by Alexis Woods
He slapped his hand on the drain, letting the water level drop, increasing the friction of Jon’s cock inside him. Forcing Jon to stop, Ryan pulled off and shifted around to lean over the tub’s edge. A fresh swipe of lube preceded Jon reentering him. Ryan swooned at the slick glide and the new angle which set off all sorts of spectacular feelings.
Ryan squeezed his dick again, stopping the next potential orgasm. His knees hurt, but he refused to complain. Nope, only begging words spilled from his throat.
Eli cupped Ryan’s chin. “You look good on your knees, little boy, taking your Daddy’s cock. I can’t wait for my turn. Hurry up, Jon.”
“Almost,” Jon whimpered, sawing into Ryan’s ass. “Almost, almost… Fuck.” The bitten off curse came with a solid punch of his hips and a deathlike grip on Ryan’s body. Held still, Ryan couldn’t move except to squeeze Jon’s cock inside him.
Jon collapsed onto Ryan’s back and petted his torso. “So good,” he murmured, placing kisses on Ryan’s shoulder blades.
“Jon-ny,” Eli singsonged. “Come on, babe. We need to get Ryan out of there.”
“I’m good.” Jon pressed another kiss to Ryan’s spine. Ryan shivered from both the sweet affection and the sudden chill to his damp skin.
Eli snorted. “I’m sure you are, but our boy needs to be dried and put to bed.” Ryan jerked his head up. Bed better mean orgasm or he was gonna be pissed. Eli chuckled under Ryan’s glare. “Silly boy, once you are in bed, then I can have my wicked way with you.”
Ryan grinned, finding the strength to push backwards and straighten. Jon had no choice but to lift away, his softening cock slipping from Ryan’s body. Eli threw a towel around Ryan’s shoulders and another one at Jon’s head, cracking him up.
“Fine,” Jon grumbled, as Ryan stepped out of the tub and into Eli’s waiting arms. Eli knelt and dried Ryan’s legs while he worked the towel from his shoulders over his hair. Ryan tossed the wet towel onto the counter and grinned at his reflection. His dark brown hair stood out in a wild array, his dark blue eyes wide, chest still heaving. Ryan’s normally pale skin had tanned, giving him lines. His lily-white ass was surrounded by lightly browned skin from summer days spent outside in the sandbox, usually in nothing more than a pair of skimpy briefs.
Eli slid his palm across Ryan’s lower back, then down to cup one cheek. He alternated between squeezing and caressing Ryan’s butt while holding Ryan’s gaze in the mirror. Once Jon had dried off, Eli guided Ryan out of the bathroom to the end of their king-sized bed. He spread a fresh towel over the comforter, letting one edge hang towards the floor.
“Bend over, forearms on the bed.” Eli pushed gently on Ryan’s shoulder. He seemed to be in a mood to make this session last, and Ryan desired nothing more than to be a worthy participant.
Ryan spread his legs, then bent as instructed. He rested his forehead on the soft down comforter, taking in some deep breaths, centering and readying himself.
Jon sat next to him and began stroking lightly across his upper back. “I gotta tell you, pup, your Daddy looks like he’s on a mission. Think you can handle him?”
“Yeah, Daddy J.” The breathy sound of his own voice surprised Ryan. He usually had more control over his emotions, but the whole evening had been one heck of a doozy. For the moment, he could relax and safely give up that control to the men he trusted most. “Yes, please.”
A finger slid inside him with ease. A second and third ensured he was still open and ready. Ryan heard the slick sound of hand coating cock before said cock nudged at his hole, pressed in, and filled him. Eli didn’t stop his forward progress until his thighs touched Ryan’s ass. Then he waited.
Ryan breathed through the process, willing his body to adjust faster. Considering they’d been living together full-time for the past three months they didn’t always indulge in full penetration. Each time felt like a coming together long in the making. When he was golden, he rocked backwards, demanding, “Go.”
Eli slapped his outer thigh. “Watch yourself, little boy.”
Ryan shivered. The playful slap. That tone of voice. Demanding, hot Daddies that called him “little boy” hit him square in the gut every time—they didn’t treat him as little, having decided middle was a better fit since all he needed was a guiding hand and help with his financial debt when they’d met—and when Eli growled those words with affection and hunger… Yum. Instant arousal.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Eli groaned, ending with a hum. “Love it when you call me Daddy.”
Ryan smirked into the covers. Yeah, he knew it, too. It was the easiest way out of a punishment or to get out of doing a task he hated. All he had to do was say the magic word “Daddy,” and Eli caved almost every time. Jon, too, but not as often. Ryan had to work harder to win him over; to get Daddy J to capitulate to his desires took effort when Jon’s ire peaked. Luckily, Jon was also a pushover and could be redirected if Ryan caught him early enough.
Eli’s dick slid out halfway before pushing in with a slow, measured thrust. Each drive forward sparked a rush of lightning along Ryan’s spine. Each drag of withdrawal nudged Ryan’s need. He needed to be filled, needed the connection to his men, his Daddies. This was the time when whatever dormant shifter genes lie within him rose to the surface demanding recognition. Ryan craved to be marked by bites, by bruises, by the splash of semen inside his body or on his skin.
To be owned.
Jon’s weight tilted the bed as he maneuvered to sit in front of Ryan. He spread his legs and scooted closer, his cock upright and weeping. “Open for Daddy J, pup.” Jon pointed his dick at Ryan’s mouth, and Ryan devoured the head, bobbing in time with Eli’s strikes.
He wanted more—harder, faster—even as he struggled to satisfy Jon while enduring Eli’s rough attention. His pleasure mounted by swift degrees, ratcheted up notch by notch. Eli’s hard grip on his hips, the tug of Jon’s fist in his hair, the stab of Eli’s cock in his ass, the taste of Jon’s pre-come on his tongue. Ryan groaned in concert with Eli, his tones rumbling from chest to throat to mouth to circle Jon’s shaft.
“Goddess, Eli, I can’t hold back much longer,” Jon growled. “Every time, every fucking time, he can pull two orgasms from me. I’m going to be wasted tomorrow. Our boy is a gift.”
Ryan’s heart hammered with the stress of taking his Daddies and the pure joy of Jon’s declaration. He moaned louder, sounding the words “Love you” around Jon’s cock.
“He is.” Eli’s hand surrounded Ryan’s length, jerking him in a quick rhythm. “We’re going to make our little bird soar.”
And that was that.
Unable to hold his orgasm back, Ryan flew. His eyes slammed shut as ecstasy rolled over him. His balls tightened and gut twisted, electricity racing from head to spine to cock. Blackness punctuated by spots of red and white appeared, but Ryan couldn’t wallow long, not when Jon held his head still as he unloaded into Ryan’s mouth. Ryan swallowed convulsively, choking on semen, but slurping nonetheless.
Behind him, Eli gripped Ryan’s hips tightly, jabbing into his ass, pushing in deep and losing himself with a long, drawn out groan. Eli leaned onto Ryan’s back, placing kiss after sweet kiss to his sweat-slicked skin, shuddering as he ground into Ryan’s body.
When he finally pulled out, and Jon shifted backwards, Ryan collapsed to the bed, just to the side of the cum-soaked towel. Eli snatched it up and used a dry edge to wipe Ryan clean.
“Thanks, Daddy,” Ryan mumbled, whimpering when Jon stroked deft fingers through his damp hair. “Imma gonna sleep so good tonight.”
His Daddies laughed quietly. Jon pulled him from the foot of the bed to the top, tucking him into the little spoon position and covering them with a light blanket. He struggled to stay awake, and only when Eli slid under the covers, pressed a kiss to Ryan’s cheek, and laid a hand on Ryan’s hip, did he allow himself to fall asleep.
Chapter 9
Brian
Brian listened as Christian and Dylan parted ways downstai
rs. He stood in the doorway of his bedroom, looking in at the queen bed, dual nightstands with boring matching lamps and a standard dresser. The walls were devoid of pictures or paintings. He hadn’t bothered decorating in the hopes he’d quickly move into Christian’s rooms. After two years, you’d think you’d know better.
With a heavy sigh, he sat on the edge of the bed, reached into the nightstand drawer, and pulled out the small picture frame within. Brian stared at the photo.
A solid knock was followed by, “May I come in?”
Brian side-eyed Christian a moment before nodding. He was in no mood for company but couldn’t deny the alpha entrance. Technically, they were equals, but in Brian’s heart they were as different as night and day. “Your house.”
Christian frowned. “Our house.” He approached slowly, gestured to the bed and, with Brian’s approval, sat beside him. Christian’s hands rested on his thighs in loose fists, but as Brian watched, the one closest to him unfurled and tentatively circled Brian’s wrist. The weight of his hand dipped the picture frame in Christian’s direction.
“That’s the day you moved in,” Christian commented. “I recall we were both very excited to have a new place to call home. I was sick of living in the city, and you couldn’t wait to move out of the hostel you were calling home. We had a lot of fun. You helped me unpack all my boxes and decided what went where. Remember, all those dinners we had with odd utensils until we found the box with the missing silverware?”
Brian formed a tight-lipped smile at the memory. “The grill outside got a lot of use that summer.” He shoved the picture back into the drawer and shut it, the tiny smile falling away. “I kept cooking, but you’d stopped showing up. I missed having dinner with you, talking with you. It took a while, but I finally realized my mistake.” Brian shook off Christian’s hold and escaped to stand as far from Christian as he could without leaving the room. “I’d thought you asked for me to move in with you. Fuck! I’m such an idiot. Pining away. Even if I couldn’t have more, I craved every second I could have in your presence.”
“I’m sor—”
“No.” Brian swiped his hand through the air. “You don’t need to apologize. You didn’t know how I felt. Maybe if you had…” He shrugged. “I lost my chance.”
“According to Dylan, and me, you haven’t.” Christian’s earnest gaze startled Brian.
Hope sprung and leapt into Brian’s throat, rendering him momentarily speechless. “I… You… You want that? Me and him?”
“I think it’s worth exploring. He and I are new, and we obviously have a lot to learn about each other since he neglected to inform me of his truthful intention to find his brother. Do you think you could put aside your resentment and start over with him and, I guess, me?” Christian held out his hand.
“I…” Brian sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. If he was going to do this, he needed to tell Christian the truth. He might look like an alpha, but deep down that wasn’t him.
Christian stood and stepped into Brian’s space. He cupped Brian’s cheek, sliding his thumb across Brian’s lips. There was no stopping his natural inclination to lower his gaze to the floor, open his mouth, and suck Christian’s thumb inside.
Christian’s breath hitched. “I see,” he whispered. “You want to kneel for me, don’t you?”
Brian nodded minutely, refusing to release his first taste of the man he’d wanted for so long.
Christian pressed on one shoulder. “Go on then, down you go.”
Yes, please. Down to one knee, then two, Brian went without giving up the digit in his mouth. He traced the zipper of Christian’s slacks, peering up, pleading for further instructions.
“You may.”
A shiver of anticipation shuddered through Brian’s body. He fumbled in his rush to open Christian’s pants until Christian yanked at his hair, tilting his head back.
Christian thrust his thumb in and out of Brian’s mouth, the slurping obscene to his ears. “You’re going to look so good with those lips wrapped around my cock.”
Brian whined. He wanted. Desperately.
“Take me out, use your hands only. Understand?”
Fighting back the orgasm threatening to release without even touching himself, Brian panted, “Yes.”
A smirk formed along Christian’s lips, his eyes bright with Fox’s amusement peeking through. Another sharp tug on his hair raised Brian’s chin higher. “Yes, what, kit?”
Heart hammering, Brian answered as he’d wished for forever, “Yes, Sir.”
Christian grinned, nose crinkling, all teeth. “That’s what I thought. Now, do as I said.”
“Yes, Sir.” Brian carefully lowered Christian’s slacks and underwear, revealing a splendid hard cock, longer and thicker than his own. He pressed his lips together, fearing he might forget and take a taste, forbidden for the moment. Instead, he used both palms to slip up the sides of Christian’s shaft, touched the head, and smoothed the drops of pre-cum around. With thumb to fingernails, he formed a double tube and jacked Christian.
“That’s good, kit. Feels great.”
Christian’s praise washed over Brian. He licked his dry lips, yearning for the tiniest taste of his alpha.
He’d given up hope, but Dylan had changed everything. The young crane had opened Christian’s eyes. He’d surprised Brian, too. Dylan had been cute in plainclothes, but Brian had had to stifle his shock when he saw the little dressed in that mini-skirt and eyeliner. The kid was a knock-out, and he’d certainly knocked Brian’s whole world akilter.
No sense complaining when he was right where he wanted to be: on his knees for Christian.
“You may use your tongue now,” Christian ordered with another welcomed tug to his hair.
Brian dropped one hand, and while continuing his motions, leaned forward to lap at the head of Christian’s cock. Sweet Goddess. He reveled in the cloying spice leaking from Christian’s cockhead with each upward stroke, moaning as his taste buds rejoiced.
Christian’s hand covered his own, tightening and directing his movements. The pace quickened, both of them with heaving chests as their excitement grew. “You ready, kit? Ready for my cum?”
“Yes. Please, Sir.” Brian opened his mouth wide, stuck out his tongue and waited impatiently.
Christian continued to strip his cock. With a low growl, he shoved his hips forward while he pointed his dick at Brian’s mouth. Pulses of semen hit Brian’s tongue, nose, chin and cheeks. Brian swallowed then licked his lips clean, grinning up at his alpha.
Sir smiled fondly at him, tucked himself away, and fastened his slacks. He carded his fingers through Brian’s hair one more time before offering to help him stand. There was a moment of unbalance, but Christian steadied him, and then led him out of the room to the bathroom across the hall.
Goddess, his dick was like a steel rod pressed against his fly. If Christian touched him, Brian would blow like a firecracker.
Christian wet a washcloth and wiped Brian’s face carefully. “You looked amazing with my cum on your face, but I don’t want you to get it in your beautiful eyes.” He rinsed the cloth out and laid it aside.
Brian trailed his fingertips down the center of Christian’s button-down. “I think I should help you get ready for bed.”
He tugged gently at the hem of the shirt before starting on the lowest button. One. Two. Three. A light caress along the edge of his waistline. Four. Five. Six. The shirt parted, allowing Brian to lean in and sweep his tongue over erect nipples.
Christian palmed his head, forcing Brian to devote ample treatment to each side of his chest. After a few minutes, Christian pushed him away. “I think it’s time my kit received some attention. Go back to your room and get undressed. Wait for me at the foot of your bed.”
Brian sucked in a quick breath. “Okay, Sir.” He pecked Christian’s cheek before rushing into his bedroom, stripping his clothes off as he went.
Chapter 10
Dylan
Dylan stood in his pajam
as on the top step, peering around the corner. He held his breath, listening to Brian and Christian speak, their voices echoing from the bathroom. Adjusting his erection, he willed it away to no avail. Stupid dick. Dylan was equally aroused and annoyed that Christian had not only listened to him but had had sex with Brian. Well… a blowjob and now more.
He debated moving closer. Spying on them would be fun, he supposed. But if they caught him…
His brow arched and cock grew as he imagined the perfect scenario. He’d creep along the hallway and peek into the bedroom. Brian would be naked, spread-eagle on the bed. Christian would have Brian’s wrists tied to the headboard… Nah, but he’d make Brian hold onto it while he explored Brian’s body. He’d want to find all those secret places that made Brian squirm, his dick twitch, or elicit a moan of pleasure.
Fuck.
Dylan was past horny to full-on randy. Fuck it. I’m going in.
He propped Rhianna on the top step, dropped to his hands and knees and crawled towards the doorway. Stopping just outside the room, he tilted his head just enough to see inside and gave himself a mental fist bump. Called it!
Brian was indeed spread out on the bed, not a stitch of clothes on. Dylan grinned seeing pieces of clothing thrown about the room: floor, chair, dresser. Christian, sans shirt, knelt between Brian’s thighs, cupping his balls and playing with his nipples. An impressive erection jutted from Brian’s groin, and Dylan shuddered, already feeling it filling him. It wouldn’t be his first, but it would be the biggest, unless Christian’s alpha cock was bigger. That image spiked Dylan’s eyebrows right to his hairline as he bit back a moan.
Christian stroked Brian’s belly, carding through the thick patch of hair into the thatch surrounding his shaft. He lifted Brian’s cock and jacked him slowly. When a pearl of pre-cum appeared, Christian leaned over and swiped it off with his tongue.