by Lynn Stark
More confident with each passing moment, Avery began relaxing. A nervous laugh, however, escaped him as the two women began undressing. They didn’t do it haphazardly, however, but folded every item neatly before kneeling on the floor. Colt hadn’t lied to him. No one was going to judge him for coming downstairs half naked and in women’s clothing.
“I ordered the shoes online. They were discontinued, so I lucked out on the price.” Avery grinned, pleased with his good fortune as well as the compliments. Originally the shoes would have cost him a couple of months’ pay. But he had watched them diligently and wasn’t disappointed when they finally dropped to a price he could afford without too much guilt. As he talked he felt the last of his nervousness fade away. He looked around to choose a seat when strong hands grasped him by the hip and pulled him back. “Oh!” he whispered, coming in contact with strong bare thighs. He was on Colt’s lap and at some point the man had undressed. “Oh,” Avery moaned again when long fingers stroked up along his thigh and beneath the edge of the tiny skirt.
A warm mouth brushed against his ear. “Watch the screen, baby,” Colt told him. Avery did as he was told and was shocked to see himself on the screen. He squirmed in the man’s hold but Colt held him firmly. “Don’t worry. What happens here is not being recorded.”
The next thing he knew his arms were being lifted and his wrists were manacled by a large hand behind his neck. One pull and he was being stretched backward. Wide-eyed, he looked from the screen and up into Colt’s handsome face. Dark, wicked, the man had everything it took to make his cock stand on end and beg for more. Well, it would have if it hadn’t been trapped in the thong. Squirming, Avery was trying to relieve the pressure of his cock trying to fight its way out when he felt the cock pressing against his ass.
Looking up he saw the smirk on Colt’s face. His heart raced as he tried to hold still. It was nearly impossible. The handsome Dom seemed to radiate confidence, raw sexuality, and the very essence which made him a dominant male. Quivering as his own submissive nature kicked in, Avery whimpered, yet boldly arched his back, offering his pierced nipples to the man. The hot gaze swept over his body and he glanced at the screen to see his provocative pose. The fingers around his wrists tightened. When Colt’s free hand reached out to pluck at the gold rings through his nipples he mewled his pleasure. The sounds coming from him were as surprising as they were telling. There was no possible way to disguise what he was feeling as the man began to play with him. Oh yes, he was a toy and he didn’t mind in the least because he could see something in the eyes of a virtual stranger, that he would be cared for and loved.
A sharp cry burst Avery’s little bubble of pleasure. His head jerked around and he saw that the handsome Gilly was spanking Bliss. She was draped over his lap as his hand came down smartly on her curved ass. They seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely and the sight of them turned the heat up for him. He wondered just what the limits were and how many would be tested.
The pull on a nipple ring got his attention again. Trembling, his cock pressing hard against the restraining fabric of the thong, Avery humped his hips in desperation, only to have Colt bend him back over the arm of the chair.
“Be still,” Colt told him in a voice which brooked no disobedience from him. “You are not allowed to come until I give you permission. Do you understand me?”
Avery nodded, staring into the dark eyes. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He was stroked from sternum to pelvis. Colt played with the fake pearl dangling from his belly button. “You are too beautiful, too sexy, to be wearing fake jewels. You should be draped in pearls and diamonds.”
Oh, the man knew just which buttons to be pushed. While he was as rough and tough cowboy as any other during the day, when he was alone at night he liked to give in to his fantasies. One of them was that he would have long ropes of pearls around his neck, diamonds pinned in his hair. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath, ready for anything. His body was primed and his blood was scorching his veins as it flowed through them.
When Colt’s hand covered his aching cock, Avery closed his eyes and moaned. It took all his willpower not to push himself into the man’s palm. While he had enjoyed a few encounters with both men and women, he couldn’t remember when he had anticipated the pleasure he believed this man could give him.
Colt shoved his fingers under the taut edge of the thong to capture Avery’s cock. Another moan left his lips and he opened his eyes to look up at the man who held him. The expression on his face was intense, almost frighteningly so. He had never seen it on anyone’s face before and he realized Colt was focused solely on giving him pleasure, seeking nothing for himself.
With strong fingers curled around his cock, he was stroked firmly. Closing his eyes again he focused on what was happening below his waist. It wasn’t just a hand job. It was a connection. Someone special was touching him, stroking him and as he did so he made Avery feel special in return. He was stroked with great tenderness. In the past, men seemed to handle him roughly, as if his lack of size had made them want to dominate him. Though he had found his pleasure with some, most of the time he had been left feeling used and sapped of anything resembling pleasure.
Colt wasn’t doing that, however. Yes, he was dominating him with his hands restrained behind his neck, and commanded to hold still and not come, but he was treating Avery as if he were a treasure which was to be given the most deferential treatment possible.
Sensation ebbed and flowed. Heat swirled around his body, flowing through his limbs. He felt boneless. He almost laughed when he realized this hand job was like getting a massage. It felt wonderful and he was suddenly relaxed from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.
Avery was so relaxed he barely moved when his wrists were released and he was rearranged on Colt’s lap. He heard foil tearing and the snick of a cap. Someone was moving around them, close, but not so close they were touching. He opened his eyes to see Clarissa standing over him. She smiled down at him, winking saucily, before stepping away. A moment later strong hands were lifting him, rearranging him. With his back to Colt he was now straddling the man’s powerful legs, his hands on the man’s knees as he leaned forward. He stared at the screen, staring at himself, studying Colt as he admired Avery’s ass. He felt himself blush and shifted his gaze to see that Gilly was now on his back with Bliss riding his cock. Clarissa was straddling his face, letting the man make love to her pussy with his mouth as she kissed and stroked the other woman. He absently thought he would have to give that a try. Both women were incredibly beautiful and sexy. He felt his cock jerk at the thought of having his face dripping with their creamy juices.
With one firm tug the string on his thong was snapped and fell away. He wasn’t given time to worry over the loss of a piece of his precious sexy wear as a slicked finger pushed itself roughly into his asshole.
Moaning, his body tightening, Avery fought for control. The breath left him in panting gasps as pleasure shot through him. His dream state had popped like a shiny, soapy bubble in the air. His chest rose and fell as he fought the overwhelming need to come. His balls were tight against his body and his cock was weeping a copious amount of pre-cum.
As a second finger was pushed into his asshole, working it, stretching the guarding ring of muscles, Avery lost control and began riding them. A sharp slap to his ass was anything but punishment. He wanted another so bad he shoved himself down onto Colt’s fingers, burying them in his ass.
He didn’t get another slap, however. His punishment was a thick cock taking the place of the fingers. He panted through the burn, the pain, as he was grabbed by the hips and slowly, inextricably, brought down the length of Colt’s sizeable cock.
Never in all his sexual experience had he had one so large in his ass. It stretched him far beyond anything he had known, filling him, leaving him gasping for breath as the pain slowly receded and was replaced by an intense, toe-curling pleasure as he finally bottomed out.
When his lids
lifted this time he found himself staring into his own eyes. The expression in them was one he would never forget. Peace. Peace brought on by total acceptance and knowing this moment couldn’t be taken away from him.
Strong arms wrapped around his chest, pulling him back. Avery’s arms were crossed over his chest, forming an X. His head settled onto Colt’s shoulder and he sighed with pleasure. He could stay just as they were for an eternity and never want more. He felt something in himself bonding with the other man.
Warm, firm lips nuzzled against his neck. “Avery, my sweet darling, you are perfect. Never forget that.”
The horse he had arrived with might have been given as a gift to Colt, but he now saw it as a gift to himself. Meeting these people, this man, would change his life forever.
* * * *
Colt closed his eyes as he held Avery close. It took all of his self-control to not make love to the man as desperately as he wanted to. This was about Avery, not him. He could feel the man’s insecurities about himself. It was something he would help change.
As he had held and stroked the smaller man sitting across his lap he knew that he had been given something very special. But as he had touched Avery his desire began rising. He had to touch him, had to stroke and tease the sweet little body. The piercings and tattoo were hot and sexy. Playing with them had made his already hard cock throb and weep pre-cum as Avery’s ass pressed down on it.
Pleasure tortured him until he was driven to take the beautiful man. Now, buried balls deep in the hot, tight sheath, Colt held Avery back against his chest as he nuzzled soft skin and silky blond curls.
Colt opened his eyes when he heard the three playing nearby on the low couch. Bliss was riding Gilly hard. Clarissa was now playing with the both of them as she kneeled beside them, her hands busy between legs, skillfully playing with a hard clit and tight balls. It didn’t take long for her to send them over the edge. Bliss’s body jerked as she screamed her release. Gilly’s shout announced the moment cum was pumped from his balls. They were all quite beautiful together. He chuckled when Clarissa licked her slick fingers, moaning around each digit.
“Come here, Clarissa.” There was no hesitation as she crawled across the room to kneel at his feet. She didn’t look up at him. “Suck Avery’s cock. Reward him for being so beautiful.”
The hem of the skirt was lifted, revealing the man’s beautiful cock. It was of about average length, but thick with a large purple head. Pearly white droplets wept from the tiny slit. A pink tongue darted out to lick them away then teased the opening until Avery began jerking with each touch against the sensitive flesh.
“Oh, sweet hell!” Avery cried as Clarissa wrapped her gorgeous lips around the head and began suckling it. As she did so the small man in his lap all but began fucking himself on Colt’s cock as his body bucked and twitched, testing his self-control once more. He chuckled and held the man tight, doing a little teasing of his own as their lover took Avery’s cock down to the root. “Colt, she’s trying to kill me!”
“No, my baby, she’s not trying to kill you. She’s making you feel good.”
“I want to come!” Avery begged, a desperate edge to his voice.
“Not yet.” Colt bit the side of his neck then licked away the sting. Sliding his hand over Avery’s chest he pushed beneath the man’s arm to find a pierced nipple. He tugged it gently, increasing the pressure with each tug. The man started grinding on his cock, moaning and pleading as he did so. “You are not allowed to come until I give you permission.” Avery groaned. “Do you understand me, Avery?” Blond curls bounced as he nodded vigorously. “Good. Clarissa, give Bliss a turn.”
While Clarissa had slowly loved on Avery’s cock, Bliss had her own technique. She was quite skilled in many pleasures, but she was wild and unrestrained, something which often led to her being disciplined. Grabbing his swollen cock Bliss swooped down on it like an eagle on a hare, swallowing it down before sliding her mouth back up the length. She licked the twisted path of each bulging vein, and then pumped his wet flesh with a tight fist. Her other hand went to the man’s balls, completing the loving torture.
“Come, baby,” Colt ordered. His arms tightened around Avery as the man came apart in his arms, screaming as pearly ropes of cum were pumped from his balls to land on Bliss’s breasts, coating them.
Having reached the end of his own control, Colt released his hold on Avery’s trembling body. Pushing him forward he grasped the man’s narrow hips and began fucking the asshole which was gripping his cock like a fist. Watching as his cock pushed in and out he felt the warning tingle at the base of his spine. His balls tightened, as did his hold on Avery the moment he came, roaring his release and shooting hot cum into the man’s clinging dark channel.
It was a moment in his life which Colt wanted to savor. Holding Avery close as the trembling in the man’s body began to lessen, he smiled against golden curls and kissed an ear.
“How are you feeling?”
“Never better,” Avery said as he tipped his head back. The smile was serene and Colt knew that he had given the man the best kind of pleasure. “I think I should get up,” he added with a grimace.
Colt nodded and he helped him up. He left the others in the room to clean up in the half bath attached conveniently to the media room. When he returned Bliss was curled up on the sofa with Gilly. The pair was stroking and kissing, discovering what the other liked, while Clarissa was on her knees in front of Avery and giving the man a blow job. That Avery appeared as though he had discovered his nirvana came as no surprise. Colt reached for his clothes and grinned as he left his lovers to their pleasures. He wasn’t a greedy man and was more than willing to let his subs play on their own. It’s what kept them happy, which, in turn, kept him happy.
Well, it helped. Colt was a control freak and was the first to admit it. He enjoyed being in control. Not only did he control what took place sexually between his partners and him, but in every aspect of his life. Work, pleasure, he made certain very few problems cropped up. He worked hard to avoid difficulties and disorder.
But having added two more personalities to their family did pose its own potential set of problems. He saw an inevitable rivalry between Gilly and Avery and knew he would have to settle any discord quickly and decisively.
As Colt closed the door to the master suite, heading for the bathroom for a shower, he couldn’t possibly know how soon his peaceful household would erupt into chaos.
Chapter Four
Gilly glared at the other man, something akin to hate churning in his gut as he looked Avery up and down. He didn’t know what his problem was. He was as confused as the small cowboy as they glared at one another across the gleaming surface of the stainless prep table.
“I was here first. That puts you on the bottom of the pile, pretty boy!” he snapped, reaching for a bowl of apples. He had to go to work at the hotel, but had wanted to make breakfast before he left.
“Says you,” Avery returned, snatching an apple out of the bowl and biting into it. “I didn’t see you getting Colt’s cock shoved up your ass. I’d say that puts you on the bottom of the pile.”
The truth of that fact burned Gilly. Anger flared up again. Even as he had enjoyed fucking both Bliss and Clarissa, everything deep inside him wanted the attention of the handsome Dom. That he hadn’t gotten it the night before, his new place within the budding family now questionable, he had to wonder if there was any place for him to fit in.
If he was honest with himself, and he always tried to be, he had wanted Avery as much as he wanted Colt to want him. It was as if Avery was being kept away from him and Colt just couldn’t be bothered. When he could have shown Gilly that he was equally desirable, he had left them alone in the room to play. Avery had left shortly after Clarissa finished giving him a blow job, claiming he was exhausted. He hadn’t even glanced in Gilly’s direction.
That had certainly stung, which made him now wonder why he was even still here. He should leave, chalk up the nig
ht of hot sex to experience, and get back on track. He was in Silver for one reason. He didn’t need to play second fiddle to Avery or anyone else. He would find his own partners, ones devoted just to him, as he would devote himself to them. They would love each other and they would create their own family in Silver.
With that thought in mind he left the apples, both whole and chopped, on the table. He didn’t clean up after himself. And he ignored Avery as he went for his coat and grabbed the box of equipment he had brought with him the night before.
“What are you doing?”
Gilly shot the other man a scathing look. “Leaving. What I should have done last night.”
Avery straightened from where he’d been leaning against the counter. He frowned. “Why? I thought you liked it here.”
“No, you like it here. I want to leave. I have things to do.”
“But you’re coming back.”
Gilly opened the door leading out to where his car was parked. “No, I won’t be coming back.”
As he juggled the large box in his arms he reached back and closed the door. Avery stood there in the window looking at him in confusion, a frown on his handsome face. Gilly felt his lip curl at the innocent expression on the man’s face. He really didn’t understand why he was leaving.
Why should he? Colt thought Avery was perfect. So perfect he hadn’t given Gilly another thought once the Fairy Princess had made an appearance. It was an unkind thought, but he shoved away his guilt as he opened the back door on his car and all but threw the box inside. It tipped over, sending the case with his knives sliding to the floor, along with the empty containers he’d brought the ingredients for the dishes he had prepared. He swore and slammed the door. As he turned he all but ran into Colt.
Looking up, Gilly swallowed hard when he saw the expression on the man’s face. There was fire in the dark eyes and he knew without asking he was in trouble with the Dom. Why he should care, he didn’t know. He was leaving, right? The guy couldn’t tell him he had to stay.