What Happens in Vegas (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting ManLove)

by Taylor Brooks

  “You were expecting him?” Ryan asked. “I thought you had to go away on business.”

  “That’s what we wanted you to think,” Darren said.

  “Why? What’s going on?” Ryan asked them both.

  “Should I explain? Or would you like to?” Michael asked Darren.

  “Go ahead,” Darren said. “You’re the one in charge here. I’m just along for the ride.” He smirked.

  “In charge, huh? Just what are you two up to?” Ryan asked.

  “All right, I’ll tell you. But I was hoping to draw things out a little while longer.”

  “Poor baby,” Ryan said, amused. “So what is it?”

  Michael got up off the bed and reached his hand out to him. Ryan took it and joined him, standing before the both of them.

  “You know how we’ve been giving you one excuse after another this week?”

  “Yes,” Ryan said with annoyance. “One night it’s a headache, the next it’s an upset stomach. I tell you, I’ve been suffering.”

  Michael chuckled. “Yes I’m sure you have. You poor thing. But, since it’s your birthday, Darren and I wanted to do something special for you. So we thought—”

  “You thought you’d cut me off from sex for my birthday? Gee…thanks, guys.” Ryan rolled his eyes.

  “Okay, you big baby. If you keep pouting like that you’re not going to get your present,” Darren said.

  “And what’s my present?” Ryan asked.

  Michael came up behind him and turned Ryan to face Darren. Then he tugged at his shorts and slid them down to his ankles, gently helping Ryan to step out of them. Then he reached around and pulled at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and lifting it over his head.

  Once naked, Michael reached around and grabbed onto his cock, allowing the heaviness to lay in his palm, filling it with his hardness.

  “You’re so hard, baby. Why are you so hard?” Michael asked him.

  Darren’s eyes were focused on Michael. He seemed just as aroused by their little game as both he and Ryan were.

  “Baby, I do believe that Michael asked you a question.” Darren persisted.

  “I…I…” Ryan stumbled over his words.

  It was Ryan who they were supposed to be seducing, but damn if Michael didn’t feel like the roles were being reversed. Six months with these two men and still he got as hard as a forty-year-old virgin sitting naked on top of a mountaintop when the wind was blowing.

  “Ryan?” His heart was beating unbelievably fast.

  “Do you love me?” Ryan asked him.

  “You know that I do, baby. Do you trust me?”

  “Of course I do. Completely,” Ryan answered.

  “Do you want me and Darren to spend all night fucking you?”

  “Yes.” His answer came out on a soft whisper.

  Michael began undressing, throwing his clothes to the floor to join Ryan’s already lying there. Now they both stood there, naked and exposed in front of Darren, whose erection became even more evident than before as it poked at the fabric of his trousers.

  “Now, Darren. Come to him. Show him how bad you want him.”

  * * * *

  Darren came toward him, unbuttoning his shirt with every step that he took until he finished with the last button and threw it to the ground to join the pile that was quickly growing. Ryan arched his body as Michael dropped to his knees and began kissing his lower back. With his thumb and forefinger he grazed the seam of his ass, gently teasing it with the promise to go a little bit further with each and every swipe.

  When Darren was within reach, he dipped his head down and kissed along the column of Ryan’s neck. The few days of celibacy that had led up to this night had been a punishment for them all. He needed this just as much as he wanted to give it to Ryan.

  He was already rigid and ready for action, but the feel of Ryan’s hard cock poking at his belly was his undoing. Grabbing Ryan’s hands he brought them to his cock, moving his fingers up and down his shaft in a stroking motion.

  “Fuck. Don’t stop,” Darren whispered.

  He felt him tense for a moment and stopped what he was doing. He opened his eyes and saw Ryan was once again standing and staring at him.

  Ryan broke the silence. “Finish undressing for me. Show me what you’re about to give me.”

  He stepped a couple feet away from Ryan and kicked off his shoes. Their gazes were locked on one another despite Ryan whispering something over his shoulder to Michael.

  Whatever he was saying to him he must have liked it, because his arousal seemed to be rising. His hands seemed anxious, roaming his stomach and body as if they were desperate for contact of any kind. Darren couldn’t wait to touch him, kiss him, and lick his entire body from head to toe.

  Refocusing his thoughts, he unfastened his belt and followed suit with his pants, quickly dropping them to his ankles and kicking them aside to join the rest of the clothes lying off to the side. Instantly Darren took his cock in his hand and squeezed it, exposing a large drop of pre-cum on the tip. It took every amount of restraint he had to not show his dominant side and demand Ryan suck him off when he licked his lips at the sight.

  “Do you like his cock, baby? Look at how hard he is for you,” Darren told him.

  Michael peeked his head around. “Fucking gorgeous.”

  It tugged at his heart a little at how devoted Michael seemed to be to them both. The time they’d shared with one another had been nothing short of heaven.

  He knew this was the way they’d always be. Together, but still, it was in times like these that he felt so touched by Michael’s sincerity and loyalty to their arrangement. He never asked for more than he was given and never expected more than they gave.

  Darren watched as Ryan turned his around and kissed him, his hands wrapping around his and holding on tight before turning his attention back toward Darren.

  “Tonight is for you, for your pleasure. Happy birthday, baby,” Michael said.

  Even though his back was turned to Michael, giving him a view of his soft and curvaceous bottom, he could hear the desperation in his voice as though he were near tears.

  Still holding onto his hardness, Darren stroked it in his hand as he watched the tender moment between the other half of his relationship.

  When their embrace broke, Michael changed. His demeanor went from soft and caring to dominant and in control. “Get on the bed, baby. On your hands and knees.”

  Darren’s cock jolted when Ryan did as he was told. His submissive nature was showing through in his actions as he positioned himself and looked to Michael for further instruction. He was a beautiful man, not just on the outside, but his soul as well.

  Michael moved toward the bed, his movements slow and calculated. It were as if he was putting on a show just for him and Ryan. Darren forced himself to remember that this night was about Ryan, but he made a mental note just the same to set another night aside to devour Michael and all his magnificent sexiness.

  He knew his sexual urges always contradicted one another. One minute he could be craving Ryan’s cock and the next minute Michael’s cock. He was as indecisive as a woman on her first date. It was the same reason he never ate at buffets. With so many delicious choices how was a man to choose just one?

  The silence was almost peaceful as both men stood before him, holding their hardness in their hands, completely ready for his, but his eyes almost glued to Ryan.

  “Now kneel in front of him.” Michael directed him.

  On the bed he knelt before them. His mouth was a mere inch from Darren and he was aching for Ryan to lick the pre-cum sitting on his head but his eyes were still locked with Michael’s.

  “Look at what he has for you. Take him in your mouth,” Michael told him.

  Darren’s knees almost buckled beneath the awesome feeling of having Ryan’s mouth wrap around him. He couldn’t help but thrust into his throat when he felt the first punch of heat wrap around his cock.

  “How does that feel, baby
? Do you like having him fuck your mouth?” Michael asked.

  Darren had no idea what had gotten into Michael, but he’d suddenly become this alpha male in charge of them all. He wasn’t complaining either. The difference in him was a turn-on.

  Grabbing onto the back of Ryan’s head, Darren pushed him further down on his cock. Ryan must not have minded it, as he began to rock back and forth against him as he moaned.

  Michael got on the bed behind him, the head of his erection brushing up against his bottom. He reached down and began fingering Ryan’s ass with his lubricated hand. Sounds of wetness echoed in the room.

  “Lie down, Ryan.”

  He had no idea what Michael had planned next and he didn’t care. At this point he would’ve done anything to get more of Ryan as Michael called the shots.

  Once he was lying on his back Michael continued, “Get on top of him, babe. Hover over him.”

  As Darren started to climb on top of Ryan, Michael gently brushed his cheek. “It’s okay, baby. Darren and I are going to make you feel so good.”

  Darren waited patiently as Michael and Ryan repositioned themselves. The scent of sweat and pre-cum flooded his nostrils, feeding his hunger that much more. Unable to contain his need, he reached his hands up, squeezing onto the back of Ryan’s ass, kneading and massaging the plump globes in his hands.

  Ryan opened his mouth a second time. Taking Darren into his mouth was his undoing. His hips were thrusting into Ryan recklessly as he continued to take him on a wild ride.

  It had been days since he’d felt the pleasure of Ryan’s mouth, but it might as well have been days for the way he was addicted.

  He tore his thoughts from how incredible Ryan made him feel and concentrated on pleasing him as well. If he got too lost in what he was doing he wouldn’t be able to last.

  Darren’s back arched and he opened his eyes to see Michael also taking position against Ryan. Whatever Michael had planned was driving him crazy. Sometimes he liked to watch just as much as he liked to participate.

  * * * *

  Ryan watched with wide eyes as Darren’s cock filled his mouth. His own dick was leaking with excitement. He loved when either of them took charge and put him at their mercy. It was as if he were a pawn in their game of sexual chess. And there were no losers, only triumphant winners.

  Slap!

  Michael stole his thoughts from him by startling him with a playful but deathly serious spanking.

  “You like that don’t you, baby?”

  Slap!

  Slap!

  The sound shocked him. He’d never been struck that hard before, but damn if he didn’t like it. He could feel his skin burn with the sting of Michael’s hand, but he loved every minute of it. Pushing his ass out, he moaned his response.

  “That’s my naughty little baby.”

  Slap!

  This time Ryan screamed, his body moving of its own accord. He could only guess from the way that Michael held onto him that he was writhing beyond any control. His cock was dripping with juices as he continued to suck off Darren.

  “Come for me, Ryan. Now! Do it now!” Michael demanded while he switched his movements and began working the other cheek.

  Slap!

  Slap!

  A strange tug in his heart filled his soul when he felt Darren fall out of his mouth, and his orgasm began clawing at him from the inside out.

  Slap!

  Slap!

  Slap!

  “Now!” Michael demanded again.

  His body arched unbelievably as he screamed in orgasm. He’d never experienced such an abrupt and complete annihilation of his senses. In that moment Michael owned him. Not just his body, but his entire being.

  Whatever Michael was doing felt so good that as he began coming down from his orgasm he felt a second wave begin to take hold.

  “Oh my God!” Ryan shouted.

  “Slap him again!” Darren shouted with a pleased grin on his face.

  Slap!

  Slap!

  Slap!

  “Yes!” Ryan bellowed.

  Slap!

  Slap!

  It was an incredible moment of inner peace that came over him. He loved Michael. It wasn’t until that very moment that he even realized it.

  All the months of his patience and waiting for Ryan and Darren to return his love and finally it was here. He understood what Michael had felt from that very first night.

  After several minutes of Ryan screaming and writhing from his release, Michael relented and allowed him to fall freely onto the bed. He lay there motionless for a moment while he seemed to be basking in what he’d just experienced.

  He didn’t understand Michael’s abilities and power over him. The way he’d switched his desires from longing to desperate and willing to do anything with such a simple act, but he had awakened a part in Ryan that he didn’t even know existed.

  Darren lay beside him, his body sated and curling up alongside Ryan. It wasn’t until then that he noticed the distinct scent of cum on his breath. He licked his lips and washed away the remnants of Darren’s relief, realizing that he had somehow managed to get him off and swallow most of him without even noticing it.

  Gently, Darren brushed his fingers along the sides of his face as his body continued to hum in the afterglow of his climax.

  Michael stood on the other side of the bed now, looking down at Ryan and Darren with a smile on his face.

  “Did you get the restraints?” Michael asked Darren.

  Daren motioned, pointing below. “They’re under the bed, attached to the frame.”

  Ryan listened in disbelief. He could barely move from what Michael had just done, and now there were restraints as well? He’d never last at this rate. As it was he felt like he was ready to pass out and nap for a year.

  “Restraints?” he asked questioningly.

  Neither of them answered as they both reached below, pulling out the nylon ties with velvet straps on the ends. He was entranced by Darren when he reached his arms out, tugging on them. On any day he was a gorgeous man, but seeing him set up sexual props added a whole new level of excitement to him.

  Darren took Ryan’s hand and slid his wrist into the delicate straps, fastening them with the clasp. Michael was already busy spreading his legs apart, securing his feet to the lower restraints.

  Clearly the two men in his life and spent quite a bit of time concocting their plans for the night. It was no wonder they both had acted like he had leprosy all week long.

  Michael was gently caressing his calf, applying long sensuous kisses down his leg while he worked his final ankle into the one free limb he had remaining.

  Darren’s breath was heavy. Ryan could sense he was already getting excited so soon after his release. Not that he blamed him. Ryan himself was sensing a disturbance in the force as he waited for them both to set up their latest game of show and tell.

  “I love you, Ryan,” Michael whispered.

  He winked his response while Michael motioned for Darren to double-check the buckles holding him in place.

  Darren, his gorgeous and amazing man Darren. He had been the love of his life until Michael came in and showed them that they could have so much more. He could have dictated a thousand different scenarios of how he might have expected his life to turn out, but living with two men, sleeping with two men, and feeling like nothing had ever been more right before then, had never once crossed his mind.

  His thoughts were interrupted when he saw Michael pull a long feather out of a bag. Its white and black colors looked like it belonged on some small city bird, but instead it was huge, spanning as long as two feet as he trailed the feathers along Ryan’s motionless body.

  The tickle teased and taunted him as he waited for what else the two of his men had in mind. Michael continued with the feather, trailing it along his thigh, working it down to his feet and then back up again until he circled the area around Ryan’s cock. He almost touched it several times, but never quite got close enoug
h to scratch that itch that was quickly growing inside of him.

  “Stop teasing me,” Ryan said, just as something caught the corner of his eye.

  He looked over to see Darren standing there stroking himself. His expression looked to be in utter amazement as he watched Michael continue to taunt him with the light and ticklish torture device.

  Darren nodded to Michael who climbed on the bed, straddling Ryan’s torso while being careful to not crush him under his unusual position.

  Leaning over, Michael cupped Ryan’s cheeks in the palms of his hands and whispered softly, “Trust us.”

  Without waiting for a response, Michael grabbed his cock into his hand and positioned it at Ryan’s mouth. He then gently parted Ryan’s lips with the head of his cock then opened his mouth willingly for him, accepting all of him.

  “Oh yeah. That’s it, baby. Suck him off.” Darren encouraged him.

  Michael reached over and handed the feather to Darren, who quickly took it. He worked the soft feathers up along his body, beginning at the small of his neck and painfully slow he worked it down his side until he circled around his cock. Just like Michael, he got close to his erection, but was careful not to touch it at all.

  Without the use of his hands, Ryan was only connected to Michael by his mouth as he continued to suck on his length. Michael was the one moving, calling the shots, and controlling the pace as Ryan tried to lift his constrained body off of the bed in order to make contact with the feather that he needed to tickle his balls.

  “Now, Michael.”

  Ryan’s eyes opened wide and looked up at him them both in surprise. Quickly they closed again when he felt the feather start to run up along his cock, gently and methodically coaxing it into an entirely different kind of submission.

  Damn but these men were geniuses. He had no idea how long they’d planned this, but it was obvious that they had done their research and gotten creative with new and inventive ways to make him crazy.

  “Look at me, baby,” Michael said.

  Ryan opened his eyes and looked up at him. His gaze was clouded in pleasure. He was in heaven in that moment, but he knew if he asked them to stop even for a minute that he’d regret it for a very long time.