Chapter Thirteen
Circle of Friends
The apartment, quiet after the guys left, lulled Sasha to nap on Neal’s couch. He woke to find Neal puttering around in the kitchen.
“What do you feel like for dinner?” Neal called over his shoulder.
“I don’t know. Nothing super heavy,” Sasha responded, still full from the huge brunch earlier.
He sat up on the couch and picked up a USB photo frame from the side table. He advanced through several pictures of Steve at the park, of the big man photographing something else. Steve’s camera was huge and looked professional in the pic.
“Do you and Steve shoot as a hobby?”
Neal looked up and stared at him.
Sasha laughed and clarified, holding up the frame. “With cameras, I meant.”
Neal waved a spatula at the walls. “All the photos here are his.”
Sasha blinked, impressed. He looked back at the frame and advanced to the next one. There was a shot of Neal and Steve together, both shirtless, in front of the fence to one of the beaches. The look on Steve’s face downstairs floated to his mind, and the day before when he drove into the parking area. He flushed with arousal.
Neal seemed occupied with cooking. Sasha watched him, wondering how sensitive his sense of smell really was. If he was really a cat, or Siberian tiger, it would be several hundred times better than any human’s.
He could smell when Sasha got hot.
That gave him all sorts of ideas. He breathed deeply, his ribs hardly reacting, and stroked himself. Neal seemed intent on ignoring him, assuming he knew. Sasha moaned a little, getting into it, and then unzipped his jeans. He gripped his own shaft and started pumping smoothly.
That got the big guy’s attention. Neal strode over and caught his hands. The top reached behind him, to the nearby coffee table and its many drawers, and retrieved a pair of fluffy-lined restraints. He locked Sasha into them, hands behind his back above the swell of his ass.
“What’s your safe word?” Neal murmured in his ear.
“Lemon, but you knew that.”
Neal’s hand closed on his jaw and lifted his face until they stared at each other. “I want you to give it to me every time.” He tightened his hand, threatening. “Every time.”
Oh, yeah. This was a top. Every fucking fantasy Sasha had, all wrapped up in a tight Marine body.
No wonder he fell head over heels for the big jerk.
“Yes, Boss.”
Neal chuckled. “Do you trust me?”
Sasha frowned. “Yes. Why do you ask?”
Neal kissed him. It caught him off guard and he didn’t react right away, then opened his mouth and let Neal taste every inch of him. Neal’s mouth moved sideways along Sasha’s jaw to his ear. “The boys have been begging me to let them taste you. And I can tell you want them. What do you think, should I be a generous top?”
Sasha’s heart sped up. “You’re serious? You’d let me? Who?”
“Steve, for one, and Carlos has had a hard-on for you since you got here, even all banged up. He’s got a serious thing for twinks.”
Sasha laughed, a puff of air from his nose. He bit Neal’s neck, since it was right there, and all. “Who says I’m a twink?”
“Walks like a duck, quacks like a duck…”
“Maybe I’m a duck, Boss.”
Neal’s hand closed on Sasha’s dick and his head fell back as the big fingers stroked him. “I say you’re a twink. What do you think about that?”
“Just fuck me. I don’t give a shit what you call me.”
Neal laughed and stood. “Be prepared. Carlos is well endowed.”
Sasha’s heart started to pound. “You mean it? You’ll let me play with them?”
“As long as you clear it with me first, and use barrier protection, I’m cool. My guys, though, not just anyone.”
“Fair enough.”
“No one else here, though, without clearing it with me first. And no customers, not ever. Especially the wannabe tops.”
Sasha nodded. “Yeah, I agree to let you pick. I trust you, but I’m not an idiot either. I’m not going looking for trouble.”
His lover hesitated. “We don’t have to do this right now…”
Sasha shook his head. “No, I’m game.”
“You sure you don’t want food first?”
“Yeah. What about you?”
Neal reached down and cupped his face in one big hand. “You are really something, you know that?”
“Fuck me already.”
“They’ll be ecstatic.” Neal strode over and pulled the skillet off the fire and turned off the stove. Sasha stood, excitement quickening his breathing. Neal led him into the bedroom, a warm large hand on the small of his back.
Stripped and waiting, a new fitted sheet covered the mattress but nothing else. Neal had him wait by the foot of the bed and undressed him, unbuttoning his shirt with gentle fingers and slipping it off around his restraints.
Sasha stood waiting, his cock aching, as Neal called Steve and Carlos. It only took a couple minutes for them to show up and then the door opened.
Carlos gasped when their eyes met and blushed. He moved further into the room to allow Steve to enter, but didn’t take his eyes off Sasha’s.
Honest-to-Gods, a blush. Sasha wanted to smirk, but didn’t want to embarrass the man. Instead, he put a little sway into his hips as he walked toward him and watched Carlos’s eyes lock on his cock.
Steve, standing behind them by the door, chuckled. “Where’d you find this one, Sarge?” He closed the door.
Neal grinned. “Start slow, he’s got history.”
Carlos’s shocked gaze met Sasha’s. “Bad?”
Sasha shrugged. “They’re not gonna be able to do it ever again.”
The Latino’s big brown eyes widened. “You’re not as soft as you look.”
“Fuck me and find out, then.”
Carlos’s breath came out of him, his lips parted, and his tongue peeked out to moisten them. He lifted his shirt off in one quick movement and then slipped out of his pants, no underwear in the way. When Sasha looked over, Steve already stood next to the bed, naked. Hiding his disappointment, Sasha mentally promised himself to watch the other man next time, even if it meant making them take turns stripping so he didn’t miss anything.
Carlos had a smattering of body hair scattered over his chest and arrowing down his sternum. It circled around his naval before his treasure trail lead to a thatch of trimmed pubic hair. Neal’s earlier statement proved true. A long length thickened and curved up as Sasha watched.
Steve’s smooth skin and miles of chocolate-colored muscle contrasted with Carlos’s as they stood side by side. Sasha shivered in anticipation.
“What’s your safe word?” Steve asked him.
“Lemon.” He cleared his throat, voice breathy with excitement.
“We’re gonna play with restraints this time, you okay with that?” Steve asked him.
Sasha nodded. “As long as Neal’s in the room.”
Carlos walked over toward the bed and Sasha watched him. Steve came up behind Sasha and pressed himself along his back, except his wrist restraints interfered with Steve getting close. Of course, the big man’s thick cock was right there. Sasha grabbed it in both hands and squeezed.
Steve pulled back and unclipped the chain connecting his wrist restraints. He led Sasha over to what looked like a massage table but was actually bondage furniture like the one downstairs. His heart sped up as Steve clipped first one wrist, then the other, to rings on the side of the table. The large man’s hand cupped the back of his leg and squeezed.
Carlos watched them, stroking himself, and Sasha glanced over at Neal. He reclined on the bed, a proprietary expression on his face as he surveyed them. He’d left his clothing in a pile by the bed and lay back, utterly at home in his body. His presence turned Sasha on, as well as making him feel safe.
Carlos moved then, retrieving the lube from the bedsid
e table, and snapped it open.
“Here,” Steve murmured.
He held out one hand so Carlos could squeeze lube into it. Steve turned and kneeled behind Sasha. He massaged both sides of Sasha’s ass, big round movements that bounced his cock and sent tingles up and down his body. Then Steve pressed Sasha forward, canting his ass to the room. He continued his steady massage, stroking around Sasha’s opening but not getting close.
Sasha, desperate now, moved to try and impale himself on those thick fingers, but the black man kept them out of reach. Sasha watched over his shoulder as Steve used the fingers of his left hand to squeeze his ass open, and squirted a thick layer of lube onto his opening. Steve’s other hand massaged it up and down, around and around, and then rimmed the edge with a firm finger. He kept up that smooth massage, pressing hard but not penetrating, until Sasha wanted to cry from need.
Carlos and Steve had a brief argument after that about who would get to be first, but Carlos promised a monster blow job to Steve later for the privilege. Smug pleasure warmed Sasha as they fought over him. Steve smoothed a condom, then lube, along the Latino’s length, squeezing hard enough that Carlos pumped his hips a couple time.
“Now, show our Sasha why you’re called the Steam Train, big boy.”
Carlos grinned and moved behind Sasha. His hands, hotter than Steve’s, stroked his skin gently. “How ready are you?”
“Gods, Carlos. Fuck me already, please. I want that inside me so bad I can taste it.”
Carlos leaned over him and brushed his ear with his lips. “Not yet, you can’t,” he murmured. He nudged himself into Sasha, not gentle but not enough to hurt, and rocked. Sasha pressed back, his body very ready, and Carlos hilted himself inside Sasha with a powerful thrust of his hips.
Sasha cried out and laid his face sideways on the table, surrendering to it. Steve’s warm hands circled his wrists and unclipped the restraints, and Sasha squeezed the sides of the table with both hands.
Thick enough to be almost painful, and certainly it would have hurt without all of Steve’s preparation. Carlos’s length pounded into Sasha like it touched every nerve center.
Including his prostate.
Carlos’s hands traveled all over Sasha’s body, stroking his hair, his back, then his front. They traveled lower and circled his cock, but didn’t touch it. Then as Sasha started to get close, Carlos grabbed him roughly and started pumping Sasha’s cock fast and hard. His knees buckled, but with Carlos so close to the table all it did was add weight to the man fucking him. It shifted the angle just right and the orgasm started. The noises, as they did with Neal earlier, started to echo in the room without Sasha’s conscious control. He came, shooting semen clear across the table and clenching Carlos’s dick inside him. Carlos pumped a few more times and then bounced him with a powerful thrust.
Steve appeared with a towel and cleaned the table. He retrieved a fresh one and came over to Sasha and started to rub him down. The towel was not only heated, but damp, like a slice of heaven. Then Steve clipped Sasha’s hands together in front of him. Picking him up like he weighed nothing, the big man laid him on his back on the table and went to clean Carlos. The big Latino stumbled over to the bed and lay down on his back, and Neal stroked his fingers through his hair, watching Steve with interest as he pulled Carlo’s condom off and rubbed his dick clean, making the Latino writhe under his hands.
Steve grabbed a towel and wiped his hands off, then used some cleansing gel. He bent over and clipped Sasha’s hands over his head on the table, then clipped both feet to the corners of the table.
Carlos whistled. “You’d better get ready, Doc.”
“For what?” So sated he could hardly form two syllables, much less another hard-on this close to an orgasm that big.
“Don’t be givin’ it away now,” Steve admonished.
“Let’s just say Steve likes to give,” Carlos told Sasha.
The big black man winked at him and then took Sasha’s cock in one hand, and his balls in the other. Sasha wasn’t quite sure what he did, but he could barely see straight. His voice came out of him in pants and shouts and he pulled at his bonds, for the first time in his life wishing he wasn’t restrained. Usually it was the other way around.
Then Steve bent forward and sucked Sasha’s cock and his balls into his mouth at once.
“Fuck,” Sasha shouted.
He was vaguely aware of Carlos moving on the bed and Neal coming around behind him, but couldn’t focus enough to watch. That in itself was a first for him; usually he loved to watch. But Steve’s mouth massaged him, his tongue rubbing against his balls, and then his slick finger slid inside Sasha’s now slack anus to pump in and out.
Sasha writhed, throwing his whole weight into it, but the restraints held firm. Steve sucked at him until he was about to come and then pulled free. Steve laid his head on Sasha’s hip and blew gently across the heated skin.
“Steve.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Gods, don’t stop.”
“What makes you think I’m stoppin’, little man?” He massaged his finger against his opening, making Sasha writhe again. “I’m right here, baby.”
“I…” Sasha trailed off. “Gods.”
“You don’t have to call me that. Steve’ll do jus’ fine.” He stroked the hot skin of Sasha’s cock with a warm hand. “I’m letting you rest. Don’t want to wear you out.”
“Please, Steve.” He met the big man’s twinkling gaze. “Please. Fuck me.”
Steve bent closer and nuzzled his ear. “Oh, I ain’t fuckin’ you, baby. Not yet. This is foreplay.” His hand closed around Sasha’s shaft and started pumping hard and fast. He sucked Sasha’s ear into his mouth as he did it. “Now, I want you to come so hard for me that you can’t say my name right.” Steve nuzzled him again. “I want your seed to spill all over your stomach.”
Steve buried several fingers inside Sasha’s ass as his other hand pumped his shaft. His own cock bobbed next to Sasha’s leg, thick and moist. The dark pink head sat on top of the chocolate shaft like a cherry and Sasha wanted it inside him so bad he could taste it.
Sasha strained against his restraints, his mouth open to pull in the air. When he came, hot fluid spattered his chin and covered his chest and stomach. Steve pressed his legs open against his restraints and continued to massage inside him, prolonging the orgasm somehow and making Sasha whimper.
Sasha looked over at the bed and blinked. Neal knelt behind Carlos, buried to the hilt in his ass. How had Sasha missed that until now? Both men had paused, though, staring at him. Neal met his gaze and smirked, then started pumping inside Carlos. Sasha’s breath caught as he watched them.
“You like watchin’ them, huh?” Steve noted. He unclipped Sasha’s arms and then his ankles.
“Steve-O, get over here,” Neal commanded. “Let Carlos take care of that.”
Sasha rolled to his side as Steve approached the bed and the younger man swallowed his erection. Steve started rocking his hips as Neal resumed his strokes.
Carlos shivered, caught between the two men, then shuddered. Neal thrust once more and collapsed against him, pumping, and Carlos twitched. Sasha watched as Carlos braced himself until Steve climaxed in his mouth.
Afterward, Carlos shot Sasha a smug look and he glared back. Envy that the other man got both Steve and Neal at the same time tried to push out his afterglow.
Carlos chuckled and went to shower with Neal. Steve scooped up Sasha and moved him to the mussed bed. He curled up next to Sasha, a huge warm weight around his body, and stroked him from the back of his head to the swell of his ass. Sasha tried to stay awake but his body gave up, sated.
Chapter Fourteen
Marking Territory
Sasha woke late the next day to a quiet room. He loved sleeping sandwiched between Neal and Steve. A note on the bedside table told him Neal had work in his office, but that Mario would make him something to eat.
Sasha certainly wasn’t going to starve here, that
was for sure…
He took a quick shower and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and slipped downstairs.
“Hey, babe,” Neal greeted, looking up from his computer. “You hungry?”
“I am, actually.”
“Good thing I own a restaurant, then, huh?” Neal chirped. He stood. “Come on, I’ll walk you over.”
Mario, as it turned out, found the fact that Sasha was a vegetarian to be a challenge. The cook prepared a thick wrap for him, filled with vegetables and a tangy sauce, and had him sit down. Neal kissed him before returning to his paperwork across the hall.
Sasha sat at the best table in the Factory’s restaurant. Shoved in the corner of the kitchen, the cooks scurried around him, getting ready for the lunch rush. Over this busy kingdom ruled Mario, the iron fist in the oven mitt.
Munching on his veggie wrap, Sasha watched the huge cook. The man stood with hands on hips barking out orders. Distaining chef’s whites, he wore a red muscle shirt that showed off bulging biceps and tattoos. A bandana covering a short crew cut replaced the required hair net. Mario also wore the black cargo pants and combat boots like the rest of Neal’s men. He differed in one major way from the others.
“Neal tells me you’re not a tiger,” Sasha prompted between swallows.
“Nah, too tough, didn’t need those shifter germs to heal me.” Meaty fingers gestured at furrowed marks that trailed down the side of his neck. “Got chomped and clawed a bit is all.”
“So you weren’t bitten?”
“Yeah, it bit me, but a bite isn’t a surefire guarantee. Not everyone bitten gets it. Guess I just got strong genes.” Mario shrugged.
“Yeah, but it messed up his pretty looks.” Paul pulled out the chair next to Sasha and dropped into it.
“Beard hides the ones on my face. Besides, now you have a better chance with the ladies.”
Paul rolled his eyes. “Like there are so many around here.”
Sasha stuffed more food in his mouth to muffle his giggle. He certainly didn’t plan on complaining. The hot guy ratio suited him just fine.
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