Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3)

by Dayna, Bethany

  The entire ten-hours or so spent in the car was completely silent, Freddie had swapped between sleeping and grunting and Liam had swapped between trying to get Freddie’s attention to not wanting his attention at all. By the time the pair arrived the tension was boiling and when Freddie took one look at the flowery hotel he turned tail and began to walk away.

  “Where are you going?” Liam asked as he grabbed his bag out of the back of the car.

  “To find somewhere to sleep,” Freddie shot back.

  “I’ve already paid for a room here.”

  Freddie stopped and turned around, pacing back to the car and leaning over the roof of it as he stared at Liam.

  “I don’t want to share a fucking room,” he muttered.

  “I’m not interested Liam.”

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” Liam shot back as he felt his heart beginning to pound rapidly.

  “We had some fun, if that’s all it was then fine but there’s no need to get like this.”

  Freddie scoffed and folded his arms.

  “Some fun?” He said mockingly.

  “I can barely remember it, I was too damn drunk and you took advantage, that’s what happened.”

  Liam felt his heart sink, he knew that Freddie had only had a few drinks when they were doing stuff but there was that small part of him that began to doubt.

  “You’re saying I did those things against your will?” Liam mumbled, close to tears as he felt himself crumbling inside.

  “Whatever, I’m just saying that it’s done now, alright?”

  “Fine, okay, I’ll see you back here at nine then.”

  Liam took a moment to gather himself as Freddie vanished down a side-street from the main road. He slowly walked towards the hotel and took a deep breath. He began going over the night in his head, making sure he hadn’t done what Freddie accused him of doing and even though he was certain that what they’d experienced was mutual he still felt a deep sense of pain just from hearing how Freddie looked back on the night.

  Liam had dealt with uncertainty in men before; he’d slept with guys who didn’t know if they were into other men but no matter the outcome Liam and that person had always parted on good terms. It was either a “see you again,” or a “thanks but this isn’t for me,” and that was where it ended. No one had ever played the card Freddie was playing.

  After Liam had checked in and made his way up to his room he lay on the comfortable bed, glaring out at the beautiful view and found himself drifting off to sleep. It was then that he heard a buzzing sound coming from his bag, it was a message-alert but not the one Liam used on his phone.

  Liam rummaged through his things, finding the small, black phone at the bottom of his beg in the jeans Freddie was wearing the previous day before he’d swapped into a baggy pair of Liam’s jeans in the morning. Liam knew he shouldn’t peek but he didn’t really care, there was no password on Freddie’s phone so Liam opened up his messages and saw one sent at around one in the morning.

  “I miss you, can we talk?” It was from Freddie’s ex, the one he was trying so hard to get over.

  Liam continued to go through the messages, seeing the short exchange between the pair that happened a few hours after Liam giving Freddie a blowjob, there were dirty pictures, dirty-talk and promises of make-up sex upon Freddie’s return to his hometown. Now Liam began to understand why Freddie was trying so hard to erase the previous night.

  He tossed the phone back into the bag and kicked it off the bed in a tantrum, he was hurt, he had harbored feelings for Freddie for years only to have them reciprocated and then taken away again. He could understand the appeal, not having to face facts about your sexuality, going back to the way things were and not having to deal with the ‘step-brother’ issue that would undoubtedly come up but the way Freddie had gone about things wasn’t right and soon Liam’s hurt turned to anger.

  Liam shot up, grabbing his jacket and Freddie’s phone before heading out of the door. He wasn’t going to let Freddie erase everything and blame him just because Freddie wanted to simplify things for himself.

  ***

  The town the two had arrived in was small enough for Liam to walk the entire length of it three-times before finally entering the last, open bar filled with cheers of regulars that had been going there every night for as long as they could remember. That’s why it was so easy to spot an oddity like Freddie slumped on his stool, elbows on the wet surface of the bar with one hand holding his chin and the other holding a glass of whisky.

  Liam went next to his step-brother, slamming down the phone between them as got on the stool beside Freddie and ordered himself a beer.

  “You forgot this,” Liam hissed.

  Liam was fully prepared to argue, to shout and yell until they were thrown onto the streets and then he’d continue until Freddie admitted his faults however as Freddie turned to face him he noticed the sadness in his watery eyes, the lifelessness of his tired body that swayed to face him as if it was the wind pushing him and not his own actions and the final straw had to be the weakness in his voice.

  “Sorry,” Freddie muttered.

  “What?” Liam was taken aback; he’d never seen Freddie look so defeated.

  “I’m sorry,” Freddie repeated himself before swaying forwards once more and placing his now-empty glass down on the bar.

  Without a word being exchanged the bar tender came over, filled his glass and walked off again.

  “How many of those have you had?” Liam asked.

  “Three now, don’t worry, I’m completely aware…”

  “Until the morning you mean, then when we talk about how I carried you back to the hotel that’ll be me taking advantage, right?”

  Freddie didn’t respond to Liam’s snarky remark, he didn’t have the energy, he was confused and scared. Everything was so simple for him a few days ago, a girlfriend, a job he loves and a step-brother he barely remembered existed and now two of those things were thrown out of balance.

  “Did I imagine it; did you not enjoy what happened?” Liam muttered as he stared into his beer.

  “I enjoyed it,” Freddie responded, his body regaining its strength as he turned to face Liam.

  “It’s just complicated for me.”

  “Well it’s not exactly a walk in the park for me,” Liam protested.

  “You’ve done the coming out thing, you’ve gone off to college, you’re living your life and I’m just…” Freddie went quiet towards the end of his sentence.

  “You’re just?”

  “I’m living in a tiny apartment around the corner from my dad’s… I’m working a job that my dad gave me… I’m not going anywhere and the only good thing I had was Claire and then she saw me for what I really am and she left…”

  “I thought she wanted more commitment?”

  “No, she wanted more everything, she wanted a better life and she saw that I wasn’t going to provide her with that.”

  “So, what about these texts?” Liam asked as he pushed the phone further towards Freddie.

  “Well, that’s why I freaked I guess,” Freddie picked up the phone and went over the messages.

  “I’ve always liked guys, alright,” Freddie suddenly claimed.

  “You have?”

  “Yeah, I mean, I like girls too but I’ve always had this itch that I’ve ignored.”

  “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

  “I don’t know, I was scared, I guess,” Freddie began to ramble as he took another sip of his drink.

  “We both know that dad – my dad, didn’t have much to say to you when you came out.”

  “Yeah, so?”

  “So look how supportive Ma was with you, I wouldn’t get that from him and our town man, people talk, it was okay for you because you left and none of what they said mattered but I’m stuck there.”

  “So you decided to make me feel like I’d assaulted you or something?”

  “Yeah, I guess, sorry…” Freddie finished his d
rink but stopped the bartender from pouring him another and asked for a coke instead.

  “I just wanted things to be simple.”

  “Listen,” Liam put his drink down and faced Freddie, placing his hand on Freddie’s shoulder and looking into his eyes.

  “I like you, we both know that but I don’t expect anything from you and if you go home and get back together with Claire and marry her one day then I’ll happily stand at your wedding and cheer for you,” Liam stated with a smile on his face.

  “I’ll cheer for you if you go home, pack your stuff and go on a gay cruise to find yourself too, I’ll cheer for you if you start hosting mass orgies for both genders,” Liam started to get loud and people in the bar began to take notice.

  “Okay, I get it,” Freddie said laughing.

  “I’ll cheer for you if you fuck her over there or him over there,” Liam said pointing.

  “Okay, calm down,” Freddie grabbed Liam’s hands as he pointed, the pair of them beginning to burst into fits of laughter.

  The bar tender came over, a scowl crossing his face. Freddie threw some money down and both men left the bar, bursting out onto the street laughing loudly. They swayed side to side as they made their way down the moonlit road back to the hotel, laughing at anything and everything on the clear night, talking about the times Freddie suppressed his urges and what he’d wished he’d done instead.

  “Mr Harrison,” Freddie said as they walked up the stairs to their room.

  “Wow, really?” Liam laughed.

  “Well, he had a nice ass,” Freddie replied.

  “You see, I’m more about the bulge,” Liam unlocked the door and they both walked in.

  “That’s what makes this a good match,” Freddie stated before slapping Liam’s plump behind.

  Liam turned around, the pair getting closer and closer to the bed with Liam walking backwards and Freddie pursuing him.

  “I know I have no right to expect anything but…” Freddie said.

  “I want to,” Liam replied immediately with a smirk on his face.

  Freddie got closer to Liam, using his big arms to pull him in closer and running his hands down to his firm behind giving it a gentle squeeze that caused Liam to whimper. They looked at each other for a moment, nothing but the sound of the ocean outside swaying back and forth, Freddie brushed Liam’s blonde hair back as he leaned in and planted his lips onto Liam.

  Liam welcome his step-brother into his mouth, their tongues meeting as little jolts of pleasure ran up Liam’s thighs and made him throb. Freddie had been hard ever since they’d entered the hotel and as he began to grip Liam tighter it became apparent that his massive bulge couldn’t wait to meet Liam’s lips once more.

  “A repeat of last night?” Liam whispered into Freddie’s ear.

  “More,” Freddie replied as he lifted Liam’s t-shirt and tossed it aside, then proceeding to take off his own.

  Liam fell back into the sheets, the smooth fabric stroking his back as he crawled backwards. Freddie slowly made his way onto the bed, placing his hand, then his other, his knee and then his other until he had made his way up to Liam who rested on the headboard, he grabbed Liam’s legs, spreading them and pulling him down so that his head fell into the pillows. Liam instinctively wrapped his legs around Freddie’s waist as Freddie pulled him up, grinding, forcing a kiss out of him as they both smirked at one another.

  As Liam sat upright on Freddie’s lap, feeling that massive bulge poking through the fabric he began to get nervous. This was it, this time they were going all the ay. He stopped kissing Freddie for a moment, just to be certain one last time that this is what he wanted.

  “Are you sure?” Liam’s innocent eyes looked on with worry.

  “I am,” Freddie said; brushing Liam’s cheek with one hand as the other held him in place.

  “Are you?” He asked back.

  Liam pressed his body down, feeling that huge, pulsating bulge tucked into Freddie’s pants and smirked.

  “Fuck yes,” he moaned as he went back for another kiss.

  Freddie spread Liam’s body along the sheets, laying him flat on his back and tugging at his pants and Liam lifted his lower body so that they’d slide off with ease. Freddie then hopped off the sheets, he couldn’t undo his jeans fast enough and once they’d dropped he kicked them off with such force they flew across the room. He jumped back down to Liam who lay still looking up at his step-brother, admiring his muscular frame and thanking every deity he could that Freddie played as much sports as he did.

  Freddie was wearing tight, white briefs that cut off above his thick thighs whereas Liam had on a black jock-strap, something he wore just in case this was to happen again.

  “That looks hot on you,” Freddie said as he gently played with the elastic waist.

  Liam reached up; Freddie was kneeling over his stomach with his shaft poking out of his briefs, Liam used his hand to gently stroke Freddie, rubbing his throbbing cock until he began to moan.

  “You want me to suck it again?” Liam asked.

  Freddie nodded with a smile, he moved forwards and pulled down the fabric so that his dick was dangling in-front of Liam’s face and his nuts were at the tip of his chin. His cock twitched wildly with pre-cum seeping from the tip. Liam gulped heavily and hungrily before opening up his mouth and looking up at Freddie who grabbed his shaft with one hand as the other held the headboard, he kept moving his hips forward until he watched his entire length vanish inside of Liam’s mouth who took every inch without trying to pull back once.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” he muttered as Liam began to take over.

  Liam knew what guys liked, he knew when to pull back, when to take it all, when to tease the tip and when to lick Freddie’s nuts. Freddie looked down at him and smirked; he ran one of his hands into Liam’s blonde hair and began to thrust deep into his mouth knowing full well Liam could take every inch that he was offering. He pounded his face over and over, watching Liam’s eyes water and feeling his saliva breaching the edges of his mouth and running down Freddie’s thick shaft.

  As Freddie pulled out Liam gasped, he looked up panting for air, he loved every second that Freddie took over and had imagined just-that several times on his lonely nights but now came the part he’d really been waiting for. As the two stared at one another they both knew what to do next but waited on the other to start the process. Finally Liam began to get up, he turned onto all fours and then buried his head into a pillow, arching his back so that his ass was waiting in the air but let his hands cave so that the front of his body was flat against the sheets.

  “Fuck me,” he muttered back to Freddie.

  Freddie looked at the sight before him, a beautiful, slender man with a smooth hole waiting to be taken – begging to be taken.

  “Please Freddie, I want it,” Liam repeated, his words making Freddie harder than he’d ever been before.

  Freddie got closer to Liam, running a hand over his smooth hole and gently sinking a finger into him. Liam moaned, pushing back so that more of Freddie would enter him, he wanted it badly and he was sick of waiting. Freddie placed another finger into him and then another, he thrust all three deep into Liam’s welcoming body as far as he could and watched as Liam moaned and cried out for more. He’d never seen a man get so turned on before.

  “Fuck me,” Liam repeated again, his whole body trembling as he anticipated that thick, juicy shaft entering him.

  Freddie placed himself behind Liam, kneeling against him, holding his thick, dripping dick with one hand and using the other to spread Liam’s firm cheeks apart. His cock was covered in Liam’s saliva making it easy to slide the tip into the tight hole. The moment he did Liam screamed out with a mixture of pain and pleasure, Freddie wasn’t sure which one was the more dominant feeling.

  “Are you alright?” He asked Liam as he hesitated to push in further.

  “Keep going!” Liam begged.

  Freddie did as his step-brother asked and pushed further inside of him, fo
rcing every inch deep into Liam’s hole and stretching him more than any other man ever had. Finally he felt his body collide with Liam’s, his entire nine-inches planted deep inside of Liam who trembled before him.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” Freddie moaned as he pulsated inside of Liam.

  Liam bit down on the pillow, turning his head and looking back at Freddie who moaned as he began to pull back out a bit, Liam readied himself, reaching down and grabbing his shaft, he’d imagined this moment a thousand times but nothing could compare to the real thing.

  The first time Freddie thrust back into Liam he hit his sweet spot causing Liam to lose all control, he threw his head back and howled, moaning with joy as Freddie was taken aback by his reaction.

  “Am I that good?” He laughed.

  “Again, please!” Liam begged to feel Freddie hit that spot again.

  Freddie looked at Liam, he loved the sense of control he had, the power he held over him, and he loved how Liam had become his in the moment, his pleasure solely relying on Freddie’s actions. He couldn’t think of anything hotter than having someone need you the way Liam needed him in that moment.

  Freddie thrust again, hitting Liam’s sweet spot and causing the same reaction. Once he’d realized that Liam wasn’t made of glass he began to pound him harder and faster, holding his hips with both hands and digging his nails into him, watching his frim, bubble-shaped ass wobble as he took the entire length of Freddie’s dick over and over.

  Freddie pulled Liam back by his hair, forcing his back against his chest and then he reached down for Liam’s shaft and began to jerk him off as he continued to pound his ass. Liam turned his head, kissing Freddie as best as he could, a wet, messy kiss that left saliva dripping down half of Liam’s face but that only made it hotter. Freddie was too focused on pounding Liam’s tight ass to care about anything else, he just wanted to keep hearing Liam tell him he was the best.

  As Liam felt himself getting close Freddie pulled out of him and threw himself into the sheets, his back up against the headboard, holding his shaft with both hands.