by Jane Davitt
“I missed you. But I was tired.”
“Did you jerk off, thinking about us?”
“After Liam said I could? What do you think?”
“I think you did it. I know you did.” Jay’s expression became thoughtful. “I miss jerking off. Just me, my hand, and some fantasies.”
“The only thing in my head last night was you two.”
He’d forgotten about the long drive and the stressful reunion with his sister, let the situation with his mom slip away. Instead, as he’d worked his cock slowly with his hand, the act—once so familiar, now tinged with a delicious sense of the forbidden, even with Liam’s permission—he’d focused on the two men he loved. Imagined them in bed with him, surrounding him, taking him. Liam fucking him from behind, Jay kneeling in front of him, his cock jutting out, needing the lick and lap of Austin’s tongue… After a while the structure of the fantasy—more of a memory, really—had broken down into disconnected flashes of hard bodies, rampant cocks, the solid sound of a hand striking flesh. He’d found himself murmuring, “Sir…please, yours, Sir, anything, I’ll do anything…” The words aroused him as much as the tight grip of his hand. He’d come only after conjuring Liam saying, “Now,” his voice strong, commanding.
“Tell me,” Austin coaxed. “I really want to know.”
“It won’t be weird?”
Austin groaned. “When will you get it through your head that anything you do with Liam is fine with me? Does it bother you when you get back from a late shift and I’m on my knees by the couch blowing him?”
Instead of answering quickly, thoughtlessly, Jay hesitated, his forehead creasing. “Sometimes I get this moment when I think you look so good together, I’m just in the way.” Before Austin could put into words just how ridiculously not true that was, Jay smiled. “But it doesn’t last, and it’s not every time. You have no idea how perfect you look with him. You give him everything he wants as if it’s as easy as passing him the salt when he asks for it. I can’t do that.” He shivered. “Well, maybe I’m starting to learn. God, the way he treated me last night… He didn’t give me a choice. He just took it for granted that I was going to behave, and if I stepped out of line, he just… He…”
“What did he do?” Austin lowered his voice, making it a tempting caress.
“Put me back where I belonged,” Jay whispered. His eyes shone; everything about him radiated joy and contentment. “To him.” He leaned closer and pressed his lips to Austin’s, then added, “And to you. Always to you.”
Austin was overwhelmed by Jay’s happiness. He couldn’t be jealous—well, maybe a little bit, of the fun they’d had without him, but it was still more envy than jealousy. “I want to lick you everywhere. Can I?”
“Only if you’ll admit first that that’s the stupidest question ever,” Jay said solemnly, then grinned.
“No wonder Liam likes spanking you so much,” Austin told him. He pushed Jay backward slowly, down onto the couch cushions, and loomed over him without putting much weight on him. He kissed Jay’s mouth, his throat, each of the numerous bruises on his shoulders and chest, and through it Jay made pleased, eager sounds and lifted his hips to tease Austin’s growing erection with the warm press of his body. Jay tasted like clean skin and a hint of salt, and he smelled faintly of coffee and arousal. “Tell me what he did.”
“Drove me crazy.” Jay gasped as Austin licked one nipple, then the other. “Made me wear nipple clamps to dinner. I was so good, I was like an angel. When he finally took them off me in the parking lot, I thought I was going to die. Then he brought me home and fucked me for like two hours. Oh God, do that again.”
“What, this?” Austin licked the sensitive skin at the bottom of Jay’s ribs. “You’re so hot. Two hours, seriously?”
“Maybe three. It was amazing. He was so rough.”
“You like that.”
“Like air. Like water.” Jay closed his eyes. “He drove me crazy getting me to tell him how it felt when I was seriously way past making sense. You try giving feedback tied to a bed after you’ve been whipped all over so there’s just no way of lying that doesn’t hurt.”
“I can see that he whipped you. Details, Jay. Details.” Jay’s skin was marked up plenty, peppered with tiny bruises and bite marks, a living record of the night’s events. He couldn’t wait to see Jay’s ass.
“So fucking gently at first.” Jay opened his eyes again, his long eyelashes dark and thick. Studded with tears, they looked spectacular. “Made me crazy. My skin was on fire, smarting like it does when you’re sunburned and you get into a hot bath, you know? But you couldn’t really see much. It just went pink and faded. He told me not to move, to show him how much I trusted him—I didn’t even know I could be that good. I mean, not perfect, but close. And then he tied me to the bed and fucked me. I think we used a whole bottle of lube. The sheets were a mess. I was a mess.”
Austin wrapped his hands around Jay’s wrists, watching Jay’s eyes darken with remembered pleasure. “So you couldn’t touch him?” That had to have been difficult. They both loved caressing Liam, running their hands over the strong, powerful body and seeing his arousal build, his control fray.
Jay groaned. “Not for hours. The closest I got was at the start when he told me he wanted to take the edge off so he could make it last when he fucked me. He got on top of me, put his ass in my face, told me to rim him, then pulled back and came all over me.”
“God.” Austin shuddered violently, so turned on by the brief description that his hand shook as he fumbled for his zipper. He had to feel Jay’s skin against his. He was sure Liam’s permission to jerk off had expired as soon as he walked into the house, but he’d be careful. “You are so fucking lucky. He doesn’t let us do that often.”
Jay helped him to wriggle out of his clothes, losing what was left of his, until they were both naked on the couch. “He likes it too much; that’s why. He was close to losing it after about a minute, and he hates not being in control.”
“Turn around so I can see your back.” Austin was gentle as he touched Jay’s skin. The bruises that caught his eye—faint, like fingerprints—were those in the space between Jay’s lower back and ass. As if Liam’s thumbs had left them there. As if Liam had held Jay down and fucked him.
Unbidden, Austin’s fingers slipped into the cleft of Jay’s ass, seeking the heat he knew he’d find there. Jay shivered when Austin discovered he was still slick and swollen.
“He fucked you again this morning,” Austin said softly, and Jay nodded, looking over his shoulder.
“He wasn’t rough, but it still hurt. Be sore until tomorrow, probably.” Jay whimpered as Austin’s index finger brushed against his hole. “He did that thing where he put his hand over my mouth, told me not to breathe until I had to. And I know I can, but I fool myself that I can’t and it’s his choice if I do, and God, that gets me so hot.”
Austin couldn’t help it—he didn’t get off on hurting Jay, but he couldn’t resist touching him, pushing two fingers inside him where Liam’s cock had been just that morning. He wanted to fuck Jay with more than just his hand, even knowing it would hurt him. He pressed deeper, to the second knuckle, but withdrew when Jay whimpered again. “Love you so much. Want you.”
“Let me suck you,” Jay said.
“I’m not sure I can take even a minute of your mouth on me without coming. Thinking about the two of you has gotten me so fucking turned on.”
“I know, but I need to taste you. You’ve got to let me.”
“I thought you’d both be worn out and not interested by the time I got back.” Not that Jay being insatiable was new and different.
Jay turned his head and grinned back at him. “I should be, but it’s addictive. I want more. Liam stripped me down before he left for the mall and went over me inch by inch, making sure I was okay. Do you have any idea how hard I was by the time he’d finished?” Jay rolled to his back, staring up at Austin earnestly. “Every bruise, every welt…and then he ma
de me bend over the bathroom sink and spread so he could see how raw my ass was. He put some of that antiseptic cream on me, working it inside me.” Jay’s face flushed. “It wasn’t done to turn me on, the way you just did. It was like he was a guy doing maintenance on his car. He was humming under his breath, just taking care of something he owned. Then when he’d washed his hands, he got out these nail clippers and trimmed my fingernails. Didn’t even look at me or talk to me. Just…tidied me up.”
Austin’s cock couldn’t get any harder, but it tried. He felt hot and dizzy with lust. Liam was twisted in the best possible ways. “That is so fucking kinky. Tell me he let you come?”
Jay smirked. “Jerked me off into the sink as casually as if he was brushing his teeth—not that it took long, the state I was in—slapped my ass, and told me to clean the bathroom while he was gone.”
“I hate you both,” Austin said with conviction. “You’re going to make it up to me, right? Because while you were fucking each other’s brains out, I was playing anti-Cupid, and it was about as much fun as getting a cavity filled. Ryan’s way too good for her, but try making him see that.”
“I just offered to blow you, and you turned me down,” Jay pointed out. “And can we please not talk about April when we’re naked? I didn’t think anything could kill this hard-on, but picturing her whining at you is doing the trick.”
“Sorry. It was kind of a crazy weekend, and not in the good way yours was.”
The sound of a key in the front door lock caught both their attention at the same moment. Hopefully Liam was alone and hadn’t picked up a friend on his shopping trip, Austin thought as he looked across his bare knees.
“I’m back,” Liam called from the entryway. “I hope you waited for me for the big reunion.”
“Um, kind of?” Austin called back, exchanging a conspiratorial grin with Jay.
They could hear Liam taking off his coat and hanging it up; Austin imagined watching Liam notice Jay’s sweater and his bag on the floor, but Liam didn’t comment on that, just came to join them, still carrying his shopping bags from the mall. “Welcome home,” Liam said and bent to kiss him. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised you started without me.”
“We didn’t, really,” Austin said. “Jay was telling me about last night and this morning. I wanted to see him.”
“No permanent damage, I trust?” Liam was relaxed, not offended.
“Of course not.” Austin worried more about Jay begging Liam to take things too far than he did about Liam doing it on his own. Liam was in control; he knew what he was doing. “How was the mall?”
“Hideous. The first thing I’ll check next time I have to hire an assistant is when their birthday is. Anything near Christmas is completely unacceptable. And how was your trip?” Liam set his bags down on the table and gestured for Austin to shift over and make room for him.
It crossed Austin’s mind that Liam had adapted well to stuff like coming home and finding two naked men on his couch. Not a blink, not a gasp. Just a gathering heat in his eyes and that welcoming kiss. Austin liked that it’d been easy; it let him believe that this was what was right for Liam, for all of them.
“I got Ryan to explain to April that it’s because he’s so insanely in love with her—and is that ever the right word—that he wants to cool it for a bit until he’s past this bump. He was kind of stunned that she’d assume seeing him once or twice a week instead of every night meant he wanted to finish it all. We had some one-on-one time, and I filled him in on what she’s like.”
“And he didn’t run screaming the way most people do from monsters?”
Austin reached across and smacked Jay’s arm. “No. He’s actually pretty good at handling her on the whole; he just screwed up explaining this. When she’s around him, it’s like the brat gets turned down from eleven to maybe five or six? She got snippy with me, and he just said her name and gave her this expectant look, like he thought she’d crossed a line and needed to apologize and he knew she would.”
“Wow.” Jay scratched his cheek, blankly astonished. “Maybe he’s hypnotized her? Or he’s an alien with mind-control skills?”
“Or they’re in love, and he’s got a dominant—small d—personality that she responds to,” Liam suggested drily. “I’m glad it went well, Austin, and you’re forbidden from ever going away without us again, because Jay was unbearable.”
“Sir! I was not! I just missed him.” Jay had snuggled in close to Liam, Austin noticed, but his body language was deferential, appealing, his hand placed on Liam’s chest, his legs beside Liam’s thighs, not draped across them as he would’ve done if it’d been Austin he was cuddling. As Austin watched, Liam moved his arm and gathered Jay in close, dropping a kiss on the top of Jay’s head and getting an adoring upward glance in return.
Austin smiled, loving the closeness between them, relieved that at least one of his worries—that Jay would continue to struggle against Liam’s control—had been resolved.
“Austin?” Liam held open his other arm, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “I missed you too.”
Curling up against Liam felt like the last piece of coming home. “Sleeping alone in that bed last night—I couldn’t. I lay there for hours. I even counted the ceiling tiles.”
“You’re here now. Sleep can be caught up on.” Liam hesitated, then said, “Though I was hoping we might tire each other out this evening.”
“Sounds like an offer we won’t want to refuse.” Jay slid a hand along Liam’s shirtfront.
“You haven’t heard all of it yet.” Liam’s fingers toyed with the hair at the back of Austin’s neck; Austin’s skin prickled with the sensation.
“What did you want to do, Sir?” God, he’d missed saying that. Such a short, simple word, but it meant so much to him. Liam, in a confiding mood, had once told him when they called him that, he always noticed, never took it for granted.
“Fuck me again?” Jay suggested with a wriggle of an ass that, from what Austin had seen, had been fucked plenty.
Liam snorted. “I like hurting you, not damaging you. No. You need time to recover from last night.” He disengaged himself from them and stood. “Tonight I’d like to try something new. New for me, anyway.”
“Whatever you want, Sir,” Jay said, after exchanging a puzzled look with Austin. “You know that. We trust you. Anything.”
“It’s more a matter of me trusting you.” Liam paused, then added, “I want one of you—or both of you—to fuck me, please.”
Chapter Twenty
When Liam thought of the stunned look on Austin’s face and the way Jay’s mouth had hung open, he grinned. Poor boys. He’d surprised them, even upset them, but he wasn’t changing his mind. He was their Dom. They’d do what he told them to, and if it seemed on the surface to be a reversal of roles, he’d soon correct that misapprehension.
Being on the receiving end wasn’t going to stop him being in charge.
He turned his face up to the powerful spray of the shower and closed his eyes. He wanted this. He was curious about the act itself and how it would feel to be fucked, but on a deeper level, he saw it as a test of his dominance over them. It would take self-control on their parts to penetrate him without hurting him, but it would take even more for him to control the situation while in a position of vulnerability. It was a challenge, and he looked forward to seeing how it went.
Liam wasn’t going into this blindly. He’d done his research and prepared himself for penetration with some gentle stretching, though it had been more awkward to do to oneself than he’d anticipated, and in the long run he’d decided to leave well enough alone. Jay and Austin wouldn’t chance doing anything hasty, whether he ordered them to be cautious or not.
Shutting off the water, he stepped out onto the bath mat and reached for a towel. They’d shared a meal earlier, then watched some television, but he hadn’t wanted to put off the evening’s activities too long. Best not to give them time to generate anxiety.
Jay seemed
more comfortable with the idea than Austin had, right off the bat. Knowing their personalities, that hadn’t come as a surprise to Liam.
He finished drying his hair and smoothed it back with his fingers, then headed into the bedroom where the zone heating was turned up so the temperature would be comfortable for them. Jay and Austin had laid out the things he’d asked for, lube and cock rings lined up neatly on the bedside table.
They were kneeling by the bed, naked, waiting patiently, knees parted, hands behind them, heads down. Good boys. He could see the marks he’d left on Jay’s skin, the sight of them enough to bring his cock up, stiffening as he remembered what he’d done to cause those marks. He stroked his erection, not troubling to hide his arousal. They turned him on. It wasn’t a weakness of his, but a source of strength.
“You won’t get to come doing this unless I’m happy with you. It’s for my pleasure, not yours.” He snapped his fingers, and they raised their heads to look at him. “And I expect you to make sure I do enjoy it. This is no different than giving me a blowjob. You’re serving me, obeying me.”
There was a hint of relief in Austin’s eyes at the clarification.
He moved closer and reached down to tweak one of Jay’s nipples, making no attempt to be gentle, though they were reddened and bruised. Jay whimpered and arched his back, offering himself up wholeheartedly. “You’re looking well used, Jay.”
“Yes, Sir.” Jay gave him an eager, hopeful look. “But I can take more.”
“Oh, you will,” Liam told him. “I like the idea of being fucked by subs with nicely red arses, so you’ll both be getting a spanking. Hmm, who first? Austin, I think. After all that driving, I’m sure your backside’s numb. Let’s see if I can help you out with that.”
Austin beamed at him, clearly delighted at the prospect of going over Liam’s knee. “Thank you, Sir.”
“I wonder if you’ll be saying that when I’ve finished?”
Austin’s smile didn’t dim. “I know I will, Sir. I love your spankings.”