by Sean Michael
“Boys.” He needed touching, loving. Sensation, damn it.
Bish growled at Rook, who laughed and backed off enough to start undressing Knight. Bishop’s growl ranked up in Knight’s top three hottest things of all time. Yummy. Not that he’d tell the arrogant bastard.
The arrogant bastard in question licked a line along Knight’s neck, all the way from his collarbone to his jawline, as Rook’s fingers bared him. It was the bite that left him shaken, though—gasping and painfully hard.
His erection was freed from his pants just then, Rook’s mouth swallowing him down.
“Fuck! Rook! Baby!” Jesus, that mouth. It made him fucking stupid, he swore to God.
“Impatient,” muttered Bish.
Rook himself might have said something, given the sudden vibrations around his prick.
Knight looked up at Bish, eyes rolling a little. “Hey.”
Bish chuckled again and took his mouth, stealing his breath, and suddenly he was flooded with heat, his hips slamming up into Rook’s willing lips. Rook took it, hands pushing beneath his ass and grabbing on, encouraging him to keep fucking Rook’s mouth. He rocked hard, his abs screaming as he moved.
“Fucking sexy, Knight.” Bish was still growling, the sound going along his spine.
“Bish. Bish, touch me, man.”
“Now you’re the one being impatient.” Bish still didn’t touch him, even as Rook’s mouth really turned on the suction.
He snarled a little, his focus on the perfect pressure on his prick.
“Don’t be a bitch.” Bish pinched his right nipple. His temper flared, the fire in him burning against Bishop’s eternal fucking calm. Bish growled and pinched his other nipple. “Careful or I’m going to make Rook stop.”
He flipped Bish off. He wasn’t the careful type.
“Rook. Stop.”
Rook groaned around his prick, eyes flashing up, begging Bish not to make him do it.
“Baby…” He rolled his hips, loving on Rook’s mouth.
“I fucking said stop.”
Whimpering, Rook pulled slowly off his cock. “Bastard.”
Knight looked at his lover, his sweet baby. “Come on, Rook.”
“That’s not nice, Knight.” Bish slapped his hip.
“I’m not nice.” That stung so good.
“You want to get sucked, though.” Bish smacked him again.
“Fuck! Stop it!” Or don’t.
Rook’s tongue licked across the top of his cock and he could feel Bish’s growl rumbling against his back. “Don’t make me spank you both.”
He smiled when Rook backed off. His Rook loved pleasure, but pain didn’t get the man off. Pity.
Rook pouted mightily and stripped, cock hard and needy, pointing out from his body. “So mean, Bish.”
“Knight was the one who made the choice.”
“You’re always blaming shit on me, Bish.” Ever since he’d come to stay.
Bish just laughed, teeth working at his shoulder as those fingers found his nipples and pinched again.
Oh, fuck, that felt good. “You think he’ll let us pierce him?”
Rook laughed, relaxing back and jacking himself. No fucking fair. “Not on the first day, no.”
“No? You shouldn’t be allowed to touch if I can’t.”
“Bish never said.” Rook stuck out his tongue—brat.
“I could,” Bish noted, his tongue doing naughty things to Knight’s skin.
“One of these days, we’re going to tie you to the big bed and beat your ass bloody.” Knight knew it wasn’t going to happen, but the threat was fun.
“The tying up part sounds fun.” Rook was irrepressible.
“Not reddening his bubble butt?” He was pushing, he knew it, but the fact was, once the new boy came, he’d have to be much more controlled.
“Can I spank him? Please, Bish?” Rook turned those bright blue eyes on Bishop.
“Yeah. We’d better take this to the bedroom if we’re going to full-on play with our naughty, naughty boy.”
Bish stood and all but tossed him over one shoulder, much to Rook’s delight.
“Naughty? Moi?”
Fuck, Knight loved how that word sounded in Bishop’s voice.
“Fuck yes, you.”
Rook slapped his ass as they went down the hall.
“Hey!” He kicked a little, made them work for it.
“Harder, Rookie.”
The next slap he really felt.
“No slapping or I won’t fuck you for a week!”
They chuckled at that—all three of them.
“Threats only work if you follow through, Knight.” Bishop sounded positively cheerful.
“Blah, blah, blah.” He gasped as another slap popped his ass.
“Harder, Rook.” The way he was hanging over Bish’s body, his lover’s growling voice vibrated through his chest.
“Fuck… Baby.”
“You want it, Knight—you know you do.” Rook kissed his ass and then smacked it a few times.
Bishop got him into the bedroom, to the big bed. The thing was a mass of blankets and pillows, a tumbled mess of all of them—Bish’s terribly expensive cream-colored sheets, Knight’s black and gold velvet comforters, Rook’s fat, fluffy pillows…
Heaven.
He was dumped on his stomach, Bish moving and pushing, getting him just the way Bishop wanted him, which it seemed was ass up, legs slightly spread.
“Mmm. Yeah, that’s right.”
“He looks great, Bish.”
His arms were spread out, the soft restraints slipped around his wrists, fitting him perfectly.
When the smack came, it wasn’t Rook’s hand that sounded against his ass, but Bishop’s larger, hotter, surer one. His breath huffed out of him, his ass rolling up, rocking toward the touch.
“Such a bottom slut,” Bish accused.
“Only for you.” Knight didn’t bottom for anyone but his boys.
“But you do it so well.” Rook’s fingers played with his crack.
“Don’t make me kick your ass, baby.”
“Bish wouldn’t let you.”
Bishop snorted. “I will if you’re not careful.”
He met Bishop’s eyes—the look intense, serious, heated. “I’m ready, Bish. We won’t get a chance to play hard for a long time, not together.”
“Then hold on, babe, and get ready for the ride.” Bish said something he couldn’t hear to Rook, and the two of them started to spank him. Bish first, then Rook. Hard and then not so hard. Over and over, they worked his ass cheeks, his upper thighs.
He fought for breath, sucking air, his words all caught in his throat. Fuck. Fuck, that stung. So good. Bish began grunting with each smack, groaning so the sound went through him. It was Rook who began to talk, though. Dirty, filthy things that went straight to his cock. Rook promised pleasure, passion, forever, and Knight’s eyes rolled. “Shit. Shit, you been reading how to talk dirty at the shop again?”
Rook’s next slap was even harder. “Bitch, please. I know how to talk dirty. Learned from the best.”
“Fuck!” He jerked forward, trying to get away.
“Enough,” growled Bish. “Now we fuck him from both ends.”
Knight whimpered, nodded. “Fuck. Fuck, yes. Please.”
“You get his mouth warm, Rook. I’m going to slick him up.”
He looked up at Rook and grinned. “Gonna fuck my mouth with that fat cock, baby?”
“I fucking am.” Rook rubbed his fingers over his face, then that mouth covered his, swallowing his moan as Bish pushed two fingers into him.
Knight’s eyes rolled back in his head as the kiss sent him to the moon. Jesus. Jesus, Rook kissed like there wasn’t anything better to do, ever. Of course there was, though, and Rook proved it when his mouth disappeared and Rook’s prick painted his lips.
“Mmm. Sweet baby.” His tongue slipped out, brushing Rook’s swollen, mushroom-shaped cockhead.
“Knight!” Rook’s h
ips snapped, cock bumping against his mouth.
“Uh-huh.” He licked again, teasing.
“Knight. Please.”
He could hear the pleading in Rook’s voice. He loved it. He let his tongue lick around the ridge, then pressed against the slit.
“Fucking tease.”
Just then Bish pushed his fingers in hard, hitting Knight’s gland. Lightning shot up his spine, his lips opening even more, and Rook took advantage with a groan and pushed right in. The man’s cock was a work of art, spreading his lips, pushing deep. Long, thick, hard as diamonds… Knight was in lust as well as love.
Rook pushed in all the way, then rocked back, pulling the hard prick away. Knight surged forward, trying to keep Rook in. Growling, Bish tugged him back, one big hand on each of his hips.
“Fuck…”
Those fingers dug in—bruising, aching.
“He’s fucking your mouth, Knight. You’re not sucking him.”
“Six of one, half dozen of the other, damn it!”
Bish’s free hand landed on his ass. “No. It’s very different and you know it.”
“Shit. Shit, Bish, you prick.” The sting made him shake, made him grimace.
“Yeah, that’s me. A great, big prick.”
“Our big prick.” He winked at Rook.
Rook laughed and rewarded his words by pushing the fat prick back into his mouth. He groaned, sucking hard, giving Rook a reason to stay.
“Don’t let him just suck, Rookie. Fuck his mouth.”
Damn Bish and his fucking rules anyway.
Bish stroked his cheek—eyes warm, warning him—and he nodded. He was ready. Rook pulled out, cockhead rubbing against his lips as Bish’s cock pressed against his hole, the fat head beginning to spread him. He groaned at the perfect, familiar burn.
“Together,” murmured Bish.
“Yes, sir.” He could hear the fucking grin in Rook’s voice.
He grabbed hold of the straps, braced himself.
They both pushed slowly into him, spreading his lips and his ass like they were one. Knight groaned, shorting out for a second as the pressure inside him built. They sank inside him—Rook’s cock going into his throat as Bish’s hit his gland. He jerked, body tightening, swallowing hard as a zing of excitement and a hint of worry hit him.
“Out,” growled Bish and Rook followed his lead.
He gulped in air, eyes rolling. Then they were pushing into him again, filling him up.
His body buzzed with it…stretched and filled…burning.
“Faster.” Bish’s voice was like a whip and Rook obeyed, hips pumping back and forth, just like Bish’s did.
His bound hands scrabbled on the sheets as he tried to gain purchase, to hold himself up. Bishop and Rook didn’t give him even a second to collect himself, though, their movements matched and growing quicker. There was a moment of panic when his arms gave out, but his men were right there—Bish’s hands on his hips, Rook’s on his shoulders.
“So fucking sweet, K.” Rook’s voice sang to him.
He moaned, trusting these two like he’d trust no one else.
“Nothing sweet about our Knight.” Bishop’s growl was the perfect counterpoint to Rook’s voice and subsequent laughter.
He gripped Bishop’s cock as hard as he could and squeezed his thighs together. Fucker. Bish’s hand landed on his ass with a sharp slap. He cried out, bucked, mouth popping off Rook’s prick.
“Hey!” Rook sounded affronted.
Laughing, Bishop began fucking him hard.
Wild cries pushed out of him—he was going crazy from the pressure, from the slap of their skin together.
“Jack off,” growled Bishop and Rook took his cock in hand, began stroking off. “That’s it. Come on his face.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Rook. Baby. So fucking pretty.” Knight meant it with everything he was.
“Oh. Oh.” Rook jerked, hips snapping as that pretty cock sprayed him full in the face.
Knight groaned, eyes closed, licking his lips. Without asking permission or anything, Rook ran his prick across Knight’s face, rubbing in the cum with the silky heat of his cock. He lapped at it as it passed his lips.
Bish had slowed down, but now he picked the pace up again, his cock nailing Knight’s gland as their flesh came together noisily.
“Bish…” Hot. Hot. That prick burned him bone deep. Rook bent and brought their mouths together, tongue-fucking him. Heat pushed into him from both ends, moans filling the air.
Bish’s hand wrapped around his cock. “Come for us, babe.” Bishop’s lips brushed his shoulder, the gentle touch bringing him over the edge with a scream and a crash.
Rook was there to catch him, while Bishop’s spunk filled Knight’s ass, keeping him from being empty.
Knight groaned. “I swear, you two are something.”
He wasn’t sure what, exactly, but they were something.
Rook laughed and undid his hands, then pulled him into the center of the bed, while Bish climbed in on the other side of him. “Nap a few minutes. You’re going to need it.”
“You too, lover. He’s going to call and we’re going to play.” Knight kissed Rook, rubbing his foot on Bishop’s calf.
“That’s right. Because I talked him down from saying no.” Smug, beautiful bastard.
“Bish, love. Kill Rook for me? It’s naptime.”
He felt so much better.
“Do your own dirty work.” Bish sounded half asleep already.
“Lazy.” He winked at Rook, then yawned.
Rook laughed, smiling at him like he was the king of the world, so he leaned and kissed the long, thin nose. Rook shifted so their lips met, the kiss slow and sweet.
Love you, baby. He didn’t give the words voice, but he knew Rook had heard.
His sweet Rook smiled at him and cuddled in.
Good. Almost perfect.
Almost.
Chapter Four
Bishop napped for about half an hour then climbed out of bed. He wasn’t much into napping during the day, and a short bit of shut-eye after a good hard fuck was all he really needed. He stretched and went to the window, looking out into the backyard at the big tree moving with the wind. The backyard was surrounded by a high fence because of the pool, which also gave them a ton of privacy.
They were known to sunbathe in the nude. Rook didn’t have any tan lines…in the summer at least. It was a great place. Jason could do worse. Hell, they were great guys and they’d bring the dear boy more pleasure than he knew what to do with. As long as he said yes. Bishop figured they just might have the right guy this time. Especially with Rook working his magic.
Knight came over, still mostly asleep, and rested against his back, heavy and warm.
“Hey, K.” The man should still be passed out in bed, but Knight had given that up for Lent or something.
“Mmm.” Knight kissed his shoulder.
“Why aren’t you still curled up in bed with Rookie?”
“You know I can’t sleep without you.” Knight loved Rook, but needed Bish.
“I don’t sleep during the day, you know that.”
“I know.” Knight didn’t sleep, period.
“You ready to make room for a fourth person?”
“I am.” That soft kiss came again. “I think Rook needs someone.”
“Rook has us.” The man wouldn’t give them up for anything. He felt the same way. Their Rookie was pure love.
“I know.” Knight’s hands wrapped around his hips.
“Maybe I know what you mean, though. He needs someone just for him, huh?”
He felt the glide of Knight’s cheek on his shoulder. “Somebody who needs him.”
“We need him.” He was their…their slice of normal.
“We do. I love him.”
“Uh-huh.” They both did. Truly. He bent and kissed the top of Knight’s head. “So you think this’ll really happen? That this guy is going to sign the papers?” Knight had been very s
ure. Hell, Rook was sure now, too.
“I think so. He needs money, Rook hooked him, and he’s a sweet bottom. No question.”
“Mmm…I do like me sweet bottoms.” He could play and play.
“Mmm-hmm. You haven’t had one in a long time.”
That made him laugh. “Not a sweet one, no.” Knight was the brattiest man in the history of men.
Knight swatted his butt playfully. “You hungry?”
“Yeah, I could eat. And you know Rook’s gonna want to eat when he wakes up.” Rook woke up starving after sex. Could eat them all under the table and never gained a damn ounce. Bitch.
“I’ll order a pizza.” Knight’s relationship with the kitchen involved bananas, cold cereal, and peanut butter by the spoonful.
“I pulled a lasagna out of the freezer.” He, on the other hand, made food in huge batches once every few months.
“Yeah?”
He noticed that Knight didn’t move. “Uh-huh.” He shifted, looping an arm around Knight, slowly leading them toward the kitchen. There was an island in the middle of it, just about the right height…
Knight followed, curled into him, hands stroking him restlessly.
“We’ll get the lasagna in first.” He didn’t bother explaining what would come second—Knight knew him and should have a pretty good idea already.
“Mmm-hmm.” Knight’s tongue licked over his jaw.
“No distracting me. Rook will forgive us for not waking him, but only if there’s food ready. We forget the lasagna, we’re doomed to pouting.”
“Pouting Rook is no fun.”
No. A pouting Rook just meant an unhappy household.
He grabbed Knight and gave his lover a hard, quick kiss, then went to the counter to grab the pan he’d taken out of the freezer that morning. It didn’t take him long to throw it in the oven…and get the damn thing turned on. Last time he’d tried to reheat food he’d neglected to turn it on. He even set the timer, just in case they got ambitious and lost track of time.
Done, he turned and found Knight. There was something extremely naughty about being naked in the kitchen…and naughty looked good on Knight. Really good. “I have plans for you.”
“Do you, now?” Knight raised an eyebrow, challenging him. Just like always.
He loved that about Knight. “I do. Big plans for that ass.”