He cast me a salacious grin as I looked over my shoulder at him. Taking his erection in hand, he spread my cheeks with it and rammed his full eight inches hard against my prostrate.
My anal walls stretched and shivered around his girth. He fucked me slow and gentle, until I tore my mouth from his lover’s cock once more to demand he fuck me fast and furious. His lover thrust ardently into my mouth, in time with the carnal ass ramming I took.
My one lover reached around in front of me, gripping my cock tight as he screwed my brains out. He milked my stiff penis until I came hard, splattering cum all over the couch. As I did so, I let out a lengthy moan around the cock in my mouth. The lover who face fucked me jammed his erection to the back of my throat, and sweet, sticky semen gushed down my gullet.
Soon after, Terry came deep inside my ass. Then we collapsed on the couch, sweat dampened from our passionate love making session. I felt complete, comfortable, and thoroughly satiated as I rested in strong, sculpted arms.
Terry sat up suddenly. “Damn, what time is it?”
Slowly, Ethan opened an eye to look at him. “Not sure.” Then he glanced at his watch, which sat on top of a low, round coffee table. “Shit, we’ve been drifting for three hours.”
“Oh wow.” Terry ran a hand through his hair and stood. “I better get us back on course if we want to meet with that real estate agent about the bar on the island.”
I watched his ass wiggle away, but not before I cast them both an apologetic look. “Geez, I’m sorry if I distracted you guys.”
Ethan cupped my chin and kissed me before saying, “The distraction was well worth it.”
***
While Terry steered us toward the island, Ethan and I showered and changed below. Then we cleaned up the couch while chatting.
Now we sat enjoying a brandy on the deck, watching the late afternoon sun.
“Was it hard for you, Ethan?” He gave me a curious frown, so I added, “Coming out, I mean? What was it like for you? How did your parents react?”
He gave me a sad smile, sighed, and leaned back in his chair as he gazed at the orange glow in the sky above. “I grew up with stories of the Great Migration. My grandparents were very young when they moved from rural Georgia to Chicago. They thought it would be so different.” He shook his head, turned his gaze to me, and the sadness there clutched at my heart. “But the people there? Well, some of them weren’t so different from the folks they’d just left behind. Gramps and Grandma ended up sharing a little, two-room apartment with an Irish couple and their three kids. It was tight for a long time.”
I smiled at him. “That’s an amazing story.” It seemed such a lame statement as I listened to his heartfelt words.
He shrugged, looked away. “Growing up with that, listening to how my family struggled, I figured things would be different when I came out. Figured, after all the prejudice they’d endured, they would accept me without question.” When his focus returned to me, I swore his eyes shone with unshed tears. “My mom? Well, she was great. She told me I’d always be her son. Didn’t matter what I did, or who I loved. She’d always love me. My dad? Not so much.” He sighed a heavy sigh. “He disowned me. His refusal to accept me ended my parents’ marriage. Mom said if he couldn’t love me as I was, she couldn’t love him anymore. I beat myself up for a long time over that. Dad still doesn’t talk to me.”
I noted that, by the end of his story, his voice had gone low and throaty with emotion. I reached out, squeezed his thigh. “I’m so sorry I brought up painful memories for you. I’m such an idiot.”
He grinned, shook his head, and stroked my cheek. “No, you’re not. No worries, Tom. That was all a long time ago.” Then he sat back in his chair and stared at the sun again. “See, there are no guarantees when you come out. It’s scary, exposing yourself completely bare like that. I know what you’re going through. But it’s worth it in the end to be who you truly are. Living a lie isn’t good for you or anyone in your life. No matter who you lose, it’s better than denying who you are.”
I nodded when he looked at me, thanked him, then impulsively stood and kissed his temple. Together, we watched the sun slip toward the top of the mountains.
***
It was nightfall by the time we sighted the island, and we’d wandered off course, so we were coming up on the opposite side of it. Terry explained he didn’t know this side so well, and with full dark upon us he’d have to be careful docking the boat.
“I don’t even know if there is a dock on this side,” he grumbled as he walked away.
“Is he mad at me?” I bit my lip.
Ethan laughed and rubbed my back. “No, he’s mad at himself. He never gets lost, or so he’d have us believe.” Then he cast me a wink as we went below to prepare a few quick sandwiches until we had dinner.
As I handed him the mayo, the boat careened to the left, and we went with it. Drawers opened and pots smashed to the floor. There was a sound of metal shrieking as it tore.
“Oh no,” Ethan said. “That can’t be good.”
A blustering Terry came down to join us. “Well, I’ve fucked up royally now. There’s a small coral reef on this side. I just ripped a hole in us. Couldn’t assess the damage very well, but we’re definitely beached.”
“Shit.” Ethan scooped up a pan from the floor. “Did you radio the Coast Guard?”
He nodded. “I was lucky there, at least. But since we’re not in immediate danger, they say they can’t make it until tomorrow to tow the yacht to the mainland.”
Ethan rubbed the sides of his mouth, obviously deep in thought. “Well, the island does have limited cell service. We’ll call the real estate agent and let him know we’re here, but lost. I’m sure he can send someone to pick us up and drive us to our rental. We’ll find out from him where we can rent a boat to get back, too.”
Together we trudged out into the fragrant, tropical night, while Ethan tried to get a signal and call for help.
***
We got ahold of the agent, and the guys rescheduled a tour of the bar for tomorrow night. Plus, he sent a ride to take us over to the rental. Now we strolled over sand, hauling our bags up to a butter cream colored cottage with white trim and glowing motion sensor lights. Palm fronds swung in a humid breeze.
“Is that all you brought?” Terry nodded toward my thin backpack. “Geez, sorry, Tom, but looks like you’re stranded with us for the weekend.”
“He’s about the same size as me,” Ethan said as he unlocked the front door. “No problem. You can borrow some of my clothes while you’re staying with us.” Then he turned to me and gave a concerned frown. “What about your wife, though? You need to give her a call so she doesn’t worry? I think the bar has a phone that can access the mainland, so you could give her a shout tomorrow—”
Smiling, I held up a hand. “Ah, no need, really. She probably won’t even phone to check in while she’s gone this weekend. She rarely does. Like I say, guys.” I shrugged. “Marriage of convenience.” But I decided I might give her that call anyway, just to talk to the kids and see how they were doing. After all, once I dropped the news Monday, which was when I planned to tell them, it might be a fight before I’d see, or talk, to my children again.
The cottage was tastefully decorated. It had a homey, relaxed appeal that made me feel welcome. Once we’d set our bags in our rooms, we all met in the living room for a few drinks to unwind after the chaotic evening.
After Ethan placed a brandy in my hand, I apologized again. “I’m sorry if I made you crash the boat—”
“Ahh, not your fault, Tom.” Terry waved me off as he sat on the couch. “We were all willing participants. I just lost track of time.” His sensuous lips spread in a lecherous smile. He patted the cushions next to him.
I joined him, and Ethan followed soon after, sitting on the floor between us. Terry reached down and stroked the side of his lover’s head while we sipped our drinks.
“So you’re okay with spending the weekend with u
s?” Terry asked, his eyes glimmering with a spark of lust that flamed the desire growing in my lower belly.
“Oh, of course.” I cleared my throat to rid my voice of its nervous squeak. “Truth? I’m actually looking forward to it. Just too bad it had to happen under these circumstances. I suppose it’ll cost a lot to fix the boat.”
Ethan looked up. “Ah, we’ve got it covered. Put it out of your mind.” He rested one side of his head on my knee. “Let’s think of more pleasurable things now.”
My heart sped up again as he turned and knelt between my legs. “My turn to taste your cock.” As he freed me from my shorts, Terry left the couch and crawled seductively behind his lover. He ripped Ethan’s shorts away, then took off his own.
“Watch me fuck him while he sucks your cock,” Terry said, giving me a scorching stare filled with lust. “You’ll enjoy that, won’t you?”
“Oh, yes,” I whispered, as Ethan’s long fingers closed around my growing erection, pumping until I was so hard it hurt.
He teased my glans thoroughly, denying my cock his sexy mouth for some time. I watched through half closed lids as he flicked his pink tongue over the spurting hole, then he licked beneath the ridge as if he were savoring an ice cream cone. Next, his head dipped lower, and he took a bit of the thin, sensitive skin covering my scrotum between his teeth. I grunted as bliss once more sailed through my every cell. After he tugged lightly, he poked his tongue deep into my asshole.
From behind him, his lover growled out his voyeuristic enjoyment, then he parted his partner’s cheeks and shoved his purple, thick cock far into his ass. My own bliss climbed higher as I watched him thrust like a wild beast.
In time with the lover fucking his ass, Ethan gobbled my penis with exuberance. Every now and again, he’d pull his mouth away from the shaft long enough to lick and suck my balls, then poke his tongue in my asshole, or suck hard on the pink, puckered flesh. I once more grew lost in a fog of ecstasy. My anus, cock, and balls throbbed with such intensity they felt electric.
As the sex grew more primal, he shoved three fingers far up my anus and finger fucked me with abandon. I growled and groaned out my enjoyment while watching his partner brace himself with one hand on Ethan’s ass, then he really put his back into the ramming. In answer to this, Ethan sucked my cock harder, faster, still, keeping a hand around the base so he could milk my shaft while he used that skilled mouth.
It wasn’t long before we all orgasmed again. Terry came all over Ethan’s firm, muscular butt then invited me to lick it clean, which I did. We collapsed together once more, catching our breath as we stroked sweaty torsos and skin made sticky with our cum.
Later, as I lay between them in their king-sized bed, Ethan turned to me. “You know, Terry and I had a third lover before, but we lost Jamal on one of his tours of Afghanistan. He was a partner in the firm, he was our partner in life. We often wondered if we’d ever find another like him, then you walked into our office…” He stroked a finger down my chin.
Terry cuddled closer on my right side. “Think you’d be interested in more weekends like this, Tom?”
I cast a look between the two gorgeous men. “I’m so sorry you lost someone you loved.” Then I planted kisses on them both before I continued. “And, yes, I’d love more weekends like this. I think I could get used to these little vacations.”
***
Surrender To His Demands
Surrender Series Volume 6
A Surrender Novella
By C.J. Sneere & Leigh Foxlee
Man love BDSM romance with a mysterious magician dom.
Includes:
Surrender To His Demands
Bonus Story: Christmas Wolf (Waking Up Werewolf Series) by C.J. Sneere
Surrender To His Demands
I stare at the letter, reading it again. Rage simmers through my veins, making me want to punch a wall. It’s from Gemini Holdings Inc., and the notice informs me I have one month to pay all past due rent. A word of advice: never date your landlord. When it ends ugly, that bitch will put you through hell, literally.
When I first met Isaac Gemini, instant attraction sparked between myself and this rental properties mogul. He came into my shop not long after I opened, looking for a tattoo of an ouroboros with an infinity symbol at its center. We became lovers that night. Eight months later, it ended acrimoniously. I got tired of being treated like his brainless boy toy, and he didn’t like anyone having the balls to tell him “No.”
Two months after it ended, he started fucking with my business.
“That sonofabitch.” I crumple up the letter and hurl it at the trash just as Laura, my best friend and fellow tattooist, walks in the back room after finishing up with a client.
“Let me guess.” She grabs the ball of paper and tosses it between her hands. “Another love note from Isaac?”
I sneer. “Wouldn’t you know it? That bastard is determined to put me out of business. And all ’cause I bruised his poor little ego.”
“He’s an asshole, Chad.” She comes over and puts an arm around my shoulder. “Maybe it’s time we ditch this place? Look for another shop to rent?”
“No way.” I shake my head emphatically. “I’m not letting him bully me out of here. This is a prime location. That’s why I rented it.”
“Yeah, it’s a prime location.” She sighs. “When it’s open. You know he’ll keep playing these games until he forces you out, right?”
I stew over what she’s just said. Fact is, she’s probably right. Isaac has the power and influence to do just that. He’s been screwing with my business—Inked & Loaded—ever since we broke up. Sudden renovations needed to the building without informing me and Laura, hiking the rent up to exorbitant amounts. I went to rent control and they all but laughed in my face. Isaac has a lot of powerful people in this city tucked in his pocket. His impromptu renovations kept us closed for three months.
Laura thankfully has a second job to help her out, one she doesn’t talk about much, and I don’t pry. That’s the code of our friendship, and it has been since high school. All I know is she works in some exclusive club in the city that gains special favors from powerful people and caters to an elite clientele.
Me? I’m not so lucky. I’ve been doing tats out of my small apartment to keep the income flowing, and I even started doing tats in other people’s homes, but Isaac found out and called the health board on me to launch an official investigation. They found I was operating under strict health and safety regulations, but it still hampered my work. To say the guy is vindictive is an understatement.
Laura puts her hand over mine. “Let me pay the rent this time. I’ve got some spare cash tucked away—”
“No,” I growl, shaking my head furiously. I’ve already put her through enough thanks to my bitter feud with my ex.
“Bullshit, Chad,” she snaps. “I am paying, and I won’t take no for an answer. My other job pays pretty well. And you’ve always been there for me.”
I thank her, though I shrug off the offer again. So I’m proud and stubborn. Sue me. “I’ll think about it.”
She ruffles my dark brown short hair, like she used to when we were kids and she was once taller than me. “Think about this, too.” She slides a ticket in front of me. “You need a break.”
With dark brown eyes narrowed, I read the ticket. “Niko: Extraordinary Reality.” I bite my bottom lip. “Yeah, I’ve heard of this guy. A magician, right?”
She nods. “I’ve seen him a million times. His stuff’s a bit old school, but the shows are great fun.”
Then I remember more about the performer in question from our city’s local history. Nikolai Nichvalodov is a member of one of the richest families in our small metropolis. The Nichvaldov’s immigrated from Russia in the early 1900s, and the original patriarch of the family was an entrepreneur who invested in experimental start-up companies. Through this, he, and subsequent generations, have made billions.
“What the hell?” I force a smile at Laura
and put away my anger for now. “I’ll come watch this dude pull a rabbit out of his hat.”
She rolls her eyes at me and laughs. “He’s not THAT old school.” Before she heads out front, she turns back to me. “I meant what I said about the rent. How many times did you let me have my chair for free when I was down on my luck?”
Laura rents a chair from me, but really she should be made full partner in my tat shop. I consider this as I look away, humbled by her words. “Thank you, Laura. I’m not comfortable with taking the money from you, but I’ll make it up to you. You should really be a full partner in this place.”
She smiles. “We’ll talk more about that later. Now get upstairs and get ready for the magic show.”
***
I live in the small apartment above my tattoo shop. Isaac, my ex, has even tried to bully me out of here, but I’m not leaving without a fight.
I take a quick shower then clean the steam from the mirror, grimacing at my reflection after I do so. It seems I look so much older than my twenty-five years. Circles shadow my dark brown eyes. I run some gel through my short hair and work it into some messy spikes. After rubbing the stubble along my jaw, I decide I can go one more day before shaving. I’m not exactly a bear, but my facial hair does grow fast. But Laura tells me this gives me a sexy five o’ clock shadow I should work with, so I take her advice.
In my bedroom, I pull on a pair of stone wash jeans and grab a blue and white striped dress shirt from the closet. I’m back downstairs in less than thirty minutes to help Laura close up before we head out. I’ve always been a quick to get ready and go kind of guy. Maybe it’s because me and my mom, a lead singer in a rock band, lived out of a suitcase for most of my childhood. It taught me to be ready to pack up and go fast.
Laura wolf whistles at me after she locks the front door while I douse the OPEN sign and interior lights. “Wow, you’ll knock the boys dead tonight, Chad. I better go home and fix myself up or I’ll never be able to compete.”
I grin at my tall, redhead friend. Despite her joke, she’s gorgeous. Laura reminds me of a young Rita Hayworth, only with more tattoos and short, brilliant red hair done in a pixie cut.
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