DanielsSurrender

by Sierra

  As Daniel surrounded his balls with one hand, and grasped his cock with the other, Matthew watched, entranced as Shannon slid one of her hands down to toy with the short, sparse curls between her legs.

  Like Matthew, she’d let her pubic hair grow back in, creating an intriguing veil over her pussy, but she’d made frequent use of Daniel’s magic cream along the lips of her vagina, leaving them plump and bare, ripe for the licking. Now her fingers slid over those bare, slippery folds in perfect time with Daniel’s pulls on his cock. Matt felt his eyes rolling back in his head, and he struggled to hold back his orgasm. As badly as he wanted to come, he wanted to feel her around him, and to feel Daniel in him when it happened.

  Matt pulled away, and it was probably a good thing because Daniel thought in another minute he’d have shot his load all over his back. The other man flopped across the bed, one hand banded brutally around the base of his cock, obviously struggling to hold off his orgasm.

  With Matthew out of commission, Daniel turned to Shannon. She knelt before him, one arm crooked behind her head and the other buried between her legs. The sight was more than he could resist, and he shot Matthew a pained look.

  “Condoms?” He bit the word out, and then lunged for the dresser Matt indicated with a flip of his hand.

  Holding Shannon’s eyes, Daniel rolled the protective sheath over his cock. His only thought now was to be inside her. She willingly let him guide her down to her back, and obligingly draped her legs over his thighs when he knelt between them. When he dragged her up the incline of his legs, impaling her on his waiting cock along the way, she hummed her pleasure and wriggled, taking him even deeper.

  Once he was fully seated, he held still for a moment, savoring the feel of her rippling around him.

  Then he began to move.

  It was odd, making love to her while looking into her eyes. She was totally open to him, and he could only marvel at her willingness to expose her every thought and feeling to him. He tried to keep his own gaze shuttered, unwilling to show her his soul even as he wallowed in the beauty of hers.

  With each driving thrust, Shannon writhed in his arms, but she didn’t go over. Her reticence drove him to new heights, stroking and probing, dragging the top of his shaft over her swelling clit with every thrust, but she still didn’t come.

  “You need something more,” he panted, delving into her eyes the same way he was delving into her body. “Tell me what you need to make you come.”

  She panted at his words and reached up to clutch at her own breasts. The sight was breathtaking, but he wouldn’t let her distract him.

  “What can I give you, angel?” he demanded. “Tell me.”

  So she did.

  “Let Matthew take you.” She paused to shudder through his involuntary jerk, and then repeated, “Let Matthew take you while you take me. I want us all to be together. I need you both so much tonight.”

  Daniel felt a tremor of unease tiptoe up his spine—he’d never been fucked anally, though he’d done his share of fucking. But she was looking at him as if she expected him to deny her, and he just couldn’t do that to her. Not tonight.

  Drawing her up so she straddled his thighs, still buried in her welcoming heat as far as he could go, he pressed an almost chaste kiss to her lips.

  “You’re sure you don’t want him to take you? To fill you up at the same time I do?” He didn’t hold out much hope she’d change her mind, and she didn’t disappoint him.

  “If you want to give me my fantasy,” she met his eyes hopefully, “you’ll let me feel you come while he’s inside you.”

  The mental picture almost had him coming then and there. Taking a deep breath and praying for control, he turned to look at Matt, who was watching them intently, one hand still banded around his cock.

  “Got any lube, Matty?” At his words Matthew flashed his infectious grin, and rolled over to reach into a drawer. Daniel gave the other man’s ass a wistful look before lowering Shannon to the bed.

  He could hear Matt behind him, rolling on the condom and slicking lube along his formidable length, as he wedged his knees firmly under Shannon’s thighs. Digging his cock as deep into her pulsing sheath as he could, Daniel leaned forward, opening his legs and exposing himself to Matthew’s probing fingers.

  The lube was cool and slick, but Matt’s fingers were hot and rough as he worked the slippery gel into Daniel’s anus. Daniel felt his flesh resisting, Matt’s fingers slipping and sliding, first one, then two, and then the rush of relaxation as his body took what it wanted, drawing Matt’s fingers deep into his tight opening.

  Daniel had had his ass messed with before, but nothing had prepared him for Matthew’s invasion. Matt took a long time preparing him, as if he’d been fantasizing about this for so long he was determined to make it perfect. And he was. He was making it so perfect Daniel was ready to beg by the time Matt slid that long, thick cock in deep.

  Fuck. So this was what kept the other man coming back for more. This agonizing pleasure. This excruciating thrill.

  It didn’t take Matthew long to establish a rhythm that had Daniel moving in instinctive counterpoint. Each time he pulled out of Shannon, Matthew filled him to overflowing. Each time he pressed in, Matt’s cock dragged over the sensitive tissues of his hole, pulling out until only the very head of his cock rasped over the nerve-rich opening of his anus.

  Shannon held his eyes the whole time. She clutched at his forearms where they were braced next to her hips, and rose into his thrusts, straining for her orgasm. When his strokes grew choppy and lost their rhythm, which happened far sooner than he wanted, she pulled his hand to her pussy, placing his fingers over her clit in a frantic hint.

  Holding her eyes with his own, he stroked rapidly, determined to feel her convulse around him before his own pleasure robbed him of his sanity. When she did, the visual was amazing. Her body arched, breasts swaying. Her pussy swelled, flushing even redder around his pounding cock. But what really blew him away were her eyes.

  As her orgasm took her, her eyes never left his, and they were filled with such love that if he’d had a heart it would have broken then and there.

  As it was, when she fell silent beneath him, he felt a strange ache in his chest.

  Aches and emotions were quickly pushed aside, though, when Matt’s cock hit just the right spot to send him through the roof. Once he’d found it, Matt continued relentlessly strafing his bulging cockhead over Daniel’s prostate until Daniel’s low growl escalated into a shout of release and his cock spurted strongly, jerking into Shannon’s still twitching sheath and sparking another, tiny orgasm, dragging a low moan from her.

  As his muscular hole clamped down on Matt’s cock, Daniel gasped in desperation. “Fuck it, Matty. Fucking come!”

  Matt clamped his teeth into Daniel’s shoulder, and with a growl of his own began to jerk against Daniel’s back. Matt’s ejaculation seemed to last for hours, and each jerk pulled an answering throb from Daniel’s own dick. And each of his throbs drew a ripple from Shannon’s pussy. It was a never-ending cycle of sex and orgasm, and Daniel thought they all might never stop coming.

  Finally, Matt slumped over his back, and Daniel managed just enough strength to direct them to Shannon’s side before collapsing to the bed.

  He felt raw and shaken, and suddenly very, very vulnerable. Shannon, ever the caretaker, seemed to sense his turmoil. Turning on her side to face him, she cupped his cheeks in both hands and kissed him gently.

  “Thank you,” she whispered against his lips. “I don’t think I’ll dream any more tonight.”

  With the last of his strength, Daniel pulled her closer and, wrapped in the arms of his lovers, let the darkness take him.

  * * * * *

  It was still dark the next time Daniel woke. This time Shannon was deeply asleep, curled up next to him, clutching his hand like a lifeline. When he sat up, Matt stirred, rubbing a hand over his face before blinking up at Daniel.

  Sliding from the bed, Danie
l gathered his clothing and headed for the bathroom, unsurprised when Matthew followed him.

  “I need an audience to take a piss?”

  “She’s going to expect you to be there when she wakes up,” Matthew pointed out in a voice that was just a little too calm.

  “I don’t have any clothes here.” And damn, but was Daniel glad of that little fact. He knew if he stayed, he’d sink into their affection until it drowned him. He’d never escape. He’d end up like his parents, destroying the best thing that ever happened in his fucked-up life. Hurting the two people who gave nothing but themselves over to his care.

  Daniel wished he believed in the kind of happily-ever-after Matt and Shannon deserved. They never pushed him for more than he could give, but for how long? Eventually they would want more, demand more. In the end, no matter what happened, the outcome would be exactly as his father had predicted. He would be weak. Weak and alone.

  “Well, then you’d better wake her to say goodbye.” Matt cut him off before he could protest. “Huh-uh, no way am I doing your dirty work.”

  With a final, probing look, Matt returned to the bedroom, and by the time Daniel had finished dressing, he’d curled up behind Shannon, spooning her into his body as if he’d been born to hold her.

  Giving Matt a dark look, Daniel sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his hand over Shannon’s cheek.

  “Shannon.” He kept his tone low, but his voice penetrating enough to wake her. “Angel.”

  She murmured his name and nestled her cheek into his palm.

  “Fuck,” he muttered. “Angel, I need you to open those beautiful eyes for me.” When her eyes finally cracked open, he let out a breath of relief. “I’ve got to go, baby.”

  She blinked, confused, and asked, “Is it morning already?”

  He smiled soothingly and said, “Not yet, angel.”

  “Then come back to bed.” She might not be fully awake, but she definitely knew what she wanted.

  “I can’t, angel. I’ve got no clothes here. And no way can I go into work tomorrow wearing yesterday’s suit.”

  She sighed against his hand, and he gave in to the urge to press a soft kiss to her parted lips.

  “I’ll see you tonight, angel.” He cut his eyes to Matthew. The other man’s eyes gleamed smoky-blue in the dim light from the bathroom. “Both of you.”

  “’Kay,” she mumbled, already sliding down the slippery slope of sleep.

  “We’ll be there.” Matt’s voice, by contrast, was unnervingly alert.

  And the look in his eyes followed Daniel all the way home, and into his cold, empty bed.

  * * * * *

  Time passed, and Daniel let it. Every day he fell deeper under the spell of his lovers. Shannon’s selfless giving and Matthew’s exuberant embrace of life seemed to soothe all the hurts of his past, leaving him in a state of cautious happiness.

  He’d spent hours on the internet and on the phone, checking out employment at schools within a fifty-mile radius. He’d be damned if he ever saw his angel in the position to be hurt again. When she’d caught him at it, she’d kissed him deeply and laughed.

  “Baby, there will be troubled kids in any school where I teach.”

  He hadn’t found her words reassuring.

  He and Matthew put their heads together, working to create the perfect birthday celebration for her. Something worthy of the sunshine she brought into their lives. Matthew insisted he wanted to do something worthy of the woman he loved. Daniel wasn’t ready to go there, but he agreed she deserved a night as special as she was.

  * * * * *

  Daniel toyed with Shannon’s fingers as he pulled into the parking lot at the Whitney. The mansion, built in 1894, was stunning. Matthew had joked that one of Shannon’s long-lost relatives must have been responsible for its existence.

  Three floors of intimate gourmet dining awaited them inside. He gave his keys to the valet and escorted Shannon in. He’d booked the entire first floor reception room for Shannon’s special night. The room, which normally seated twenty, had been cleared except for one elegant table set for three. In one corner, a jazz trio played softly.

  He led her up to the third floor, into the Ghost Bar. She looked around in wonder at the high vaulted ceilings and bronze light fixtures. The sunset reflected through the Tiffany windows, casting rainbows on her golden-brown hair, and he smiled at the dazzled expression on her face. Seating her at a cozy table, Daniel ordered a bottle of red wine for them to share until Matthew arrived.

  Shannon looked beautiful. He had treated her to a trip to the spa, where she’d been primped and pampered all day long. Her skin, which was usually flawless, glowed like polished gold, and smoky shadow made her brown eyes even more luminous than usual. Under Shannon’s liquid gaze, he knew there was nothing he could deny her. More, there was nothing he wanted to deny her.

  Daniel had decided for her birthday he was going to fulfill Shannon’s request and spend the entire night with them, in his bed. It was a huge step for him; he’d never allowed a lover into his bedroom, let alone into his bed. His room was his private domain, his place to escape. The one place he didn’t have to be in control. He’d always been loath to share his inner sanctum, but not tonight. Not with Shannon gazing at him with her doe eyes.

  A knot formed in his stomach as he realized this time with Matt and Shannon had been the longest relationship of his life. He waited for the usual panic to settle in, the panic he felt whenever he thought about their future. It wasn’t there, and for the first time in his life Daniel was contemplating further than tomorrow. While he couldn’t share his craving with Shannon and Matt yet, he reveled in it. A quiet kind of joy seemed to wrap itself around him. He smiled at her, probably the freest smile he’d ever given anyone.

  * * * * *

  Matthew looked at the clock as he whipped his red Viper onto I-75, and cursed softly. This new affinity for the family business was great. He loved that he, Marcus and Meredith were working so well together. What’s more, he enjoyed working with them. And since the discovery of drugs on the Coleman A. Young Convention Center construction site, he’d been an integral part of the ongoing investigation. But, fuck, it left so little time for him to have a life.

  Now he was running late for Shannon’s birthday dinner, and while he knew she would forgive him, he wouldn’t forgive himself. And God only knew how Daniel would react. For someone who wasn’t emotionally involved, he certainly was protective of his angel’s feelings.

  Glancing in the rear-view mirror, he frowned at the white mini-van weaving behind him, riding his bumper. With a quick glance to the side, he efficiently changed lanes while dragging the tie from his hair. Daniel seemed to love running his hand over the sleek tail he customarily kept it in, but Shannon was obvious in her delight in running her fingers through its length and dragging her nails over his scalp.

  Matt had always enjoyed dressing to please his women, and later dressing to see the sapphire gleam in Daniel’s eyes, but he’d never taken such satisfaction in knowing just the look of him would speed up their breaths and cause their bodies to harden or soften in arousal.

  The white van had weaved into the lane Matthew had changed to, so he moved over once again, while digging for his cell phone. If he was going to be late, the least he could do was call and tell her so. It was dusk, and the van behind him had on its bright lights. The glare reflected in Matthew’s rear-view mirror, causing him to squint and curse as he fumbled with his phone.

  Cursing again, Matt read the flashing signs warning of road construction ahead. He reluctantly hit the brakes when he caught the red glow of taillights ahead.

  The man behind him did not.

  One second Matthew was slowing for the construction traffic, fumbling for his phone, imagining the look on Shannon’s face as she sampled the scrumptious vanilla crème brûlée Daniel had ordered for dessert. The next he was staring, wide eyed, in the rear-view as the white van that had menaced him for the last several miles plowed to
ward him, showing no signs of stopping or even slowing down.

  The impact threw Matt against his seatbelt, smashing his head into the steering wheel. Dazed, he felt himself jerked back by the momentum of the car as it swung into a fast, graceful spin. Before he could brace himself, a black Prius barreled up on him. He caught a glimpse of wide, horrified eyes and a flash of blond hair as the driver saw him spinning in her direction, and tried to stop.

  It was too late. Before Matt could brace himself, before he could do more than think of Shannon and Daniel, and how they’d need to take care of each other, the Prius slammed into the driver’s side of the car. Then Matt couldn’t think of anything.

  Chapter Nineteen

  The wine arrived and Daniel toasted her with the Chateau Les Roques, Loupiac. She may not be able to say the name of it, but the wine slid like silk over her tongue. Matt and Daniel took such good care of her, fussing over her, buying her gifts. This dinner, this restaurant was incredible. After a low-voiced conversation with the maître ’d, Daniel told her their meal would be ready for them any minute, and would be served when Matt arrived.

  In his deep, velvety voice Daniel began to describe their meal. He had ordered sage roasted chicken and whipped potatoes, and her mouth watered as he described the vanilla crème brûlée they would finish off with. He talked about food the way he talked about sex, slow and provocative, using descriptive words that enticed the senses.

  They’d been sipping their wine, talking quietly in the candlelight, when Daniel began checking his watch. Matt was late, and she was beginning to worry. Daniel just looked irritated. Reaching over, she laced her fingers through his where they rested on the table.

  She pushed down her worry and said, “I’m sure he’s just caught in the construction. Traffic was a bear when I came home today, and it was only three.”

  Daniel took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles one at a time. With a wry smile he commented, “I’m just surprised he’d keep you waiting. You’re the most important thing in his life.”