by Lynda Aicher
“Perfect,” he gasped. “You’re incredible.”
He withdrew then plunged back in, his hips rocking as he slowly fucked her mouth. She opened and let him, all of the control completely his. She had no worries. Nothing.
In that moment, he claimed her.
She whimpered at the emptiness when he eased out of mouth. “More,” she pleaded. She needed more of him. More of the sensations devouring her. More of the freedom she’d only found when bound by him.
He chuckled and plundered her mouth in an almost punishing kiss. His tongued traced the shell of her ear before he whispered, “I’m going to fuck you hard, Allie.” He worked his erection over her pussy, the thick harness teasing her to a point of desperation.
“Yes. Please, Seth.” Her voice was so light and wispy she doubted he heard her. But it didn’t matter. In the next moment he had a condom on and was pressing into her wet, waiting channel. She arched and clench. The pleasure was beyond amazing. “Yes. Yes,” she chanted, the single word the only one she was capable of saying.
“Damn.” Seth’s face twisted in an openmouthed gasp. He thrust hard before pausing, his cock buried completely within her. The look that passed between them was full of unspoken questions, but there was no doubt. The rightness rang true like it had last night and vibrated between them.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered. He dipped his head and bit the tender junction of neck and shoulder. “You’re ours, Allie.” He turned his head. “Right, Tyler?”
* * *
The commanding gaze pierced Tyler across the expanse of the loft. It pinned him to the wall, the intensity stealing his breath. His fist clenched around his throbbing cock, the cotton pants hiding nothing. Caught.
Allie gasped and twisted her head to stare at him. Sweat broke out on his nape and his heart accelerated as he scrambled to answer.
“Yes, Seth,” he rasped. “She’s ours.”
Seth pulled back and plunged into Allie with a force that rocked her forward. She locked her feet behind his back and tilted her hips to meet his next thrust. They moved together like they were made to do so. Power and grace combined.
Tyler licked his dry lips and squeezed his dick. He spread his feet wider and his head dropped against the wall as he resumed his jerk-off session.
He’d been around a lot of sex, witnessed more unsavory acts than he wanted to remember. But this he would never forget. His fist moved in time with Seth, each plunge matching the downward pull on his cock. It was like he was right there, pushing into Allie with the other man.
It was kinky and so fucking amazing.
The whimpering, needy sounds from Allie reached across the room to circle around him. Seth was driving into her now. The muscles down his back and thighs flexed with each clench of his ass. The thought of Seth taking him, owning him like that had Tyler tensing against the wave of blistering desire that overtook him.
He clenched his teeth and resisted the urgent need to come.
“Seth,” Allie panted. “Please. I’m gonna come.”
“Wait,” Seth snapped, his gaze holding Tyler’s over the distance. “Hold it.”
Tyler gulped back his desperate denial. Allie tossed her head. The effort it took to obey was visible in her pinched features. He understood her perfectly. He squeezed the tip of his dick, the pain working twofold to withhold his orgasm and conversely build it up.
Seth reached between them, his hand going to Allie’s pussy, and she sobbed another plea to come. Tyler rose to his toes as if that would allow him to outrun his need.
“Come for me.”
The loud bark of command was the sounding bell he’d been waiting for. Tyler exploded, his orgasm bursting out of him with Allie’s cry of release as his backdrop. The sharp bites of pain down his back and through his ass enhanced the rush. Hot come shot over his fist and he worked his hand to extend the release until his calves shook with the strain.
Seth’s fierce growl echoed through the room when the Dom finally allowed himself to come. Tyler couldn’t take his eyes off the sight. Seth’s back was bowed, his hips pressed hard against Allie, his face one of ecstasy.
Tyler sagged forward, catching his hand on his knee before he toppled to the ground. His pulse roared in his head to accompany the harsh sounds of their breaths. It took a bit before he had the strength to stumble to the bathroom and clean up.
He grabbed a fresh towel and took it out to Seth and Allie. “Here.”
Seth rolled off Allie and Tyler tossed him a box of tissues from the end table. He freed Allie from her cuffs while Seth took care of the condom. Her eyes were still dazed, the pupils large and luminous. He brought her arms down and rubbed them, knowing they were probably sore.
She turned her head and finally seemed to focus on him. A soft smile formed on her red lips and his stomach flipped.
She rubbed his leg. “You’re okay with that?”
He sat back, his gaze going to Seth’s. The man was stretched out on the other side of her, his head propped on his hand. Still naked, neither of them seemed to care.
He couldn’t contain the burst of happiness that rushed through him. Laughing, he shook his head. “Hell yes. That was fucking hot.”
Allie’s eyes widened, surprise holding for a second before she broke out laughing herself. “You’re right. It was,” she said around another round of snickers that mingled with Seth’s low chuckle.
Impulsively, Tyler plastered a kiss on both of them. He leaned back, his cheeks hurting from the force of his smile. “Let’s do that again. Soon.”
“Hey.” Allie shoved his shoulder. “Next time I get to watch.”
Oh, holy... Tyler’s cock twitched, the blood rushing there once again.
“Deal,” Seth said, his eyes burning through Tyler.
Oh, yeah. That would be hot, too.
Chapter Eighteen
The low beats of music played through the loft as the sun’s rays lengthened across the floors. Seth read through the news headlines on his tablet before flipping over to skim through his email. He’d gone downstairs and put in a few more hours of work that morning, but his to-do list was steadily stacking up.
Deklan and Jake had left daily messages—email, text and phone—inquiring about the situation with Tyler. The most recent had included questions about Allie. Her car in the underground garage hadn’t gone unnoticed.
He studied her where she rested at the other end of the couch, their feet entwined in the middle. The black T-shirt rode high on her thighs, the deep V-cut revealing the gentle swells of her breasts. She glanced up from her phone and shot him a sexy smile from under her lashes before looking back to her screen.
He’d kept his responses brief and vague. What was developing between the Tyler, Allie and him was between them alone. Where the relationship was going was still unknown and not discussed, but he was working to make it last. The thought of this ending left a big, empty hole in Seth’s chest. One that had only been filled in the last few days.
“So what’s for dinner?” Tyler asked as he returned from the bathroom. He placed a kiss on each of their cheeks before plopping down in the space they created between them.
“You’ve stretched the meager contents of my kitchen about as far as they’ll go,” Seth answered. “I’m thinking takeout tonight.”
Tyler laughed in agreement. The sound was a balm to Seth’s guilt. Seeing the change in Tyler since that first night made everything worth it. Everyone deserved a chance to laugh. And Seth had things in motion that would give Tyler that chance, permanently.
“We could always run to the store,” Allie said, and they all turned to stare out the windows. The rain that had plagued them for days had faded into the stagnant humidity that was normal for this time of year.
“Naaah,” they said almost in unison, which made them all laugh. Obviously the thought of leaving their bubble earlier than necessary didn’t appeal to any of them.
“I’ll find the takeout menus,” Seth said, hea
ding to the kitchen. “There’s a surprising number of places that’ll deliver down here.” The club wasn’t located in the best area, but it was improving every year. “Or we could order something up from the club.” They served a basic bar menu, primarily consisting of burgers, salads and appetizers.
“Let’s see what you got in takeout,” Tyler said. “I’m starving.”
“Sure.” He turned back to Allie. “Can you put the medication on Tyler’s back while I dig these up?” The slashes on Tyler’s back probably didn’t need the ointment anymore, but Seth was overcautious.
“I’m fine. Stop fussing over me.” Tyler scowled at both them. “Nothing hurts anymore.”
Maybe not on the outside, but Seth was pretty certain there was still a lot of emotional pain going on inside of Tyler. Even if he didn’t show it. Was there a chance they were helping him with that too?
“Indulge us then,” Seth said as he pulled open the drawer containing the stack of takeout menus. “Or do I need to demand it?” He was only half kidding about that.
“Come on.” Allie grabbed the ointment. “I’ll be quick, and it’ll make him happy.”
Tyler rolled his eyes but stood up and whipped the back of his cotton pants down to display a blatant full moon before lying down on the couch. Seth bit his lip to hold back his laugh-mixed groan. That bit of defiance was just as attractive to him as the man’s body. More so. It was that fire that’d made Tyler a survivor and hadn’t allowed the world to break him. Seth respected that on so many levels that went way deeper than any Dungeon play ever could.
“I think you just want to touch me,” Tyler joked with Allie.
Her laughter floated across the room. “That’s a given.”
“Then forget the ointment and come here.”
Over the back of the couch, Seth could see the two of them kissing. He couldn’t describe the strange feeling that went through him whenever he watched Tyler and Allie together. It wasn’t jealousy, but more contentment. Despite what anyone else might say, this threesome worked for them. And that was all that mattered.
He brought the menus over and lightly smacked Allie on the back of the head with the papers. “I thought you were taking care of him.”
She looked up with a smile, having caught the lightness in his tone. “I am.”
“Are you weaseling in on my girl?” Tyler tracked Seth as he came around from the back of the couch.
“Scoot.” Seth motioned for Tyler to lift up.
Tyler grinned before moving just enough to let Seth to sit down. He waited for Seth to settle then rested his head on Seth’s thigh. Seth couldn’t stop his gaze from traveling down Tyler. His pants were pulled down to midthigh, giving them a clear view of his nice ass. Any shyness between them was long gone.
Almost automatically, Seth rubbed his palm over Tyler’s neck. The long sigh that left Tyler was copied by Seth. He tweaked Tyler’s ear and picked up the conversation. “She’s not your girl, she’s our girl.”
“And I think he’s weaseling in on you,” she teased. Her concentration was on her task as she carefully spread the medication over the few remaining scabs.
“Only because you’re busy.” Seth tugged on a curl and pulled her up for a quick kiss. “Here.” He handed Tyler the takeout menus. “Take your pick.”
Tyler pushed up on his elbows and shuffled through the small stack. “Any preferences?”
“Is there Thai?” Allie twisted the cap on the ointment tube and went to the kitchen to wash her hand. She moved with a natural grace that seemed to flow from her shoulders. Her back was always straight, but now there was a lazy swivel to her hips that wasn’t there when she’d first arrived.
Tyler sorted out two menus meeting her request. He looked to Seth. “Which is better?”
Seth grabbed the red one. “This place has the best basil fried rice.”
“Oh. That sounds good.” Allie pushed on Seth’s shoulder until the two men scooted down the couch to make room for her on Seth’s other side. She plucked the menu from Seth’s hand, and Tyler tossed the rest to the floor.
“How come you don’t cook?” Tyler asked.
Seth shrugged. “No time or need.”
“I get the ‘no time,’” Allie said. “And cooking for one sucks.”
Tyler snatched the menu from Allie. “If I had your kitchen, I’d cook every night.”
“So get a job cooking.” Allie grabbed the menu back from Tyler then shot him a warning glare when he made to take it back.
He sighed and dropped his hand. “Doesn’t pay enough.”
She flipped the menu over to read the back and thankfully didn’t respond. She handed the menu to Tyler then ducked underneath Seth’s arm to rest her head on his chest before changing the subject. “Where’d you guys grow up?”
Seth wove his hand through her curls, liking the way it wrapped around the fingers. He could really get used to this. “Sioux City, Iowa.”
“Is that where you met Jake and Deklan?” Allie must know some of his history from Cali and Kendra. “Same school? Neighborhood?”
“No,” Seth huffed. “Foster home.”
Allie gave a grunt of thought. “I got the impression you came from money.”
Seth resisted the urge to rub his eyes and struggled against the ingrained habit of keeping that part of his life quiet. People always changed when they found out he came from money. It didn’t matter if they had it or not. There are just as many associations made about the wealthy as the poor, only everyone assumes that having money took care of your problems.
“My mother had money,” he finally told them. “My dad died when I was young, and my mother never really recovered from that. The first time she was committed to a psychiatric facility, I was twelve. With no extended family, the system swept in and placed me in foster care. It was Deklan and Jake who saved my ass at the crap home I was placed in.”
“What about your money?” Tyler frowned. “Couldn’t you buy your way out?”
Seth kept his disappointment buried. “There were provisions in place the next time it happened, but what rights does a kid have? I didn’t have access to the money, and the state wasn’t leaving a twelve-year-old alone, even if he did live in a penthouse.”
“Beats the shit out of the dive I was raised in.”
“Yeah,” Seth agreed, suddenly tired. “It probably did. But having money doesn’t mean your life is golden.”
“It sure as hell makes it easier.” Tyler scowled, his blue eyes challenging Seth to disagree.
He dropped his head to rest on the back of the couch. This was what he’d been afraid of. Just the knowledge changed perceptions. That was why he’d never fully shared with Jake and Deklan how wealthy his mother had been. They’d been the only ones at his back when everyone else bailed. Even his mother’s hoity friends had distanced themselves once it got out that she was crazy. And his other so-called friends? Yeah. He’d found out just how many he didn’t have then.
“I grew up in a rural area in northern Minnesota,” Allie said into the lengthening unease. “Big family, close community and so many restrictions I thought I’d choke on them. I couldn’t get away fast enough. Law school was my way of staying away. I’m never going to be the subservient wife my parents expect me to be.”
“So why do you submit to us?” Tyler tilted her chin up to search her eyes.
“I don’t know.”
The weight of her soft admission hung between them a moment before Tyler flashed a wide grin. “You know it’s hot as hell when you do, right?”
So crude, but true. Seth smirked at him. “No hotter than when you do.”
He ran his hand over Tyler’s naked ass. The muscles clenched under his palm, and Seth noted that Tyler didn’t wince with the action. Good. He ran his pinky up Tyler’s crease. There was the wince, the tensing, the head turning away. How did Tyler believe he could go back to whoring?
Allie glanced to Seth’s hand then jerked her head up to scowl at Seth. “I thought
we were ordering food.”
Tyler laid his head on Seth’s thigh but didn’t say a word about Seth’s hand. “I want the green curry.”
Seth would never force Tyler into anything, but this only reinforced his conviction that he was doing the right thing. Tyler was too proud to accept Seth’s money and he wasn’t mentally ready to go back to work. Of course, that meant squat, because Seth wasn’t letting Tyler go back to being an escort. Period.
He ran his hand down Tyler’s firm cheeks to reach that sensitive space behind his balls. He rubbed the spot, starting light then slowly increasing the pressure.
Tyler squirmed, turned his face into Seth’s leg and thrust his ass up. “You play dirty.”
“Maybe. But I play for keeps.” Seth kept up the sensual torture on Tyler, dipping down every so often to graze his balls. He cupped Allie’s head and nuzzled her neck until he cleared a path through her hair to her ear. He traced her ear with his tongue before whispering, “He’s ours, Allie.”
A small whimper escaped from her lips and she ran her fingers through Tyler’s hair.
Seth nipped her earlobe then her neck before adding, “And you’re ours. Remember that.” He leaned back and disentangled himself from them.
Tyler groaned and buried his face in the couch as Seth stood. “Bastard.”
Seth knew Tyler’s dick was hard and ready beneath him after his little massage. Served the cocky man right.
“Where are you going?” Allie asked, her cheeks flushed.
“You guys wanted food. Someone has to call.” Seth turned away, loving the second round of frustrated groans that came from both of them.
Yeah, they were his, and damn, but he hope like hell that he was theirs. Maybe then they would stay.
Chapter Nineteen
Tyler flipped the phone over in his palm, his thoughts on anything but what he knew he had to do. He glanced over his shoulder. The dark interior of the loft showed nothing but faint outlines of furniture lit by the soft glow of electronics and the dim light from the outside.