by Jenna Byrnes
“Then why try? Why not let me handle them for you?”
He blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Let me share your burden. I guarantee you’ll feel better.”
He backed up, waving his hands. “You’re confusing me more. You want something from me, and I know what it is. My sub. I can’t trust you.”
“You can trust me, Carter. I swear you can. I only want what’s best for you and Trey. Ask him if he trusts me. Look into his eyes. You know Trey better than I do. Ask him if he truly, honestly trusts me.”
Carter glanced at Trey but didn’t speak.
Trey nodded. “I do, babe. I trust him with my life.”
“You’re pulling something over on me. My head is fuzzy, and I can’t quite figure it out. But I can sense you are.”
“You’re thinking too hard, Carter.” Hawk stepped forward. “Relax, and let us help you. It’s all Trey wanted when he called me over here. It’s all I want right now. To make you feel better. And I think I know where to begin.” Hawk reached for the button on his jeans.
Chapter Six
Carter frowned. His head throbbed, his eyes burned, and his throat was as dry as a Texas dustbowl. If he’d been run over by a freight train, he might feel better. The obnoxious man in front of him was stripping out of his clothes, his huge cock already fully erect. Jesus, does he walk around that way?
Trey gathered up the man’s clothes and folded them, setting them on the dresser. Trey—beautiful, sweet Trey. His face looked like he’d been run over by a train. I did that. He wanted to die more than ever. The smaller, blond-haired man stood naked behind the big, broad Native.
“Why don’t you two shove off? Go in the guest room and do it before you leave, if you like. That’s all you really want, anyway.”
Hawk stroked his shaft, eyeing Carter hungrily. “If that’s all we wanted, why would we still be here?”
The question stumped him. He scratched his scruffy, unshaven chin. “How the hell should I know?”
“We want you, Carter. We want you to feel good again. I can’t think of a better way to achieve that than by letting us prove just how much we both want to be here.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Right, babe?”
“Absolutely.” Trey moved forward. “Let us love you, Carter.”
Tears welled in his eyes and he fought to swipe them away. “You both want something, I believe that. You don’t have to use me to get it. Just take him and go, Hawk. I won’t fight you anymore. I don’t have the energy.”
Hawk’s eyes burned into him. “You will have, by the time we’re through with you. You’re going to feel rejuvenated, and all fired up again. We’re not going anywhere, Carter. We just need to know that you want this as much as we do.” He continued to stroke himself, the slit in the tip winking at Carter.
Mesmerized, he couldn’t look away. His own cock had risen to a respectable height and he finally felt like he remembered what to do with it. Desire warred with mistrust. He really wasn’t sure about the big man, and though he did trust Trey, he could tell that Hawk had his lover under some kind of spell. “I’ll take a roll in the hay, but it won’t mean anything. The two of you are up to something. I swear, I won’t be surprised when I wake up to find you both gone with whatever is left of my fortune.”
Hawk shook his head. “Not going to happen. Let go of the negativity, Carter. Only then will you be open enough to see what’s truly important, and what’s being offered to you.”
He could easily be swayed by the big man’s words, and could understand how Trey had been so thoroughly won over. But he was in no mood to chat. Carter waved a hand. “Fuck this. I don’t want to talk. I want to feel that monster invade my ass so deep the head will poke out my mouth.”
Hawk smiled. “That can be arranged. What else would you like? Trey wants to pleasure you.”
“I don’t know. I can’t think straight.”
“Then let me think for you, sweet thing.” Hawk grasped his shoulders and drew him close. “Let me breathe for you.” He pressed their mouths together in a sensual kiss.
Carter inhaled. The offer was tempting. He could easily lie back and let Hawk take control. Part of him didn’t know if that was what he really wanted, or if it was simply the easiest thing to do.
His head throbbed. He was bone-weary. Maybe the easy way wasn’t such a bad idea right now.
He returned the kiss, running his hands up Hawk’s bare back. The man smelled of a mix of musk and citrus, and the aroma was heady.
Hawk pulled Carter to him forcefully, his kisses now harder, deeper, hungrier. When he paused to gasp for breath, he gazed into Carter’s eyes. “So, are you all in?”
Carter panted, his heart pounding. “I’m in, for sure. I’ll reserve judgment about going all in for now. But I’m definitely in.”
“Fair enough.” Hawk pressed another kiss to his lips. “Lie on the bed and relax. Let’s see how good we can make you feel.”
“My head still hurts,” Carter grumbled as he crawled into bed.
Trey smiled. “You’re not getting any more aspirin.”
Hawk grinned. “No worries. We’ve got something better to ease your pain. Trey, would you grab some lube and rubbers, please?”
Trey obliged while muttering, “Look at you, all polite and saying please.”
Grabbing him from the front and cupping his ass, Hawk squeezed both cheeks. “You’d rather I demand it?”
“You know I would.”
Carter watched them, his heart lurching as the men kissed. Quickly at first, it developed into a longer, more passionate exchange. His mind told him he should be jealous—wanted to feel the cold sting of envy, but strangely enough, all he felt was arousal. Watching them together was hotter than hell. His cock throbbed and pulsed.
Hawk pulled away and gave trey’s erect shaft a squeeze. “Get ready. When I tell you, I want you to prepare him for me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Turning back to Carter, Hawk positioned his legs and settled between them. “But first, I want a taste of this.” He blew on Carter’s bobbing cock and it twitched. A strategically placed lick, from base to tip, had it weeping.
Hawk paused to admire the bouncing appendage. “This is so hot. It was all I could do earlier to keep from attacking it while you slept.”
A thrill shivered down his spine, and Carter closed his eyes. “Next time, you have my permission to attack at will. I can’t think of a better way to be woken up.”
Pressing kisses to his inner thighs, Hawk sighed. “I’ll remember that, and take you up on it.” Nestling his nose in bristly pubic hair, he sucked both balls before focusing on Carter’s aching shaft.
Carter groaned with pleasure.
“Now,” Hawk summoned trey to join him with the lube.
As both men worked him over, Carter couldn’t help but be swept away with the intensity of it all. His cock felt warm and wet in Hawk’s skilled mouth. He could easily shoot and experience a blissful, earth-shattering climax. Except he never wanted the moment to end.
trey spread lube over the area before plunging his fingers into Carter’s tight anus.
The warmth and fullness made him shiver. Damn! So good. Glorious sensations he’d been missing all week made Carter gasp and moan. trey was amazing, but having two men attend to him was a heady feeling like nothing he’d ever enjoyed. The urge to climax was great, but he wasn’t ready for any of it to end. He opened his eyes and tried to think un-sexy thoughts.
“Mmm, someone’s close.” Hawk pulled away. “As good as your pre-cum tastes, I don’t want you to shoot yet. Hold it back, please. It’ll feel even better when you come with me deep inside your ass.”
Carter grinned. “Look at you, all polite and saying please.”
Hawk’s eyes twinkled. “You want me to demand it?”
“You can try! It’s been a few days, so no promises that I’ll be successful holding back.”
The man’s eyes darkened. “You’re the one who needs to try. Rememb
er, good behavior is rewarded. Bad behavior is punished. Sometimes quite severely.”
trey’s head popped up. “Be bad, sweetie. It sounds like much more fun.”
Laughing, Carter shook his head. He didn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell of holding back this first time. If he got punished, so be it. Maybe he’d enjoy receiving it as much as he liked doling it out.
“He’s ready.” trey moved aside.
“Good.” Hawk grabbed Carter’s knees and positioned him with care. “While I’m fucking his sweet, tight hole, crawl up there and fuck his face. I want to see him swallow you in one smooth motion.”
“Yes, Master!” trey hurried to oblige. “Thank you, Master.”
“Slut,” Hawk teased, nudging his cockhead to Carter’s fluttering opening. “Open up, pretty boy. I’ve got what you’ve been craving.” He pushed forward until the tip slid in.
Carter groaned, but before he could speak his mouth was filled by trey’s cock. Not just the tip, no warm-up, no foreplay. The whole shaft was forced down his throat in the one fell swoop the Master had ordered. Carter gagged.
Hawk smirked. “Nice, but don’t smother him.”
trey panted as he thrust in and out. “Feels so good!”
“You’re right, it does.” Hawk clenched his teeth and drove his cock home.
Carter cried out around his mouthful of flesh. He wanted to beg for a moment to acclimate to the huge intruder, but he wasn’t able to speak at all. Instead, he accepted the torment and the burning pressure that came with it. He squeezed his eyes shut to hold back errant tears.
Hawk plunged in and out of one hole while trey did the same to the other. Both of them grunted like rutting pigs, panting, gasping and cursing.
Carter had never felt more used. He’d also never been more turned on. Holding back from climax was only possible because no one touched his dick. The first time one of them did, he’d be lost.
His lust-filled pleasure-pain combo seemed to last for hours. He lost track of real time. The battering felt like it’d been going on forever yet at the same time, he knew the delicious torture hadn’t lasted nearly long enough. He craved more, needed everything the two studs had to dish out.
Hawk reared back and shouted, “Fuck this feels good! I’m close. trey, are you?”
“Oh yeah.” His voice was hoarse and throaty.
Carter’s balls drew up.
“Wait for my command.” Hawk grabbed Carter’s shaft and curled his fingers around the base. “You ready, big boy?”
Mouth still full, he grunted a definite, “Yes.”
Hawk tugged the skin of Carter’s cock twice, three times, and when the seed bubbled out he demanded, “Now.”
trey’s cock shot down his throat so fast Carter thought he might choke after all. It soon evened out and he could tell cum was sliding right down his gullet. He relaxed and accepted the heavy load.
Hawk’s hot spunk burned his already sensitized ass. The man wasn’t easily sated—his thrusts continued, pounding, incessant pressure, until he was spent.
Carter barely had time to focus on his own blessed release. Spurts of cum shot into the air, coating his stomach and Hawk’s hand. He watched as his lover scooped up the jism then licked each finger, smiling with pride at each of his submissives.
His heart lurched at the direction his mind had taken. Am I one of his slaves? Do I want to be? The idea both thrilled and terrified him. He liked what Hawk had said about sharing his burden, lightening his load. He just wasn’t sure he was ready to take that last step.
trey pulled out and leaned down for a creamy kiss, sucking Carter’s tongue into his mouth. He caressed Carter’s bare chest, tweaking each nipple and rubbing over the skin lightly.
Carter sighed with pleasure. “Thank you,” he whispered when trey sat up.
His lover gazed at him. “Thank our Master. Any pleasure we have is because of him.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not sure about the ‘Master’ part.” He glanced at Hawk’s face, and his heart melted at the disapproval he saw there. He’d just been given an amazing gift. The least he could do was be appreciative. He cleared his throat. “Thank you, Master.”
Hawk smiled and eased his cock out.
Trey hurried to dispose of the used condom and clean each of them up.
Rising, Hawk instructed, “Get dressed and meet me in the front room. We need to talk.”
Carter glanced at Trey and they both gulped.
* * * *
Hawk donned his clothes and went to the kitchen for drinks. The hole in the wall was a stark reminder that Carter had made some progress, but he still had problems. He glanced around. Trey had said that the place was a sty. He must have worked hard to clean it up.
He poured three glasses of sparkling water and met them in the living room.
Trey appeared first, tucking in his shirt. “Master?” He eyed the floor and the sofa, questioning where he should sit.
“Role-play is over, love. Sit where you’re comfortable.”
“Thank you, Hawk.” He leaned in for a quick kiss. “That was incredible, by the way. You’re something else.”
He ran a hand through the short blond hair. “That was just the beginning, although I agree it went better than expected.” Pulling Trey close, he nabbed one more kiss.
Carter joined them. “You two want some privacy?”
He rolled his eyes. “Sit down. Have a drink.”
The man’s eyes lit up before he spotted the water. “Can I get a shot of something in that? I’m hurting a bit here.”
“Would you just sit down, please? Trey, you too.” Both men sat on the sofa and Hawk chose the chair facing them. “We’ve got some decisions to make.”
“Look.” Carter waved a hand. “Like I told you earlier, I needed the roll in the hay, but it didn’t mean anything. You need to go on back home. Take Trey, leave him, I don’t really care. But nothing’s changed.”
Trey looked hurt. “Carter, everything has changed. Didn’t you enjoy what we just did?”
“We fucked, kid. It wasn’t rocket science, it’s a primal need.”
“I think,” Hawk spoke loud and precisely to get their attention.
All gazes turned toward him.
“That you are the bullshitter of all bullshitters, Carter Perry. What happened in there meant something. And it showed us all a key factor that is very important.” He waited.
They watched his face.
“We’re good together. We share similar tastes, and we all want basically the same thing. I think we should make our arrangement permanent.”
“Permanent?” Trey’s expression matched one of Raphael’s angels. He seemed truly delighted by the prospect.
Carter’s face was less than joyful. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Hawk called on his inner patience. “By that I mean I’d like you and Trey to move in with me. I know it would be a big adjustment, but my house is large enough for all of us. Each of you would have your own room, and plenty of space for all your things. Of course I’d hope most nights would be spent in my room. But that would be a matter of choice.”
“Leave my house?” Carter blinked.
Trey piped up, “We’re probably not going to be able to keep the house anyway, sweetie.”
Slamming his hand on the arm of the sofa, Carter shouted, “I’m not prepared to sell my home!”
Hawk raised a hand. “Of course you’re not. I wouldn’t expect you to do it right away. This is just a preliminary offer, up for discussion. And there is a caveat.”
Carter scowled. “I have to submit to you, right? I saw that coming a mile away.”
Hawk drummed his fingers on his knees, trying to remain cool and collected with Carter’s snippy tone. “I would never place a requirement like that on a relationship. BDSM is what it is. Participants either want to role-play, or they don’t. You’re fully aware that I’m a Dom and Trey enjoys submitting. Whatever develops between you and me will play out exac
tly as it’s supposed to. It might be a work in progress, taking its own time to develop naturally.”
Trey was beaming.
Carter stared at him like an alien from outer space. “Are you really this laid-back about everything? I’m not sure I buy it.”
He shrugged. “I’m not trying to sell it. Again, it is what it is.”
“So we do this, and a year down the line I decide I don’t like bowing and curtseying, and I want to be dominant again. What happens to us then? You say, ‘Oh sure, no problem’?”
Another shrug was all he could offer. “It depends, Carter. If by that time things are going well and we all love each other as much as I think we’re going to, we’ll work it out. If you’re not happy, maybe you’ll leave. If Trey’s not happy, he could leave. I can’t, in any possible scenario, imagine that’s going to happen. But life’s not certain. Sometimes we have to roll with the punches.”
“What’s the caveat?” Trey’s voice was a mere whisper.
Hawk gazed at him. The man wanted what he was offering so badly he could taste it. That’s okay, baby. I want it too. But they had to take care of business. “My one condition is for Carter.”
“Of fucking course it is.” Carter gave an exaggerated eye roll.
“Look at me,” Hawk snapped.
Carter obliged.
“Now, look at Trey.”
He did as directed, then glanced away.
“Look at him!” Hawk shouted, getting all their attention. “See the bruises? You did that to him. I won’t let you do that ever again.”
Carter’s shoulders began to shake. He buried his face in his hands. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!”
Hawk dropped to one knee in front of him. “I could be in love with you three ways to Sunday, but if you ever raise a hand to him again, it’ll only take minutes to toss your ass out the back door.”
“I won’t! I swear I won’t!” Sobs racked his shoulders.
“Good intentions are like wispy little puffs of smoke. It doesn’t take much for them to disappear.”
Carter looked up at him. “What can I do to convince you? Swear it? Cross my heart and hope to die?”