by Robin Gideon
“Soon,” Michael said quietly. “I can’t take much more of this.”
“I’m not far behind you, brother,” Adam said a moment later. They weren’t really brothers, but when they were experiencing times of extreme emotion, they referred to each other in the manner of a lifelong comrade.
His thighs were quivering, which let Jared know that he was close to climaxing. Though his tone was calm, his body was telling quite a different story. Jared couldn’t wait for him to come.
“No,” Michael said, the single word coming out sounding strained, as though every muscle and nerve in his body was as tense as a piano wire. “You first, my darling,” he said to Jared. “Let us satisfy you first, then you can finish with us.”
On his knees, Jared looked up into Michael’s tawny eyes and asked softly, “Are you sure? You’re so close.”
“Let us satisfy you first. Then, when we come home after our trip, we can ravage the hell out of you and we won’t feel guilty.” He grinned. “We can balance Karma.”
Jared began getting to his feet, and as he did, he unbuckled his belt.
“You promise you’ll ravage me?” Jared asked as he opened his own Dockers and pulled down his zipper. “The very minute you get back to the office? You’ll be like barbarians and take me every which way you can imagine?”
“We’ll have you on your knees and keep you there until your jaws ache,” Michael said, his tone a low, lusty growl. “And when we’re done with your mouth, it’s your ass that we’ll take.” He chuckled softly, the sound coming from deep in his throat. “You won’t be able to sit comfortably for a week.”
Jared tried to respond, but found that he was no longer capable of coherent speech when Adam and Michael got on their knees in front of him. He watched as the two men curled their fingers into the waistband of his boxer-briefs, then tugged them down sufficiently to free his erection.
“You first,” Adam said quietly to Jared, his lips nuzzling the side of his shaft as he spoke. “Then us. And every minute that we’re away, I want you thinking about what we’re going to do to you the instant we return.”
Jared simultaneously watched and felt as Michael’s lips pushed over the head of his cock, and then put his tongue in motion against the underside of the crown.
Oh, God…that’s so good.
Adam turned his face up, and Jared knew at that moment that he’d never seen a more handsome man in his life. The thought itself was slightly discordant, considering the fact that the head of his cock was at that moment pressed against the back of the mouth of another handsome man.
I’m too fortunate for words, Jared thought.
He watched as Michael bobbed back and forth, taking his cock in and out of his mouth, then leaned back and turned his cock over to Adam.
For several seconds, Jared closed his eyes. He had to. There was no other way that he could control his emotions. To first have one lovely man giving him a blow job, and then another, was more stimulation than any sane young man could withstand.
At least not for long.
“Yes,” he said softly as he felt Adam’s tongue working its magic on the head of his cock. “Just like that.”
There wasn’t a nerve in his body that wasn’t fine-tuned to receive pleasure.
Jared closed his eyes once again. He was their sub, after all, and they were his Doms, so having them together on their knees before him was an unusual experience, though one which he certainly enjoyed. How in hell could one not?
Perhaps it’s the novelty of the experience that makes it so pleasurable, he thought, then smiled softly. That might well be the answer. But it wasn’t as though Michael and Adam didn’t often entertain him with their mouths. That happened quite often, just not when he was standing and they were on their knees. There was something about their positions that made everything about the situation quite different. It was as though, for a moment, they had changed their D/s dynamic.
Jared felt the tingling in his balls, and he knew that he couldn’t possibly last another full minute without exploding. This new paradigm was playing hell with his orgasmic discipline.
For a couple seconds he tried to say something. It seemed as though he should probably let his lovers know that they were driving him crazy, and that soon he would climax. But the words simply wouldn’t form in his throat. He had been stripped of his discipline.
He whispered, “Oh…no.”
The volcanic rush of cum that raced from his balls and through the shaft of his cock caused Adam to sputter because of its volume. Jared bent forward at the waist. He grabbed onto the strong shoulders of the two men to keep himself standing reasonably upright. A second and third rich stream of semen raced through the length of his cock. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, but he could feel that his erupting cock was being passed from Adam to Michael, and then back again. They were sharing the passion he had for them.
When Jared felt the last of his climax being siphoned from him, he suddenly realized that he had stopped breathing some time earlier. He let out a long breath, then inhaled slowly and deeply. He stood up straight after some moments, then looked down. He watched as Adam and Michael kissed softly, but with great passion. Though he couldn’t see it, Jared suspected they were sharing his cum, passing it from mouth to mouth.
He couldn’t imagine a more passionate thing for him to see.
They kissed for a minute or more, and Jared assured himself that this was a special moment. In the time that the three of them had been making love, he’d never before watched them sharing his passion so intimately, and on their knees.
“I never knew we could take it to a level like that,” Jared said softly, his breath coming labored. “I thought I was going to turn inside-out.”
The smile on Adam’s lips as he rose to his feet was nothing less than pure Alpha Dom.
“Remember what we promised we’d do when we returned?”
Jared closed his blue eyes, then nodded his head. He hadn’t forgotten a single word of the promises of sexual excess. First they’d take his mouth, and after that it would be his ass until they were completely satisfied. And wasn’t there a promise that he wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably a week? Adam and Michael weren’t the type of men to give empty promises—or were they threats? Whether a promise or a threat, it sent a shiver through Jared.
Chapter 2
Evan Anderson showed up at his first day on the job at Five Star Global Enterprises thirty minutes before his workday was to start, though he didn’t walk through the front doors until he was just fifteen minutes early. He wanted to be early, but he didn’t want to be obsequious or appear too fawning to be taken seriously. He was nervous as hell. This was his first real job, his first Big Boy job, and he was determined to make a success of it.
“Oh,” said the receptionist at the front desk, “you’re the new intern.”
Evan noted that she didn’t have the slightest warmth in her tone. That couldn’t be a good sign, but then again, he didn’t have to please everyone. “You’ll be on the top floor…to begin with,” the woman said, her tone already dismissing Evan as someone she didn’t really have to be overly polite to. “After that you’ll have a cubicle somewhere.” She paused for a moment, then said, “I suppose.”
Evan had not yet started toward the bank of elevators before the woman had turned back to her computer and resumed doing whatever it was she had been occupying herself with before Evan had disturbed her.
Evan accepted that he detested the receptionist, and that there was nothing she could do that would change his mind. Not now. And not in the future. He struggled to keep the negative emotions from his consciousness. He had more fruitful emotions to embrace. Emotions that would help instead of harm his ambitions.
This whole big business thing might be more trouble than it’s worth, Evan thought bitterly, then castigated himself for the feelings. He wasn’t at all emotionally comfortable with taking an internship at a Fortune 100 company, but his father had insisted that it w
ould be very beneficial to him in the long run. And though Evan had his doubts about future implications and opportunities, he had accepted the internship…and gritted his teeth at suddenly being a part of corporate America, which he had always detested, though he could never give a concise explanation why.
He went to the bank of elevators and pressed the proper button. When the doors opened, he saw that the elevator was empty. Evan was thankful for that. He wanted a few seconds to compose himself before he met the men that he would soon be working for. His obligations and duties were still something of a mystery to him. But at least he had an internship. He tried hard to tell himself that that’s what was most important. Everything other than that was secondary.
When the elevator doors opened on the executive level, Evan found himself staring into an outer office that was austere. There were a few paintings on the walls, all of them subdued landscapes, and Evan doubted whether any of them were worth any significant amount of money, though that seemed terribly odd, considering the significant finances of the company. There was a single mahogany desk in front of him, and behind it was a young man with a welcoming smile. Even guessed his age at twenty-three or -four, putting him older by three or four years. He had rather longish dark blond hair that came down over the collar of his shirt, and a face that was almost gaunt. He was attractive without being either feminine or hyper-masculine. But nothing that Evan saw gave him any indication of the elaborate bourgeois decadence that he had suspected he would find in the office of a billionaire.
The handsome young man behind the desk rose immediately to his feet, and raised his hand in greeting. His smile was open, welcoming, and most pleasantly of all, honest. Honesty was the last thing Evan had anticipated. Quite the opposite, in fact.
“You’ve got to be Evan,” he said. “I’m Jared Thurman, and I’m absolutely delighted to meet you. I know you were hoping to meet the men that you’ll soon be working for, but I’m sorry to say that they’ve both been summoned away on business, and I’m not quite certain when they’ll be back.”
Evan shook hands with Jared, and when he did, he felt an almost electrical charge go from Jared’s body straight into his own. Their gazes met and held, and in those few seconds, each man realized that he was vibrantly, sexually attracted to the other.
Office romances are disasters waiting to happen, Evan told himself, even though Jared matched every conceivable aspect that Evan wanted in a partner, sexual or social. Don’t let your balls do your thinking! Use your brain, damn it!
But even though Evan knew that an office romance was a train wreck just waiting to happen, when he looked at Jared, he couldn’t help but wonder what sexual delights would come of their union. The young man’s body was long, lanky, and physically fit. What would it look like naked? Jared had an aura of stamina to him, though Evan realized that this perception could just be wishful thinking. Wishful thinking was a flight of fancy that he’d taken more times than he probably should have already in his life, he reminded himself.
Just the thought of seeing Jared naked sent a shiver of desire through Evan’s spine, and for a moment he had to close his eyes and turn his face away. The mental impression was so powerful it was nearly frightening.
“Is something wrong?” Jared asked, still holding on to Evan’s hand.
“No,” Evan replied quickly, fighting furiously to get control of his emotions. “I just had something in my eye, that’s all.”
“Well then, let me show you around so you’ll get the lay of the place, and then we’ll have a bite to eat later on before we get down to serious work.”
“Sounds perfect to me,” Evan replied, even though he was wondering, at that very moment, just how much he was willing to risk to have an affair with Jared. Office affairs were always fraught with danger, but Evan hadn’t had a lover in more months than he could remember—and there was nothing about Jared that didn’t turn him on.
* * * *
If this son of a bitch doesn’t get to the point in the next fifteen seconds, I’m going to kick him right in the balls. That’ll focused his attention on what really matters, Adam Carver thought as he leaned his powerful body back in his overstuffed chair in one of Moscow’s finest private libraries. There’s no way that I can trust this guy enough to do business with him.
When the latter thought went through his brain, Adam realized that the Moscow trip had been an enormous waste of time and money, and that he wouldn’t ever do business with the Moscow-based businessman who had seemed—at first glance—to be such a potential business partner for Adam’s goals for business expansion. Though his company was already an international powerhouse, Adam had plans for making it a global enterprise which would take every other company by storm.
His goals weren’t just global…he intended to rule the galaxy.
* * * *
He’s hot as hell, but I’ve got discipline, Jared thought as he leaned back in his office chair, and glanced at the clock on his desk. They’re going to land in two hours and forty-five minutes, and forty-five minutes after that they’re going to have me on my knees.
The thought of it was enough to make a shiver go up Jared’s spine.
He began thinking about just how he would entertain his lovers when they arrived. He knew what they were expecting from him. Fellatio to completion—at least for starters. There was really no telling what they would want from him—on a sexual basis—after that first climax had been achieved. After that, they were always more…creative, and that’s where Jared’s certainty of the future situation began to seriously wobble on its axis.
Jared smiled, and felt a shiver of fear and delight go through him. Sometimes he felt as much pleasure in anticipating what he was going to do with Adam and Michael, as he actually did consummating those luscious thoughts.
Jared thought then about Evan, and once again a smile slithered across his lips. He had given Evan an assignment which required photocopying nearly ancient paper contracts and then re-filing the originals, which was a task guaranteed to take days.
Jared felt only a little guilty for assigning the task to Evan. It would be hideously dull and monotonous, but it would keep him busy for a long, long time…and that was Jared’s uppermost concern.
Suddenly, the office door opened, and Adam and Michael stepped into the room. Even though Jared had anticipated their arrival, it was several hours earlier than he had expected. Though he was thrilled to see them, their early arrival had shocked him to the core of his soul.
“Already?” he said, as though the single word questioned everything. “I wasn’t…” He didn’t speak for several seconds. “Expecting you for hours.”
“We got an earlier flight than was scheduled,” Adam said, his smile lascivious. “Just couldn’t wait to get back to you. You’ve got to understand.”
Michael said, “You are an enticement that’s impossible to ignore.”
“That kind of talk scares me to death,” Jared said softly.
He felt strong hands holding him. The feel of their strength both frightened and stimulated him. He tried hard to pretend that he didn’t want to be put to his knees, but the truth was, Jared sank quite willingly to his knees because he knew what would be expected of his shortly after that.
“I’ve thought of you every minute you’ve been gone,” Jared said. The tightness in his tone was testimony to the raw emotions currently racing through his veins.
“Good!” Adam said. “But don’t think that that’s going to make us easier on you.”
Great! Jared thought, though he showed the good sense to not speak the word. He knew that he was in for a rough, bumpy ride for the next few hours, and he wasn’t at all certain he wanted to make those hours any more turbulent than they otherwise would be. Still, as he settled more comfortably onto his knees in the executive office, he couldn’t help but think, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
As was to be expected, Adam was first to grab Jared by the hair, then force his cock deep into his mouth. Ja
red purred his approval, then started to put his hands behind his back, but he stopped himself before they got all the way there.
Let Adam or Michael make that decision, Jared thought, then drew a firm suction on the cock that was filling his mouth. They’re the Doms. That’s their decision to make.
There was a certain freedom in giving up control to Doms that could be trusted, and this was a pleasure that Jared gloried in.
As Jared had expected—and how could he not after they had been gone for so many days?—his Doms were anything but gentle with him. There were times when he wasn’t giving a blow job so much as he was getting his face fucked. But always—always!—the focus of attention was on him.
That was more than fine with Jared. In fact, the sheer physicality of what they were doing to him gave him a raging erection, even though no one was providing the slightest physical stimulation. Everything that was making Jared’s cock hard as stone was psychological, emotional. These were men who could inspire that kind of reaction.
On his knees, Jared looked up into Adam’s rich brown eyes, and said, “I’m yours. Take me however you want me.”
* * * *
He is everything I could want, Adam thought as he rubbed the head of his cock against Jared’s cheek, and watched a single drop of almost clear pre-cum slip from the head of his cock to the side of the young man’s beautiful face. He organizes our travel arrangements, then makes our return so fucking hot I feel like a teenager. I’m the luckiest man on the planet.
He repositioned himself so that the crest of his cock was directly between Jared’s lips, then eased forward. He didn’t thrust brutishly. Not this time. Instead, he wanted a long, slow invasion—one where he could feel every subtle move of Jared’s tongue as Adam filled his mouth to overflowing with cock. Sometimes, slower was better, and this was one of those moments.