she’d shift in her chair and think about the things they’d done that weekend.

  Lucas had texted her when he got home and told her dinner with Nick was a go.

  She was glad, because while she knew she wasn’t up for another athletic evening, she wanted to spend time with him. He was a nice guy, smart, enjoyed a lot of the same books and movies and music that she and Lucas did.

  He had all the perfect combinations of traits they enjoyed in a partner.

  And dammit, just our luck, he lives in California.

  She didn’t know if Nick was rich or not, but suspected he was rather well-off. Maybe they could talk him into a few visits a year. Or they could go out and visit him. Or hell, meet halfway across the country, like in Dallas or something, spend a weekend together in a hotel there.

  That’s getting ahead of myself.

  One thing she already had to thank him for, the tip about the nasal strips. It was nice waking up next to Lucas for a change, being able to stay snuggled next to him. The strips didn’t completely silence him, but made his snores barely noticeable to her.

  That was something she’d never thought would happen.

  When she arrived home, Lucas had already changed clothes. “Give me a minute,” she joked. “I’m moving kind of slow.”

  He drew her in for a hug. “You were amazing yesterday, sweetie. You can wear panties tonight, if you want.”

  She laughed. “Good, because if I get as horny as I was yesterday, I’m liable to leave a wet spot behind.” Panties were always allowed for work.

  When they arrived at the restaurant, Nick was waiting for them in the parking lot and greeted them with hugs.

  Lucas cupped his hand around the back of Nick’s neck. “Who’s my good boy?”

  She watched the tension drain from Nick’s body, an all-too familiar sensation for her. “I am, Sir.”

  “Did you rub one out?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Did you want to?”

  Nick smiled. “Yes, Sir.”

  Lucas kissed him. “Good boy. When you get home tonight, text me. We’ll call you, and then you can rub one out while we listen to you do it.”

  He nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  Leigh felt herself getting wet. She suspected what that would mean, that Lucas would likely restrain her and use a vibrator on her while he fucked her, timing it so they all came about the same time.

  That suspicion was confirmed when Lucas turned his playfully evil gaze on her. “I have a plan.”

  “I figured as much, Sir.”

  Sure enough, when they got home a little before ten, Nick had already texted Lucas that he was home.

  Lucas wasted no time using her leather wrist cuffs to restrain her hands over her head on the bed while he slowly fucked her. He dialed Nick’s number and put his phone in speaker mode.

  “Hello, Sir,” Nick answered.

  “Are you ready, boy?” Lucas asked.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Lucas smiled down at her, waggling his eyebrows at her as he held up the Hitachi, the electric vibrator they had that could usually blow her mind within a few seconds.

  He touched it to her lips so she could kiss it. “My girl is lying here on the bed, her wrists cuffed over her head and my cock up her pussy. I’m about to use our Hitachi on her. She won’t take long to get over, so you’d better start stroking.”

  “Yes…Sir…”

  “And make sure you tell us when you’re coming, boy.”

  Lucas switched on the vibrator, on low, and pressed it against her clit as he started fucking her. Low would get her close but not quite over. She let out a soft moan.

  “Do you hear that, boy? That’s the sound of my horny pet being vibrated and fucked by me.”

  “Yes…Sir.”

  “Stroke that cock, boy,” Lucas ordered, smiling down at her as he took a hard, deep stroke inside her. “And when you come, you’re going to lick your hand clean and pretend it’s my cum, understand?”

  Nick’s voice sounded choppy, like he was furiously beating himself off. “Yes, Sir!”

  Lucas started fucking her harder, faster. Then he flipped the switch from low to high and blew her a kiss.

  She was too close to manage to return it, her gasps and cries as her orgasm built rendering her helpless.

  “I’m…close…Sir…” Nick said.

  “Good,” he sternly replied. “You’d better come for me, boy. Come hard!”

  Over the connection, they heard Nick let out a now-familiar cry of pleasure. Lucas pounded his cock into her, triggering her orgasm as his own spilled over. When he finished, he turned off the vibrator and tossed it aside. “You’d better be licking up that cum, boy.”

  “Yes…Sir…” His voice sounded slurred, subspacey.

  He leaned in and kissed her hard, deep, before he changed positions.

  While he didn’t make her do it all the time, he frequently made her clean his cock after he fucked her. “My pet is cleaning my cock,” he said. “Don’t you wish you were here doing it for me?”

  “Yes, Sir, I do.”

  He reached up and freed her hands before pulling his cock from her mouth and then kissing her one more time. “Now you be a good boy for me tonight and I’ll text you in the morning before work. Okay?”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. Say good night to my boy, girl.”

  “Good night, boy,” she said.

  “Good night, girl,” Nick responded.

  Her insides fluttered that he sounded so…right. She wished he was there with them, able to curl up and go to sleep with them.

  “Good night, boy,” Lucas said. “Sleep well.”

  “Good night, Sir. You, too. Thank you.”

  Lucas ended the call and then went to put on one of the nasal strips.

  She snuggled against his side. “Don’t you have papers to grade?”

  “Yeah, but I was smart and did some while I was waiting on you to get home. They can wait.” He draped an arm around her. “Tomorrow night you can give me a blow job while I grade papers and he rubs one or two out over the phone.”

  She snickered. “You’re evil, and I love you.”

  “Love you, too, my sweet little slut.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Over the next several weeks, not only did Nick go to dinner and the club with Lucas and Leigh every Saturday night, they also got together quite a few other nights in between. Sometimes spending Friday night together at a hotel, having fun all Saturday morni
ng, then returning there after the club to spend the night together.

  It was five weeks since he’d met them, and Nick couldn’t imagine his life without them.

  Hell, he knew he loved them. No, the three of them hadn’t said as much to each other, but they’d all come damned close.

  In fact, he planned on telling them that weekend how he felt, as well as who he really was, and see if there wasn’t any way to make this relationship keep working for all three of them.

  For the long term.

  Friday morning, Nick was really looking forward to that night. He’d drive over to Lucas and Leigh’s house, ride with them to dinner, and then to the club.

  Then back to their house…

  And spend all night with them before doing it again on Saturday. It was a special treat he wouldn’t have much more time to indulge in. He’d be leaving Sarasota in two weeks, back to California.

  Back to the real world, whatever the hell that meant.

  Back to the fake world of Trevor Nichols that would forever keep the real Nick Trevorsky under lock and key.

  I need to buy a place here.

  More and more projects were being filmed in Florida. The lack of a state income tax meant production costs were cheaper for local temps and actors. The obliging weather—except for summer afternoon storms that frequently ended minutes after they started—meant more flexible filming schedules. Long days of daylight added to that time.

  I could have my production company’s office here. Be away from the worst of the paparazzi.

  Yes, it meant getting out of LA, not being in the center of things, but for the kind of projects he wanted to produce and film, that was fine. He wanted to work on smaller indie pieces, projects from his heart, not blockbusters meant to feather the nest of a large studio.

  Maybe he could even team up with Ringling, become part of their film curriculum, offer students hands-on experience. Find the right, fresh minds and personalities to mix with an older, more experienced management team, and really start turning some heads.