by Lily Harlem
“He’s my sub but I’m happy to share, tonight only.”
“That’s all I want, one night.”
“And I get to say when he shoots his load, that’s my prerogative as his Master.”
“If you insist.”
“And if I’m not happy with anything you do to him, you stop, instantly.”
“He’ll love everything I’m going to do to him.”
Steve thought he might come, right there and then in his boxers. He’d gone from semi to full-blown erection in a nanosecond. The sight of Robert and Carrick squaring off and then discussing him as though he was just a plaything, a vessel for pleasure, was seriously erotic.
“I think you might enjoy the things I want to do to you, too, Robert,” Carrick said quietly, releasing Steve’s hoodie. He stepped up close to Robert.
Robert’s face softened, his eyelids drooped. He still held Carrick’s wrist. “I’d be interested in discussing that.” His voice was low and sexy.
“You ever subbed?” Carrick asked.
“Nah, and not about to, but I don’t mind bottoming.”
“Good to know.” Carrick reached out and cupped Robert’s face. He drew their lips together in a slow but hungry kiss.
Steve watched, mesmerised by the sight of their tongues, glistening and pink, stroking in and out of each other’s mouths. He pressed his hand over his cock and willed himself to stay calm. But it was damn hard when he was watching the two Doms he lusted after connecting like that.
He hoped to hell they’d fuck later. He’d sell his soul to witness that.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Carrick said, leaning back and licking his lips.
Robert grinned.
“But we need him hot too.” He jerked his head at Steve. “We need to get him naked and in the shower to raise his core temperature.”
“Yep,” Robert said, releasing Carrick. He tugged off Steve’s hoodie and dropped it to the floor. He then peeled off his T-shirt and added that to the pile.
Steve stood still as Carrick undid his jeans and slid them down his legs. Robert stooped and pulled them off his feet, removing his soft shoes at the same time.
“Cute,” Carrick said, staring at Steve’s tight pale blue boxers that were tented by his eager cock.
“Yeah, you said it,” Robert said, pulling the waistband out far enough to ease it over the end of Steve’s dick. It was as if he were presenting Steve’s long, slim cock to Carrick to feast his gaze upon.
Steve stared down at Carrick as Carrick stared at his groin.
Carrick’s cheeks were flushed and his lips damp where he’d just licked them. He appeared transfixed by what was in front of him.
Robert removed Steve’s boxers completely then gripped his cock.
“Oh fuck,” Steve murmured. A shiver went up his spine, rattled his teeth again and sent every hair on his body standing to attention. Damn, he hardly felt in control of his actions. He needed to get warm before anything could happen.
“Shit, even his dick is cold. It’s a wonder he’s hard,” Robert said, standing. “Come on, let’s do this.” He led Steve by his cock to the shower.
Carrick rushed forward to switch the faucet on.
The sound of water blasting around the cubicle filled Steve’s ears and he stood for a moment, watching the drips pound onto the glass and the tiles as Robert undressed.
“In you come,” Robert said, naked now and once again taking Steve by the cock and drawing him under the stream of hot water. He pulled him close, Steve’s back against his chest.
“Ah, yeah,” Steve said, raising his face to the heat and leaning his shoulders into Robert. “That’s it.”
“Yeah, let’s get blood flowing properly again, shall we?” Robert stroked Steve’s erection, long, slow, firm movements that wrenched at something deep in his belly.
Delicious.
“Are you joining us, Carrick?” Robert asked over Steve’s shoulder.
“You bet.”
Steve opened his eyes and watched, through the glass, as Carrick let his robe fall to the floor in a crumple of white towelling.
He was coated with body hair, densest around the centre of his chest and groin, and his muscles were thick and defined and curved around his shoulders, chest and thighs. And his dick, it stood up at a right angle to his body, long and proud, the flesh a bruised shade of mauve.
Steve’s cock grew further in Robert’s hand.
Robert chuckled. “Ah, you like what you see, little one?”
“Yes,” Steve managed.
Carrick stepped into the shower. Instantly the water plastered his body hair to his skin and his flesh shone golden.
He smiled at Steve; there was desire in his eyes. “Are you getting warm?”
Steve nodded.
Carrick set his attention on Robert. “Can I suck on your sub?”
Chapter Five
“Go ahead,” Robert said.
Steve groaned, his belly tightening as Carrick sank to his knees before him.
Robert was still slowly massaging his cock.
The hot water was making his feet and hands tingle; it was as if all the blood was rushing to the surface of his skin. His cheeks burnt and his previously numb toes stung.
He stared down at Carrick.
Carrick stuck out his tongue and poked it into Steve’s slit.
“Oh, God,” Steve groaned. The amount of times he’d watched Carrick on stage, his mouth close to his microphone, and imagined that mic was his cock and Carrick was just about to lick it, and here he was, probing and stretching his slit.
“Yeah, he likes that,” Robert said, reaching with his free hand and squeezing Steve’s left nipple, hard.
Steve moaned, a new surge of lust racing to his cock.
“Let me take him,” Carrick said, placing his hand over Robert’s.
“Don’t make him come, though,” Robert said hoarsely, removing his hand from Steve’s dick. He pressed his cock harder into the small of Steve’s back.
“I won’t, but I will take him to the brink.”
“Oh, please…” Steve said. “Let me…” The need to come was building so fast. Here he was in the shower with Robert and Carrick, being handled and licked, squeezed and pleasured. He needed to come.
“Shh…” Carrick said, then opened his mouth and took Steve deep to the back of his throat.
“Is that good?” Robert asked, biting his neck.
“Fuck, yeah,” Steve managed, canting his hips forward.
“You getting warmer?”
“Yeah…” he gasped.
“Let’s see.” Robert slid his hand from Steve’s side to his buttocks. He swiped down his crack to his arsehole.
“I don’t know if…” Steve said. Fuck, he was only just controlling himself. Carrick was as good at giving blowjobs as he was at trapping an audience under his spell. He was suckling and swirling his tongue around his shaft and taking him oh, so wonderfully deep. Steve could feel the ridges of his palate on his glans and the blistering heat of his throat.
“Sure you can,” Robert said, exerting steady pressure over Steve’s pucker. The water eased his way and he slid in to the first knuckle.
Steve sagged at little—it had been so long.
Robert drew him closer with his free hand, holding his ribs secure as his chest heaved with the effort of breathing around the falling water.
Carrick rammed his hands onto Steve’s hips and held him tight, just where he wanted.
“Oh, that’s it, just there,” Steve moaned, tipping his head into the groove between Robert’s shoulder and neck. “Just there.”
“I know. I remember,” Robert said, stroking over his prostate.
Carrick pulled back and caught his cock in his hand. “Pre-cum, we’ve got him on the edge,” he said.
Steve gripped Robert’s forearms, digging his nails in, and shut his eyes.
“You got lube?” Robert asked.
“Yeah, hang on.” Carrick disappeared but was bac
k in a moment with a tube of KY. “Here.”
Robert slipped his finger from Steve’s arse. “Thanks, put some on here, will you.”
Carrick obliged.
“Now you suck him, but gently, and I’ll fuck him. Best way I can think of to ward off hypothermia.”
Steve didn’t feel hypothermic anymore. He was rapidly reaching boiling point. His cock was straining for more of Carrick’s attention and his back passage empty now that Robert had withdrawn.
“Relax,” Robert said. “Take more.”
“Yes,” Steve said, widening his stance. “Give me it, both of you.”
“Are you bossing your Master about?” Carrick said, grinning sexily.
“No, yes, oh, fuck…”
Carrick chuckled then leant forward and kissed him, his soft, pliant lips playing with Steve’s mouth.
Steve struggled to concentrate on the kiss he’d dreamed of many times, because Robert had tunnelled two fingers into his hole, stretching tender muscles and widening his sphincter with small V-shaped movements.
“He feel good in there?” Carrick asked, brushing Steve’s hair back from his brow.
“Yeah, yeah, but I want cock,” Steve said on a groan.
“I forgot what a demanding little sub you are,” Robert said against his temple.
“Here, how about you play with my dick for a minute while your Dom gets you ready for fucking,” Carrick said, offering his cock.
“Yeah, do it,” Robert said gruffly and adding yet another finger to Steve’s hole.
“Oh, oh…” Steve managed.
Carrick grabbed Steve’s hand and wrapped it around his cock. “Wank me off,” he said. “It’s what I’ve been thinking of when I see you from up on that stage. I think: What would that pretty little bar boy do if he had my cock in his hand?”
“This,” Steve said, panting. “I’d do this.” He squeezed Carrick’s cock in his fist and slid, slowly, base to tip.
“Mmm…yeah…” Carrick said, reaching beneath Steve’s dick and cupping his balls. “And would you do this?” He rolled Steve’s balls in his palm.
“Yes, yes…” Steve said, using his free hand to grasp Carrick’s sac.
Carrick hissed in a breath.
Steve stared at his face, at the water collecting in his heavy eyebrows and the drips pouring off his nose. Damn, the bloke was definitely fantasy material.
“You’re ready,” Robert said, slipping his fingers out.
“Yes.” Steve had never been more ready.
“Suck him again, Carrick,” Robert said, “while I fuck him.”
“You’re the boss,” Carrick said then he looked at Robert. “For now.”
Despite Steve’s intense arousal he could sense the energy bouncing between the two big men surrounding him. They were vying for control. Carrick, he got the feeling, was being polite. He wasn’t sure how long it would last.
Carrick sank to his knees, gripped Steve around the back of his left thigh then hooked Steve’s leg over his broad shoulder.
Steve clung to Robert’s arm that was circling his waist. His arsehole had been exposed, his buttocks parted, and Robert’s hot hard cockhead was nudging at his entrance. “Oh…” he said on a juddering breath.
“Relax, sweet sub,” Robert said into his ear. “Relax and take me the way you used to so fucking perfectly.”
Steve did his best to release the tension in his hole as Robert pushed forward. He was on his tiptoes, but Robert had him squeezed tight to him and he didn’t move as Robert slid in, on and on, further and further, deeper and deeper until he reached the hilt.
“Ah, yeah, this is where I’m…meant to fucking be,” Robert said then groaned.
Steve held his breath as his muscles got used to the sting, the stretch and the blazing fullness of having Robert’s big dick shoved up his arse.
“Oh, yeah, what a sight,” Carrick said, tugging at Steve’s balls and rubbing around his hole and the base of Robert’s dick.
“Fuck, man,” Robert said, jerking. “That’s not funny.”
Carrick chuckled. “Not quite as in control as you thought, huh?”
“Just suck him,” Robert snarled. “Now.”
Carrick leant forward and took Steve’s cock into his mouth again, but he didn’t remove his questing fingers from around Steve’s hole. He kept on massaging, exploring, easing over Steve’s stretched skin and the root of Robert’s cock.
“Ah, yeah…” Robert murmured, pressing his mouth against Steve’s temple. “So fucking good.”
“Yes, yes…” Steve panted. He was on sensation overload. He’d dreamed of being fucked and sucked at the same time, of course he had, but this, the reality, it was off-the-scale amazing.
Robert eased him up then sat him back down on his cock.
Steve was no weight for his Master’s big muscles, and he loved it, the feeling of being impaled.
“I need to come, please,” he said, his voice needy, whiny.
“I know, and you can. Whenever you want.”
“Really?” Steve didn’t usually get permission the first time he asked. He guessed that Robert must be pretty damn close.
But then it had been a while. For both of them.
“He’s coming,” Robert said, easing his cock almost out then back in deep and sliding over Steve’s prostate. “Get ready for it, Carrick.”
Carrick sped up his eager sucking and bobbing on Steve’s cock, and massaged his balls to the same rhythm.
“Oh, fuck,” Steve shouted, knowing the point of no return had been reached. “It’s here.” He held his breath as cum shot up his dick and into Carrick’s mouth. His arsehole clenched around Robert’s cock, squeezing, hammering, spasming through the pleasure.
Robert groaned and held Steve so tight his ribs ached.
Still Steve kept on shooting his load into Carrick’s mouth, each thick rope of cum dragging out the bliss.
Steve dug his fingers into Robert’s arm, reached for Carrick’s head and clasped his hair. It was so much, so extreme. He worried he might faint. Stars flashed before his eyes.
“Breathe,” Robert said, slackening his grip. “Breathe, sub. Come on.”
Steve remembered to suck in air and pulled in a great big lungful when the final muscle-shaking spasm of orgasm created havoc through his body. He shook, trembled, his wet limbs quivered.
“Oh…bloody hell,” he said.
Carrick released his cock and caught it in his hand. “Mmm, you taste good.” Carrick grinned up at him and licked his lips.
Steve stared at him, his focus a little out, and knew he’d never forget that glorious image.
Robert shifted and pulled out of his arse. His erection was still thick and hard. He hadn’t come.
Steve moaned at the loss; he’d enjoyed the full sensation and the pressure on his hot spot as he’d climaxed.
“So now what?” Carrick asked, standing and stroking his hand down Steve’s cheek to his chest then circling his nipples.
“You want to fuck my sub?” Robert asked.
“Yeah, wouldn’t mind.”
“Turn,” Robert said, spinning Steve so he faced the wall.
Steve flattened his palms on the tiles and stared at the flecks of white in the ceramic. His body was buzzing, his cock still hard despite the intensity of his orgasm.
“Beautiful skin,” Carrick said, smoothing over Steve’s buttocks.
“Yeah, pinks up nice.”
“Can I?” Carrick asked.
“Go ahead.”
A hard, walloping slap landed on Steve’s right arse cheek, the sound echoing wetly around the cubicle.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, jerking forward, his cock tapping on the tiles. The pain zapped over his skin that was already heightened by his post-orgasmic state.
“Mmm, he does.”
A hand smoothed over the stinging patch of skin—Steve presumed it was Carrick—and then explored around his arsehole, sneaking in just a fraction.
“You need to go
in wearing,” Robert said.
“Got it covered.”
Out of the corner of his eyes, Steve saw Carrick reach for a blue condom packet that sat next to the miniature bottle of hotel shower gel.
“Good,” Robert said. He bunched Steve’s hair into his fist and turned his face to his. “Look at me, sub, while Carrick shoves his fat dick up your pink arse, look at me.”
“Yes, Master.” Steve stared at Robert, concentrating on the way the water caught on his stubbled chin and turned his eyelashes into tiny dark points.
“Relax, sub,” Carrick said, parting Steve’s buttocks. “Relax and take me.”
Carrick pushed his cock onto Steve’s hole—he didn’t pause, just drove on and on, parting his sphincter, riding over his prostate and hitting full depth.
Steve felt his eyes rolling back in his head. Carrick had a wonderful thick cock and he was still so sensitive down there.
“Oh, yeah, that expression on your pretty face,” Robert said, cupping Steve’s cheek and kissing him gently. “So sweet.”
“It’s…so much…” Steve murmured, his lips moving with Robert’s mouth.
Carrick pulled out then pushed in again, groaning. He thrust to the hilt.
Steve’s chest rode up against the wall. The wall felt cool. His body was hot now, his blood burning through his veins.
“I like fucking your sub,” Carrick said, clasping Robert’s shoulder. “But we’ve worn him out.”
“So what do you propose?” Robert asked, his voice low and dark as he studied Carrick.
“He can watch while I fuck you.” Carrick stilled.
There was a pause then Robert spoke. “Go for it.”
Carrick slid out of Steve, kissed his shoulder and turned him around again, so his back was flat on the tiles. “Stay there, pretty, and watch your Master take it.”
“Yes,” Steve said. Fuck, this fantasy was going on and on. This was just what he’d hoped for. His empty arse trembled at his anticipation of what he was about to witness.
“You okay?” Robert asked him.
“Yes.” Steve nodded; he was high on life. “Perfect.”
Carrick grabbed Robert and kissed him hard.
Robert shut his eyes, groaned.
Steve could hear their bristly chins grating, their breaths whooshing and the falling water bouncing off their big bodies.