by Sean Michael
“You’re sure about that?” Knight licked his lips.
“Have you ever known me not to be sure?”
“No, beautiful.” Knight’s smile was brilliant.
“That’s right.” He snagged Knight’s wrist, tugged the man in close, and took himself a kiss. Knight opened easily, tongue pushing into his lips, pushing him.
Bish wrapped his hands around the man’s hips, shoving him back against the island that he would be taking Knight against, bent over. He wanted to bury himself in that tight ass again, slam into that red-hot hole. He put all that into his kiss—a warning…a promise…
Knight’s thighs spread wide. So fucking easy. Maybe he’d been neglecting the man. He pushed his fingers into that swollen little hole. His. Hot and still a bit slick from earlier, it was going to be so good to push back in.
“Feel you. Want more.”
He was fully aware of what Knight wanted. “You’re going to get what I give you, babe. And you’re going to like it.”
“Am I now? Are you sure?” Challenging little fuck.
“I’m so fucking sure, I’m going to just turn you over and fucking do it.”
Knight stuck the tip of that pink tongue out at him.
“Don’t stick it out unless you plan to use it.” Grabbing Knight’s hips, he turned the man around and bent him over the island.
“This can’t be hygienic.” Knight spread…so pretty.
“You really worried about hygiene?” He pushed his thumb into Knight’s ass.
“Bish!” Knight went up on tiptoe.
“Don’t sound so surprised, you’ve been asking for this.” He pushed his other thumb in with the first.
“Have not…” That tight ass rolled up, then took his thumbs in.
“Have, too.” He pushed them deep, wriggled them around.
“N…not.” Knight squeezed him tight.
“Have.” He pulled his thumbs out and pushed them back in. Hard.
“Oh, fuck. Bish.”
“Hard and fast, Knight. That’s what you’re going to get.” He pegged Knight’s gland with his thumbs.
Knight jerked forward, like he was going to let the bastard get away…ever. Laughing, Bish let his thumbs slide out and grabbed hold of Knight’s hips, tugging the man back, right against his cock.
“Mouse. Love. Please.”
He smiled, tickled. Knight had started calling him Mouse back in university, and he hadn’t heard that in months, easy.
“You want this, Knight? Or you need it?” He rubbed, teasing that little hole.
“Fuck me, you asshole. Let me feel you.”
Oh, fuck, he loved it when Knight got crazy from what he was doing. “You can’t feel this?” he asked, still just rubbing.
“Motherfucker. Prick. Asshole.”
“Oh, you want me to stop, do you?” He took a step backward.
Knight straightened up, foot stomping on the floor.
“Get back down there,” he growled, pushing Knight back down over the island.
Knight’s ass was just pink, so he swatted it a few more times, encouraging it back to that perfect red. His handprint looked good there…belonged there. “You are so impatient and pushy.”
“You still keep me around.”
“I can’t imagine ever letting you go.” Not ever. With those words, he pushed right into Knight’s body. Perfect.
He stopped, sunk in fully, loving how Knight jerked and rippled around him.
“Fucking tight, Knight.” Fucking good.
Knight nodded, dark head bobbing. “Full of you.”
“Yeah. Fuck. ‘S good.”
He circled his hips, stroking his cock inside Knight’s body and that tight ass fought him, tried to keep him in deep.
“So fucking pushy.” He pulled out and shoved back in.
“You’re pushing. Not me.”
He snorted. “That’s a matter of opinion.
Knight rolled that perfect ass, rubbing against him. “My opinion.”
“But not mine.” He punched back in again.
“Bish…” That soft moan rocked his world.
“Right fucking here, baby.” He thrust a couple more times, pulling Knight back on to his cock to give it added oomph.
“Love how your cock feels. Going to miss it over the next year.” Knight had some crazy idea that they were going to let him keep that little, tight hole away from them while Jason was here.
“You’re going to feel it plenty, K.” He could think of a thousand different scenarios with all four of them that included his cock and Knight’s ass sharing the same space.
“Plenty…” Knight moaned as he slammed in deep.
“That’s what I said. Plenty.” He found a rhythm, pumping hard and fast. He was planning to stay right here for a while, really pound Knight’s ass so he felt it for days. Knight braced himself on the island, pushed back into each thrust. “That’s right. Just like that. Fucking slut.” He slapped Knight’s ass, loving every move the man made.
His fucking slut. This man was a motherfucking addiction. He pushed faster, harder, letting it all out.
“Harder. Oh, fuck. Bish. Pound me.”
“Pushy fucking man.” He gave Knight what he needed, though, filling him deep and hard and fast.
Knight nodded, head thrown back, throat working. Laughing from the sheer exhilaration of fucking Knight, Bish let everything else go and just did it.
He felt Knight’s orgasm coming, rippling through that tight, tight ass.
“Fuck yes.” He was right there, ready and eager to have Knight’s climax pull out his own.
“Yes.” Knight came—Bishop could smell it—rich and wild and male.
“Fuck. Fuck.” He thrust four more times, short and sharp and perfect. Then he was coming, too…filling Knight up.
That tight ass gripped his cock, held him in, held him close, and he leaned over Knight, resting against his sweaty back.
“Good for me.” Knight’s heart was pounding for him.
“Yeah, me too.” He patted one thigh.
“Miss this already.”
Bish grinned. Silly man. He slapped Knight’s thigh this time. “One—this was your idea and you found our man. Two—this is not going to end just become someone new is coming in. Three—my cock is still up your ass, and as soon as I’ve caught my breath, I’m going to fuck you all over again.”
Knight’s laughter rippled all around his fucking cock. “I’m not bottoming when he comes. I told you that.”
“Not for him, you aren’t.” Knight couldn’t last a week without rolling over and begging him to fill his tight little ass.
“Not for anyone.” That was a lovely challenge.
He just laughed and smacked the pretty ass again. “If I believed it, I’d be pouting.” Not that he pouted…that was Knight’s job. And Rook’s.
The tight sheath jerked around his cock, milking him for a second, making him cross- eyed. Horny fuck. He was already so sensitive it was almost sore. “Pushy, horny bastard.”
“You know it.” Knight wiggled, teasing him. “The lasagna smells good.”
That had him laughing again. One hunger satisfied—another needing to be sated. Soon his lover would be heading downstairs to the studio. That hunger was huge, unbearable—Knight’s art couldn’t ever be denied.
“Let’s take a plateful of lasagna into the bedroom and wake Rook.” They could get some food into Knight before he disappeared into his art.
“He’d love that.” Knight stood and Bish slipped free. “We have a good life, the three of us.”
“We do. We have an amazing life.” Who else had two men who loved him as hard as Knight and Rook did Bish? Nobody he knew. “It’ll be interesting to see what happens when Jason comes.”
“It will.” Knight cleaned up quickly, letting him watch that lean body move. “It’ll be hot.”
“It’s already hot and he isn’t even here yet.”
“No, but I think Rook’s already a little
in love.”
“Just a little. We’ll have to make sure Jason wants to stay long after his year is up.”
“He will.” Knight sounded absolutely sure.
“You really think you have a bead on this kid, huh?” He pulled down a large plate and got the lasagna out of the oven.
“I think that he’s desperate, lonely, and closeted.” Knight grabbed the Parmesan cheese.
“Then we’re doing him a great favor.”
Knight chuckled. “We’re offering him a good deal.”
“We are. It’s a dream job, really.”
“It is. You’ll be a great boss.” Now Knight was just being an ass.
He popped his lover’s butt, watching his palm print come up in white on the rosy red bottom. “Grab a glass of milk, butthead.”
Knight’s laughter filled the air, made him smile. “Shit for brains.”
“At least I have brains.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Knight stuck that talented tongue out at him. “Milk. Pasta. Go.”
“I’m waiting on you.” He grabbed the tray and headed back toward the bedroom, bumping hips with Knight.
Time to eat and get ready. If his men thought Jason was coming, then it would happen.
He was ready.
Chapter Five
Jason stood at the door of this huge fucking mansion thing, shifting from foot to foot.
This was a mistake.
A mistake.
Oh God.
He shouldn’t do this.
Jason had called Rook, told the man yes, then spent the entire day freaking right the fuck out.
Still, there he was. Suitcases in his car, phone in his hand, about to agree to become a…
A…
A sex slave.
Jesus.
The door opened and Rook stood there, looking normal as anything, blond curls shining in the sunlight, blue eyes twinkling. “Jason! I’m so glad you’re here!” The man bounced right over to him.
“I… Hey.” He looked back toward his car.
“Is that your car? You can park it with ours in the garage.” Rook pointed to the big double garage doors about halfway down the side of the building. “You brought the stuff you want with you, right?” Rook tried to look beyond him at the car.
“I did, yeah. I just packed my car up.” He bit his bottom lip. “I just… I don’t know about this, Rook.”
“Oh, honey, now’s not the time for cold feet.” Rook’s arm went around his shoulders, and he was given a bright smile. “This is going to be so much fun, I promise.”
“I’m a little wigged.” More than a little, really, but he let Rook steer him toward the garage.
“I can help with nerves.” Rook grinned and waggled his brows.
Inside, the garage was filled with cars, trucks and motorcycles. It was insane. Rook led him through another smaller door and into a courtyard filled with flowers and plants. The house itself was the biggest place he’d ever seen—a two-storied monstrosity of brick. He stopped, stared, then stumbled as Rook urged him forward, and the big front door opened.
He blinked at Rook. “This place is huge.”
“Yeah, well, we’ve got some money between us…”
“That we do. The studio’s downstairs. There’s an upstairs, too. Did you bring your things? You’ll have a room with a private bathroom.” That was the guy from the art class—Knight—who sounded intense.
“He brought his things. They’re out in his car, which isn’t parked in the garage yet. I thought I’d bring him in, show him around.” Rook smiled at him. “Kiss on him a little.”
“Did you bring your contracts, Jason?” This time Knight’s voice was a touch gentler.
“Yeah, but…” He was going to fucking freak.
Rook turned him so he was facing the guy. “Come sit for a bit. I know you like my kisses and that’ll remind you why you said yes.”
“Just for a minute.” He let those warm eyes woo him again as he was eased over to a soft, comfortable sofa. Rook sat next to him—cuddled up to him, really—and licked his lips, making them shine, making him notice them. “You’re dangerous.” Jason shifted, and that bumped their hips together.
“Naw, I’m just…” Rook wiggled and wrinkled his nose then grinned. “Irresistible!”
Knight started laughing, and the sound was joined by another laugh.
Rook stuck his tongue out in the general direction of Knight and the other one—the tall one. “I am. And I dare either of you to say it ain’t so.”
“We resist all the time, Rookie.” The voice belied the words, full of fondness, of…love.
That smile and blue gaze was turned back to him. “Looks like you’ve got my undivided attention, Jason.”
“I don’t know what to say to that.” Those eyes were so focused.
“You don’t have to say anything at all.” Rook closed the distance between their lips, the press soft and warm.
He grabbed Rook’s fingers, squeezed them carefully. Rook’s hum filled his mouth as those fingers twined with his and held on.
“Oh, isn’t that pretty…” He wasn’t sure which voice he’d heard, but it made him squeeze Rook’s fingers harder.
Rook hummed again, tongue pushing in between his lips and exploring him. He backed off, but Rook followed, his kiss distracting him.
“Be prettier without clothes.”
Rook’s hands slid to his cheeks at the words, cupping them, stroking.
“I don’t know if I can do this.” He whispered the words against Rook’s lips.
“That’s okay,” Rook whispered back. “Because I know you can.” Rook moved a hand down and barely cupped Jason’s cock, which was getting hard again. “You’re going to love every second of it. You’re so hot and I’m hot and together we’re really, really hot.”
Warmth brushed his back. “Your body is begging to be adored, pleasured. Explored.”
Jesus, Knight’s voice was like sex.
Rook made a soft, sexy noise and nodded. “It so is.”
He opened his mouth to tell them he wasn’t gay, but Rook’s mouth took his as soon as his lips parted. The man’s tongue was magic, making him feel such amazing things.
“That’s it, pretty boy. Open up. Welcome home.” Lips were on his ear, tickling him.
He couldn’t resist, couldn’t protest…not with Rook’s tongue down his throat. Someone’s hand was on his cock, pressing down through his jeans and he tensed, his breath coming faster as he searched Rook’s eyes. Rook smiled at him while teasing the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.
“Should he have a welcome home orgasm, Rookie?”
“Uh-huh.” The sounds vibrated inside his mouth.
“We’re going to make you come, sweet, but I’ll let you decide—jeans off or on?” Knight’s voice was maddening.
Maddening. He moaned into Rook’s lips.
Rook’s lips slowly left his. “You might not get a lot of chances to make choices. Take this one.”
“I don’t have a lot of clothes.”
Knight chuckled. “You won’t need a lot. Take them off.”
His hands were shaking so bad he couldn’t get the zipper down.
A huge, warm pair of hands landed on top of his—gentle, but big and sure. They guided his fingers and helped pull down the zipper. “We’re going to blow your mind, Jason. It’ll be wonderful.”
Knight’s tongue was wet on his ear. “Just breathe, huh? Trust in Rook. He knows.”
“That’s right,” murmured the other man. “Rook won’t lead you wrong.”
He could see the faint blush on Rook’s face. The man looked pleased. “It’ll be so good, honey.”
He lifted his hips to let the jeans and his briefs be pulled down. Four hands were there to help him tug them off, while Rook pushed his fingers through his hair. Oh, God. All three of them were touching him, welcoming him. Someone tugged his runners off; someone else was unbuttoning his shirt. The whole time Rook was kissing him, fuc
king his lips with that tongue. It was smooth and easy, but it didn’t feel practiced or fake—it just… it just was.
It was hard to be bare with everyone else dressed, but then a hand wrapped around his cock and it didn’t matter anymore. Rook’s tongue imitated the hand on his cock, thrusting in and out in time.
“You’re going to come for us, then we’re all going to sign our contract, then we’re going to play.” Knight’s words slipped into his ear, into his head. “We’re going to change your life.”
“We already have,” murmured Rook, beaming at him before stealing his breath again.
His balls were cupped, rolled, pressed up toward his body. Fingers found his nipples and tugged on them, pinched them lightly. He bucked, pushed up toward the touch.
“You’re so sexy,” Rook told him, lips licking along his face.
“I’m not…”
The pinch came again, sharper, and he gasped.
“That means ‘are too’.” Rook smiled, rubbed their noses together.
He actually smiled back, Rook easing his nerves a little bit. The drugging, magical kisses started again—it felt like he was the center of Rook’s attention. The hand on his cock started moving, the pressure slow and steady, rubbing him base to tip. Meanwhile, the fingers at his nipples played them like they were the best toy ever. They started to ache, burn, and it made him so hot.
“Wanna suck him,” Rook murmured against his lips.
“Later, Rookie. He’s close now.”
He felt Rook’s pout, but the man dove back into kissing him like it was the only thing on earth worth doing.
Jason cried out, balls drawn up tight as he shot. Rook moaned into his mouth, eyes going heavy-lidded.
“Mmm. Better.” Knight licked his ear and Jason shivered, trying not to freak out.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Jason.” Rook had his arm around his shoulders again, cuddling him.
“All right, boys. Business first, then we can keep playing.” The tall one gave him a smile that seemed more predatory than reassuring. “You remember Rook’s name, I’m sure. I’m Bishop, that’s Knight.”
He nodded. “Jason.”
Rook giggled softly as Bishop rolled his eyes a little. “Yeah, we know.”
“Well, it seemed like the best response. I really need my jeans back.”