Liability

by Tymber Dalton

“She’s already okay with it.” Cole grinned. “I got her wound up a few nights ago with a fantasy about us tying her up and teasing her while we did each other and made her watch us together.”

  “Oh, you did, did you?” Mason reached between them and wrapped his fingers around both their cocks, pressing them together in his hand. “And what were we doing to each other in that fantasy?”

  “A little sixty-nine to start with. Then you flipped me onto my back, threw my legs over your shoulders, and fucked my brains out.” Cole’s gaze never wavered from Mason’s.

  Mason’s eyes narrowed. “And I didn’t let you come until you fucked my ass, I hope.”

  “Absolutely.”

  Mason grabbed the back of Cole’s neck with his other hand and kissed him, hard, bruisingly, in a way neither of them ever kissed Kim.

  Both their cocks were hard and throbbing.

  “So what do you want to do now?” Mason asked him when he let Cole come up for air once more.

  “I want to suck your cock. Then I want to bend over and feel your cock in my ass.”

  “So much for going slow,” Mason said.

  “To hell with slow. I want this. I want you.”

  Mason stepped back so that Cole could sink to his knees. Cole had a few flashes of that night in college, of sucking his friend’s cock at some point, of having his cock sucked by the guy while he kissed the girl, but goddamned tequila got in the way of the full memory. As he held Mason’s cock with one hand, he opened wide and slowly swallowed it, loving the soft moans he pulled from Mason and the way the man’s hands rested on his head.

  “Oh, fuck yeah, buddy,” Mason whispered, drawing in a hiss. “That’s real good. Don’t do it too long, or I won’t last inside you.”

  Mason only let him suck his cock for a minute or two before he pulled away and leaned out of the shower to get the lube and a condom.

  Before Mason could rip the condom package open, Cole stopped Mason. “No. If you want to, I want to feel you.”

  Mason stared at him for a long moment before leaning in to kiss him again. “I put a load into your ass bareback, your ass fucking belongs to me and no one else. Got it?”

  “And Kim.”

  Mason smirked. “Unless she magically grows a penis, your ass still belongs to me.”

  “That go both ways?”

  “You better believe it. I’m serious. I know we’re all clean because of the tests, but once we do this, none of us fuck around with anyone else, wrapped or not. Period. Got it?”

  Cole nodded. Then he leaned in and kissed him. “That means I get to put a load into your ass next, right?”

  “Fuckin’ A, it does.”

  Cole grinned, the mental image making his cock throb. “Then tomorrow morning, you’d better wake her up by putting a load up her ass, too. Seal the deal. We’re a twofer, you know.”

  Mason tipped Cole’s head to the side and nipped along his neck. “On your fucking back, buddy. Let’s do this.” The hunger in Mason’s voice made Cole’s cock throb even more.

  Cole lay down on the shower floor and held his legs back and out of the way. As steam filled the bathroom, Mason worked lube into Cole’s ass, slowly scissoring his fingers back and forth to stretch him.

  “Don’t be all girly about it,” Cole said, gritting his teeth as he tried not to come from how good it felt. “Fuck me.”

  “Don’t want to ruin it for you.” Mason added more lube, grinning down at Cole as he made the man hiss while he worked three fingers inside his ass. He knelt over him and pressed the head of his cock against Cole’s rim. It was all Cole could do not to buck his hips and impale himself.

  “Last chance,” Mason said. “I can wrap it.”

  “Shut up and fuck my ass.”

  Mason slammed home, making Cole cry out from the pleasure-pain of the intrusion and nearly blow his load. Mason grinned down at him as he held still, his balls pressed against Cole’s. “Better hold onto that load, buddy. Fair’s fair.”

  But that was better than good. Cole didn’t want tender and cuddly from the man. He wanted rough, he wanted hard fucking.

  As Mason finally started moving again, he pulled Cole’s legs over his shoulders. “So what have you been fantasizing about, hmm?”

  “About spending the night some night, waking up to take a shower with you, and you send me to work with a load of your cum in my ass and I put a load of my cum in yours.”

  Mason thrust hard several times, gasping, his eyes falling shut. “Goddammit,” he muttered. “I didn’t mean to blow that fast. Sorry.”

  Cole pulled him down and kissed him. “Then let me put a load in you and call it even.”

  Instead of completely changing positions, Mason pulled out, let Cole put his legs down, and raised up on his knees to lube his own hole and Cole’s shaft. Then he slowly impaled himself onto Cole’s cock while Cole bit down on his lower lip and struggled not to explode.

  Only when Mason’s ass was pressed against his hips did Cole breathe again.

  Mason stared down at him. “I think tomorrow morning we start out both of us putting a load into our pet at the same time,” Mason said as he finally started to move.

  Cole’s hands settled on Mason’s hips as the man fucked him. His ass felt tight and gripped Cole’s cock, hot, hungry, different than Kim’s and so fucking good.

  “You in her pussy, me in her ass,” Cole said. “Like you said, fair’s fair. We mark our pet the right way.”

  Mason leaned in and kissed him. He bit and sucked Cole’s lower lip as he bounced up and down on Cole’s cock, until Cole couldn’t hold it any longer. He thrust up into Mason, digging his fingers into Mason’s hips and holding him still as his balls pumped his load into the man’s ass.

  “Fuck,” Cole whispered. “That was so good.”

  Mason didn’t seem to be in a hurry to move. He braced himself with his hands planted on the shower floor on either side of Cole. “You and I will need some alone time on occasion, too.”

  Cole nodded. “Yeah.”

  Mason’s gaze hadn’t left Cole’s. “You think she’s going to be okay with that?”

  “Yeah. She gets both of us. Why wouldn’t she be?”

  Mason seemed to be studying his expression. “How long have you been attracted to me?”

  “I think from the first night we met you. I didn’t realize how much until I started watching you and Kim play together. That’s when I realized I wanted to fuck you. And really wanted you to fuck me.”

  “How did you feel watching me fuck her earlier? Be honest.”

  Cole grinned. “Jealous that she got to fuck you before I did.”

  Mason smiled down at him before leaning in to kiss him again. “So I’m a gay sadistic Dominant, I have a masochistic submissive straight female pet, and I now have a straight boyfriend. How’d I manage that?”

  “Just lucky, I guess.” Cole wanted to spend the whole night running his hands all over Mason’s body, but he settled for cupping the man’s ass. “I’m a straight guy with a girlfriend and a gay boyfriend.” He squeezed Mason’s ass. “A boyfriend with a delicious ass.”

  Mason arched an eyebrow at him. “You and those gorgeous blue eyes of yours. I think I was into you that first night, too. I just never realized I’d ever have a chance with you.”

  “Hey, what about my ass?” Cole teased.

  “Your ass is fantastic. And hopefully next time I’m fucking it I’ll be able to last longer.”

  * * * *

  They untangled from each other and stood under the spray, soaping each other up, hands sliding over and around and down.

  Mason’s ass pleasantly ached from Cole’s cock. It’d been too damn long since he’d had a nice cock in there. Freddie…well, Freddie hadn’t exactly been well-hung. Mason had toys bigger than Freddie.

  And he’d never gone bareback with the guy. Not even for oral. He’d rarely let Freddie fuck him, and even then never with Freddie on top.

  He trusted Cole, and he trusted Ki
m. Deep in his heart he suspected they’d never betray his trust.

  His fingers found their way between Cole’s ass cheeks and he pressed for entrance, swallowing the man’s moans with a kiss as he did.

  He spread his own legs a little wider as Cole’s fingers found their way to his ass, too.

  “I want to spend a whole day alone in bed with you,” Cole gasped.

  “I’m not going to promise I won’t get a little toppy with you in bed from time to time.”

  “I don’t fucking care.” Cole pressed his lips against the top of Mason’s right shoulder and bit him, sucking, stirring interest in Mason’s cock.

  Which shocked the hell out of Mason, but he wasn’t about to complain.

  “Been a long time since I had a guy who could hold his own with me,” Mason said.

  In a flash, Cole had grabbed a handful of Mason’s hair and kissed him, hard, sucking on his tongue, pressing him against the wall even as his finger slid deeper into Mason’s ass.

  “Like that?” Cole said.

  “Oh, fuck yeah.” Mason’s cock had hardened all the way—uh, holy crap—and he noticed Cole’s also stirring.

  Before he knew it, Mason was on his back on the floor, with Cole pounding away at his ass with that gorgeous cock of his, and those big, beautiful blue eyes pinning his soul in place.

  “Don’t you fucking come,” Cole said. “Gonna suck the next one out of you.” He smiled down at him. “Fair’s fair.”

  But with the head of Cole’s cock hitting his sweet spot with every stroke, and his legs up over the man’s shoulders, it was all Mason could do to not explode. Especially with the friction of their bodies keeping his cock trapped between them.

  Just when he thought he couldn’t hold it back any longer, Cole sat up and made one last thrust, head back, eyes closed. “Yes!” he gasped, breathing heavy as water beaded and rolled down his body.

  Mason wanted to freeze this moment in time. He stared up at Cole, trying to memorize every line, every muscle, every angle, every curve. With it equal between them, without a D/s dynamic there, they could just be themselves, two guys who wanted to screw each other’s brains out.

  Mason had never had a partner like this before, where he not only didn’t have to hold back, he didn’t have to try to sate those urges, either. He had Kim for that. This was emotion and raw, hungry passion, and sex, but it was a level playing field between them.

  And it was hotter than hell.

  When Cole finally opened his eyes and smiled down at Mason, Mason thought the guy almost looked a little drunk from the lopsided grin on his face. He pulled his softening cock from Mason’s ass and kissed him, then kissed his way down Mason’s body to his cock.

  One hand circled the base, the other cupped Mason’s balls. As Mason guided his head, Cole proceeded to lick and suck one more load out of Mason’s balls, swallowing every drop before crawling back up Mason and kissing him.

  “I think we’ve used up all the hot water,” Mason said.

  Cole shrugged. “Ask me if I care.”

  They stared into each other’s eyes for a long, silent moment. “So how do you like having a gay boyfriend?” Mason teased.

  “So far, I’m loving it.”

  Mason stood and helped Cole to his feet. “Let’s wait on the ‘L-word’ discussions for now. You might hate me and this in a week when I’ve humped you into a coma.”

  “See, that’s where you’re wrong. Because I watched you fuck her ass and saw that you enjoyed it.” Cole smiled. “If you’re horny and I’m not in the mood, I’ll simply call for Kim. You realize all I have to do is point at the floor and she gets wet, right? Even if she’s not in the mood, she can’t help it. I tried experimenting yesterday, and even though she said she wasn’t in the mood for sex when I asked her before I did it, just telling her to kneel and nothing else, there she was, wet and ready and pretty soon was begging me to help her come.”

  “Wow. Tony’s right. Operant-conditioning is a heartless bitch.” Mason arched an eyebrow at Cole. “What happens if that backfires on you and I manage to condition you to get horny?”

  Cole kissed him. “Yeah, but what if that works both ways, buster?” He smiled. “I’ve seen you adjust your pants when you have her on her knees or over a bench. It gets you every bit as horny as it does her.”

  Mason started to argue when it hit him that he couldn’t. Cole was right. “Huh. Wow.” He started to come up with another snarky comment when he yawned. “Okay, water’s cold and now I’m yawning. Let’s get to bed before I pass out.”

  A few minutes later, Kim didn’t even stir when they climbed into bed. She was stretched out on the far side, so Mason got in the middle and spooned against Cole.

  It felt good. Damned good.

  “Good night, boyfriend,” Mason said.

  Cole chuckled. “Good night to you, too, boyfriend.”

  * * * *

  The next morning, Mason awoke before Kim or Cole. In sleep, Kim had rolled over and snuggled against him. He’d rolled over to face her, and now it was Cole spooned against his ass, Cole’s arm draped around him.

  Wow.

  It’d been a long, long time since he’d awakened with these kinds of aches and pains. Good aches and pains.

  The kinds of aches and pains that told him he’d been well and truly fucked in the good way.

  Twenty minutes later, somehow, he’d ended up on top of Cole, fucking his ass while Cole and Kim sixty-nined, Kim on the bottom.

  He didn’t hold back either, fucking the man hard, deep, long, enjoying every sexy moan and groan he pulled out of Cole while Kim squealed and moaned under him.

  Then they collapsed on the bed again.

  Mason finally got up to clean up and dispose of the condom he’d used. He didn’t like to go bareback all the time.

  Kim followed him into the bathroom, and before he knew it, he had her bent over the counter, this time with his cock in her pussy, and Cole was sliding his cock up Mason’s ass.

  Eventually, they stumbled into the shower and back to bed, where more sexytime happened.

  Mason was the one to finally say it. “Let’s just skip dinner and the club tonight, huh?”

  Kim leaned in and kissed him, long and hard. “Thank you, Sir.”

  He smiled. “You say that now, pet. You haven’t endured a whole day of me and Cole torturing and fucking you.”

  She grinned. “You haven’t endured a whole day of me and Cole fucking you, Sir.”

  He thought about it. “Very true. Touché. But I’m looking forward to it.”

  “So am I, Sir.”

  They looked at Cole, who lay flat on his back, eyes closed. He peeled open an eye to look at them before he held up a thumb in agreement.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Mason left work at four on the nose and headed straight for I-75. He’d be meeting his mom and stepdad for dinner at a restaurant in Weston, just on the eastern end of Alligator Alley. Should take him right around three hours or so, if traffic held.

  Yeah, he was selfish. He’d admit it. He didn’t want to give up a day with Kim and Cole and do this on a Saturday or a Sunday. Besides, it wasn’t like he hadn’t already driven over to Miami three times to visit with them in the first two months since his return to Florida.

  He’d seen them more often in those first two months than he had in the year before he’d moved from Florida to Nebraska. Yeah, he’d flown home to visit them and his dad—and his dad’s girlfriend of the moment—during Christmas holidays while he’d lived out of state.

  And it wasn’t like he didn’t talk to them at least once a week on the phone.

  He plugged his phone into his car’s sound system and cranked up the driving playlist he’d put together for today. Songs guaranteed to get him a speeding ticket if he wasn’t careful.

  It didn’t take long for his thoughts to drift to Kim and Cole. What they had…he didn’t know if it’d last, but he was damn sure hoping it would. It was the best of both worlds for all
three of them.

  He’d even found himself politely rebuffing requests over FetLife to play with others now that word had spread locally that he was back. He thought about the relationship statuses all three of them had on the site.

  I need to tweak my About Me section. This wasn’t a “problem” he’d ever had before. Even with other partners in the past, there was never an issue with him picking up play or play partners, within certain boundaries.

  He didn’t want to now. He’d keyed into Kim’s energy and wanted to keep following it wherever it led him. She both challenged him as a Dominant and she eased his mind. She took what he dished out and asked for more, even though he’d left the direction loose and hazy in terms of eventual goals.

  He didn’t have any. He wanted to keep this going, whatever this was. He loved watching her face as she discovered things about herself that she didn’t know, and it made him hard as granite when he looked over and saw the smile on Cole’s face while they played.

  And now that sex with Cole was on the table, too, he enjoyed the hell out of the way the man responded after play was over and more fun began.

  He could tell it revved Cole’s motor, watching them together.

  Settling into his seat, the music fading into background noise, Mason lost himself in thoughts and memories of their play. Planning what new diabolical things to toss at Kim next.

  The feel of Cole’s fingers trailing down Mason’s ass and resting on the back of his thigh as he’d leaned over and fucked Kim’s ass that first time.

  The breathy, needy sound of Cole whispering in his ear that first night two weeks ago when the universe shifted, righted on its axis, and perfection entered Mason’s life.

  Fuck her good. I love watching your ass like that.

  The memory of Cole leaning over while Mason was balls-deep in her pussy and Cole had just filled her ass and kissing him as she lay spent between them.

  Yeah, he’d be rubbing one—or more—out when he got home that night. He’d be getting home too late to bother Cole or Kim on his way home.

  He’d been with a couple of women before he finally came to terms with the fact that he was gay and preferred being with guys. While topping a woman got him hard and horny because of the sadistic aspect of it turning his crank, he’d never realistically thought, regardless of what he’d told Cole and Kim that second night they’d talked, that being with a woman like this again was in his future.