When Morning Comes

by Avril Ashton

  Logan got to his feet, stomach churning. Nervous energy filled his veins, and sweat trickled down his spine. He couldn’t stop the smile that spread as he turned away. His fantasies were coming true. After years of pining in secret, his fantasies were finally come true. Ryan knew he was a submissive. That was good. He didn’t need to know anything else. In the morning—Please, God—they’d be able to salvage their friendship. Tonight Logan wanted to be selfish.

  “Get the lube, plugs, and condoms, too,” Ryan said behind him.

  Logan stripped in record time, and then fished everything out of Cassidy’s backpack. He brought them back to Ryan, who took the items with an approving smile.

  “Cassidy, hands and knees.” Ryan got behind Cassidy as the blond got down on all fours on the bed. “Logan, come here.” Ryan patted a space next to him on the mattress.

  Logan climbed up and waited, silently. Ryan handed him the lube and a butt plug as long as Logan’s index finger and twice as thick. “We’re going to plug this greedy little one.”

  Logan’s cock jumped at that. He watched Ryan squirt lube onto his finger then ease it into Cassidy’s tight hole before doing the same. Cassidy moaned as Logan pressed his finger inside beside Ryan’s. Cassidy’s ass was tight and fucking hot, a snug hole that pulled on Logan’s balls with each roll of Cassidy’s hips. More lube and more fingers, one each from Ryan and him, and Cassidy’s moans escalated. His muscles rippled around Logan’s fingers. He wanted to stroke himself off, but he couldn’t. That was his Sir’s privilege now, and just that thought was enough to take Logan to the edge of orgasm.

  “Plug,” Ryan said. His eyes were narrowed to slits, nostrils flared as he glanced at Logan. After making sure the plug was lubed, Logan removed his fingers. Then Ryan did the same, and he pushed the plug into Cassidy.

  “Oh, God.” Cassidy rocked.

  Ryan smacked Cassidy’s smooth ass a couple times as Logan fucked him with the plug.

  “Good boy,” Ryan murmured. “Fuck his hole with it. Hard.”

  Logan slammed the plug in then twisted. Cassidy flinched, his hole contracting around the plug.

  “That’s good.” Ryan smoothed a palm down Logan’s back.

  He moaned, arching into the touch.

  “Lie there,” Ryan told Cassidy, “and watch as I take care of Logan.”

  Cassidy rolled onto his back with a short nod, face red, cock leaking pre-cum on his stomach. Logan wanted to suck him off. He stared at Cassidy’s cock, fucking juicy, and licked his lips.

  “If you’re a good boy I’ll make you suck him,” Ryan whispered in his ear. Logan jumped, and Ryan chuckled. He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his knee. “Come here, boy. And give me the paddle.”

  Oh, God. Logan’s limbs turned to liquid. He couldn’t move. His blood sang. Ryan stared at him, so Logan hurried over, positioning himself until he lay lengthways over Ryan’s lap, his naked cock hard and trapped between Ryan’s thighs.

  Ryan gripped an ass cheek, squeezed, and Logan bit his tongue to stifle a whimper. He needed. So bad.

  “Safe word?”

  “Rose.”

  Thwack. The first hit startled him, and he jerked. The next landed in the same spot, then the next. And the one after that. Logan moaned, lifting his ass up to catch each blow as it fell. Before long his ass was burning, his cock was dripping, and his moans couldn’t be contained. His entire being sang. His nerve endings tingled. He finally had what he’d wanted for so long.

  Ryan alternated ass cheeks, the blows burning Logan’s ass, spreading fire through his veins. He fisted his hands and rocked into each stroke.

  Ryan murmured words, soft, encouraging words that flowed over Logan, cool and soothing. Ryan brought his thighs together, closing them around Logan’s dick.

  “Ungh.” He groaned and fucked himself on the paddle, shoving his shaft deeper between Ryan’s thighs for more friction. The blows let up. Then smack. Ryan’s hand on him. Skin to skin.

  Logan shook, his eyes watering. A finger traced his crack, circled his hole. He closed his eyes and arched, searching for that finger, opening up for it. A lubed digit breached him while a palm came down on his ass, hard.

  “Fuck. Oh, God.” It was the first time something other than his own fingers or a dildo had entered him.

  The thick finger snaked into him, hitting his knot, pressing on it.

  “Oh. Oh, please, Sir.” His toes curled, and his teeth ached as he clenched his jaw. His balls churned, cock ready to explode. “Please.”

  “Come.”

  A hard smack accompanied the soft spoken word, and Logan went off like a rocket, hard and fast, coming in torrents. His hips jerked and jerked, and the finger in his ass kept probing his spot, making him dizzy.

  When he finally came down off that high, Ryan was there, kissing his nape, caressing his ass. “You’re a natural, boy. So good.”

  Logan whimpered at the praise.

  “Get on your knees,” Ryan said. “Clean up the mess you made. Cassidy, help him.”

  Logan slid off Ryan’s lap and onto the floor. His face heated to match his ass when he saw his cum all over Ryan’s thighs.

  “Lick it up.”

  Fuck, see if he didn’t. He bent and flattened his tongue over the inside of Ryan’s thigh. Cassidy joined him, and together they licked Ryan clean. His friend’s cock stood up hard and angry, the length a golden brown, the tip a light shade of pink, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Ryan’s balls were tight. Logan didn’t know how Ryan held on to his control, but Logan ached to take him in his mouth, swallow him down.

  “Kiss him.” Ryan’s voice drifted to Logan. “Lick your cum off Cassidy.”

  Fuck. He’d just come, but Logan’s shaft still managed a semi at that command. He grabbed Cassidy by the hair and hauled him close, mauling the man’s mouth as he sought the taste of his own cum. Cassidy shuddered and opened for him, tongue nibbling, twining around Logan’s.

  “Mmm.” He held Cassidy tight, struggling to gather his control as the other man’s taste surrounded him. He tasted like Logan’s cum, and sweetness, all kinds of sweet, forbidden things. Logan wanted to devour him, lose himself in Cassidy’s mouth, his soft lips and hungry bites.

  “Fuck, that’s so hot.” Ryan moaned above them. “Okay. Enough.”

  They parted with a wet plop, and Ryan smiled. “My boys, so fucking greedy, aren’t you?” He winked and stroked his cock. “Cassidy, come up here.” He motioned for Cassidy to sit on his lap. “Logan, stay there. I want you to help Cassidy to sit on my cock.”

  Logan licked his lips and waited as Cassidy staggered to his feet and climbed onto Ryan’s lap. He straddled Ryan, knees on either side of him on the bed.

  The plug in Cassidy’s ass winked at Logan.

  “He’s still plugged, Sir.”

  “Then take it out.” Ryan handed him the lube. “Make sure he’s ready for me.”

  Cassidy hovered over Ryan’s erection, arms around Ryan’s neck as he waited, ass in the air. Logan grasped the base of the plug and pulled it out gently.

  Cassidy moaned and writhed.

  Teeth biting into his bottom lip, Logan squirted lube on two fingers and pushed them into Cassidy. The blond took them with a gasp and a moan, muscles tightening around Logan’s fingers, making his dick jerk. Logan hissed. He removed his fingers then held Cassidy by the waist and positioned him until Ryan’s cock head was at Cassidy’s entrance.

  Ryan cursed. Cassidy sank down on him gently. Logan refused to let him go, and he couldn’t stop staring as Ryan’s shaft disappeared inside Cassidy’s tight hole. Cassidy eased down and down until he sat on the top of Ryan’s thighs, head thrown back.

  “Fuck.” Ryan locked gazes with Logan. “Help him fuck me, boy.”

  Logan groaned. “Yes, Sir.” He tightened his hold on Cassidy’s hips and lifted him off then slammed him down.

  They all groaned. Logan’s ass clenched. He wanted to be filled. He was fucking jealous of Cassidy, getting to feel Rya
n inside him, and he was also jealous of Ryan getting to fill Cassidy’s ass. He bent and licked down Cassidy’s crack, not stopping when he got to where he and Ryan were connected.

  Cassidy writhed, and Ryan grunted. Logan dipped lower, sucking Ryan’s balls into his mouth one by one.

  “Shit. Logan.” Ryan panted as he slammed up into Cassidy.

  Logan ignored the warning in Ryan’s voice. He’d take his punishment later. He released Ryan’s balls and dragged his tongue lower, stiffening it and probing Ryan’s entrance.

  Ryan’s thighs spread wider. “Fuck. Yeah, eat me. That’s it.”

  Logan licked a finger and slid it up and down Ryan’s shaft as it pistoned in and out of Cassidy, even tapping at Cassidy’s stretched hole as he buried his face in Ryan’s ass, loving him with his mouth. Grunts filled the room. The smells, lust, sweat, and naked sex permeated the air and teased Logan’s nostrils. He breathed it in while stabbing the tip of his tongue into Ryan’s tight entrance.

  “Shit. Shit.” Ryan bucked up, slamming into Cassidy, opening his ass for Logan. “Logan, no coming,” he said. “Come, Cassidy.”

  Harsh groans filled the room, firing Logan’s blood as the two men reached their climax. His balls ached, heavy with the need to come, but he held himself off, listening to Ryan’s command.

  “Logan, come up here.”

  He scrambled to his feet and got on the bed. Ryan stared at him, eyes glazed, face flushed.

  “Give me your cock.”

  Shit. Logan knelt above him, a knee at either side of Ryan’s head, and guided his cock to his best friend’s lips. Ryan took him inside.

  “Fuck.” Logan’s ass clenched. Hot wetness surrounding him, and he flexed his hips, pushing deeper into Ryan’s mouth. His best friend kept his gaze on him, encouraging, so Logan thrust harder and harder. Ryan sucked him hard, with gusto, like he wanted Logan to come, wanted him to fill his mouth with his seed.

  With one last roll of his hips, Logan gave it up, coming down Ryan’s throat. His friend’s eyes closed, and then his lashes lifted. Oh, man. Logan didn’t know what the look in Ryan’s eyes meant. He knew what he wanted it to mean, but he couldn’t go there. Ryan milked him dry, and then they all three collapsed onto the bed, Cassidy in the middle.

  They didn’t speak, everyone trying to catch his breath.

  “Anybody hungry?” Ryan asked finally. “We can do room service.”

  Cassidy’s stomach answered with a rumble. They laughed, breaking the tension in the room.

  “I was too nervous to eat before I came,” Cassidy said. “So, yeah. I could do with a burger.”

  Logan nodded. “Me, too.”

  “Okay.” Ryan got up and swung his legs off the bed. “You two stay put. I’ll order it.” He padded to the bathroom, all naked and glorious with his skin on display. His ass muscles flexed as he walked, and Logan stifled a moan.

  Ryan disappeared into the bathroom, and water flowed as he cleaned up.

  “When will you tell him you’re in love with him?”

  Chapter Four

  Cassidy smiled at the shock on Logan’s face. “You don’t hide it very well, what you feel.” He patted Logan’s cheek when panic shadowed his eyes. “I can see clear as day, but I think your friend is still clueless.”

  Logan shook his head. “I don’t—it’s complicated.”

  “I bet.” At least Logan didn’t deny it. “Do you think this, tonight, won’t change your relationship?” he asked. “Because let me tell you, that’s wishful, and stupid, thinking.”

  “I know.” Logan looked away. “I just—there’s no other way to have him. I can’t lose him.”

  Cassidy frowned. “Why would you lose him?”

  Logan shrugged, but didn’t answer. The dark-skinned man was obviously conflicted. Cassidy wished he could make it better, but Logan had to figure things out for himself. Besides, Cassidy was a stranger, despite what went on in the hotel room. They moved in different circles, and this was a one night fantasy. When the sun came up, they’d go their separate ways.

  That thought chilled him, but really, it couldn’t be helped. He had to remind himself of that before he got even closer to the two men. He rubbed Logan’s shoulder as he listened to Ryan order their food.

  He’d wanted a chance to lose himself and not have to think, and he’d gotten that. Cassidy couldn’t complain. Tomorrow he’d go back to his job as lawyer at Martin, Singh and Demph, and forget the men he’d shared his body with. They were complete opposites, Logan and Ryan, but they worked. Ryan was gentle yet firmly in command. He wore his Latino looks well, his body cut and defined perfection. Both men had amazing bodies. But they were insanely wealthy, so they could afford the best trainers and all that. Cassidy had to spend hours in the gym down the block from his apartment to keep his ass in shape. Logan was a giant, with skin like milk chocolate. His voice was rough and gruff, his demeanor not one that inspired softness. He was an alpha in every way, yet he’d looked so fucking gorgeous on his knees, and on Ryan’s lap, taking that paddle to his taut ass.

  Cassidy was attracted to them, and he thanked his lucky stars for the chance he’d been given to experience this night with both of them. He’d commit everything to memory to unlock later when he was alone, with his cock in his hand. He’d foregone dating to focus on his career, sacrificing everything. The few lovers he’d had hadn’t been able to satisfy the cravings he’d had to submit, to be taken care of. His job was demanding. He knocked heads with power players all day long. When he came home at night, he wanted to lay that weight at someone else’s feet and have them make it okay.

  Tonight was the closest he’d come. From the second he’d looked into Ryan’s eyes when he’d opened the hotel room door, Cassidy had known he’d get what he wanted. He hadn’t counted on Logan adding a different, but so fucking sexy, element to it. He wanted them. Was that wrong to say? He wanted them both, for more than one night.

  Shit. He didn’t have a choice though, so he’d take what he could get. He sidled closer to Logan and kissed him. The other man’s hands smoothed down Cassidy’s sides and over his ass. He moaned and pushed against Logan’s hand. Logan chuckled and touched him, the pad of a finger against Cassidy’s tender hole. He was still slick, Ryan’s cum still inside him, but Logan slid two fingers into him, fucking him deep.

  “Hmm.” Cassidy mewled and rolled his hips, pushing back, fucking himself on Logan’s digits.

  “Food’s on its way.” Ryan came into the room, a gleam in his eyes when he saw what they were doing. “Still needing, boy?” He crawled up the bed and settled in the middle of them. Logan’s hand disappeared from Cassidy’s contracting hole, and he whimpered.

  “Greedy.” Logan laughed softly.

  Ryan kissed Cassidy on the lips. Cassidy opened for him, and then Ryan pulled away and kissed Logan, kissing him hard. “No playing for you two until you eat.” He winked at Cassidy. “Can you wait that long, boy?”

  A shiver raced down Cassidy’s spine. “I’ll try, Sir.”

  “Don’t try. Do.” Ryan put his arms around both Cassidy and Logan and tugged them close.

  Cassidy snuggled closer, inhaling Ryan’s musk. He liked it, being in Ryan’s arms. Too long since he’d had the opportunity to snuggle up with anyone. Now he had two men.

  “Tell us about you while we wait for the food, Cassidy.” Ryan’s words weren’t a request.

  “I’m a lawyer at Martin, Singh and Demph. We’re based in midtown Manhattan, but I commute from Jersey,” Cassidy said. “I work too hard, according to my mother. I also need to give her some grandkids.” He chuckled.

  Ryan raised an eyebrow. “She doesn’t know you’re gay?”

  “Oh, she knows. She doesn’t care about that.” Lydia James didn’t care who her son loved. “I’m her only child, so she wants them any way she can get them.” He smiled. “She’s the best, but I do dodge the questions about why I haven’t settled down with a nice guy yet.”

  Logan snorted. “Your mom sou
nds like my parents.”

  “Yeah? They give you grief, too?”

  “Nah, no grief.” Logan’s expression turned pained. “They just refuse to accept that I like men. They barely tolerate me.”

  “That why your name is always in the papers?” Cassidy asked. “You’re always on Page Six with a new boy toy on your arm.”

  Ryan snickered. “He’s a man-whore.”

  Logan punched Ryan lightly on the forearm. “Hey, I’m a lover.”

  Most of what Cassidy knew about Logan Sabourin and Ryan Mora he knew from the gossip pages, but he could see that not even half of it was true. He’d seen pictures of Logan and his parents, his father a French national born into money, and his mother an African-American former beauty queen turned hard-hitting reporter, now retired. They looked the image of a perfect family, but obviously the public didn’t know Logan’s parents didn’t accept him. That clearly hurt Logan. The pain didn’t leave his eyes. Cassidy reached across Ryan and swiped his thumb across Logan’s bottom lip.

  “I’m sorry about your parents,” Cassidy said softly.

  “It’s okay.” It was a blatant lie, but neither Cassidy nor Ryan called Logan on it.

  “I didn’t make out good in the parents lottery either.” Ryan sat up, propping a pillow behind his head. “Oh, my parents are okay with me being gay.” He scowled. “They just hate the career path I chose.”

  Cassidy frowned. Career path? “I thought you were one of those trust fund kids—”

  “Doing nothing with his life, just spending Mommy and Daddy’s money?’ Ryan shook his head. “I write mystery novels under the pen name, R.J. Omar.”

  Cassidy gaped. He knew that name. “Really?”

  Ryan nodded, his eyes shining. He was proud; Cassidy saw it. Proud of what he did. He knew Ryan’s father was the founder of a large and hugely successful import/export trading company. Cassidy wasn’t sure what Ryan’s mother did except look regal at her husband’s side.

  “Oh, yeah,” Logan said. He propped his head up and gazed at Ryan, emotion in his eyes. How come Ryan didn’t see how much his friend loved him? Or maybe he didn’t want to see? “He’s an international, and New York Times, bestseller.”