Bonds of Desire

by Lynda Aicher

  She opened her eyes and looked down. It was a decadent view of bodies and heads. Tyler made another groan then turned back to grip her nipple in his teeth. The air sucked through her lungs in a gasp. The bite bordered on pain—intense and immediate—then was gone, blooming into a thousand pinpricks of pleasure.

  Tyler was on his knees now, legs spread, hips pressed high to give Seth access to his ass. His eyes were squeezed shut, his attention on what Seth was doing. It was instinct blended with desire that had her reaching down to grab his thick cock. It was velvet soft and hard as steel in her hand.

  One hard stroke, and he thrust into her hand then pushed pack sharply. “Fuck.” The strangled curse hung in the air with the heady scent of sex and sweat. “Stop,” he panted, and they both froze. “I’m gonna come.” He ground his forehead between her breasts, his chest heaving. “I can’t. Not yet.”

  Relieved that was all, she couldn’t resist rubbing her thumb over the tip to smooth the precome over the sensitive head. He released a strangled sound, jerked up and grabbed a condom off the bed. She exchanged a smirk with Seth as Tyler tossed a second condom at Seth.

  “Get that on,” Tyler growled before he used his teeth to open the packet. Even watching them prepare themselves was sexy. He gave her a devious grin when he tucked a pillow under her hips then paused to run his fingers through her wet and ready pussy.

  A moment later he was drawing her hands over her head as he leaned over her. His eyes were dark and intense with need and anticipation. “I’ve been dreaming of this for weeks, but I never thought it’d come true.”

  There was no doubting the truth that shined in his eyes. Seth loomed behind him, his gaze almost reverent as he watched them. Yeah, she really could have them both. The future would sort itself out and it’d be okay, because not trying, not seeing, would be worse.

  Tyler rubbed his cock over her pussy before slowly sliding into her. She arched her back, her moan crawling up from the heated depths of her core. It was almost instinct to close her eyes and simply feel as the longing and ache was replaced by fulfillment and contentment. But she didn’t. Looking away from Tyler and Seth was impossible. Their emotions were exposed and open for her to see. And it burned her deeper than the heat that seared through her blood.

  She couldn’t put words to what she saw, but then, she didn’t need to. Their actions said everything. Extending her hands back, Allie gripped the bars on the headboard and let go.

  * * *

  Tyler bit his lip and swallowed back the sound that pushed up his throat. Allie was beyond beautiful beneath him. Her hands flexed around the bars on the headboard, a low gasp holding in her chest before releasing on a wave of surrender. The gift was humbling. He wouldn’t betray it either. Never.

  He pulled his hips back and made another long slide within her heat. She arched beneath him, her nipples pushing up tease his chest. She felt so incredibly good. Allie’s tight channel clenched around his dick, the hold on him tighter than any bonds. He was so close to having everything, and it still didn’t seem true. But he wasn’t dreaming, not now.

  Reaching, maybe, but not running.

  Seth’s hand smoothed down his back, chasing away his thoughts like a cleansing pass of renewal. This was a second chance, a new beginning that held all the promise he’d been denied his entire life.

  Seth leaned over Tyler’s back, his chest blanketing him in a heated promise. “I’ll stop if you say so.” The vow was spoken into his ear. “Just say it.”

  He couldn’t. Didn’t want to. This was his gift to Seth, but in just as many ways it was for himself. It was his choice solely because he wanted it. Needed it so much it scared him.

  He shook his head; words weren’t possible. Seth kissed his way back to Tyler’s nape, and Tyler felt the smile that curled over the man’s lips. The shudder that raced down his spine was instantaneous.

  Seth pressed a long kiss to that spot, his tongue tracing a circle before he leaned back. The air rushed in to cool Tyler’s skin, and his biceps started to tremble. Allie leaned up for a heated kiss that stole his breath. She cupped his face and took everything he had. She’d given up her grip on the bars to hold him instead, which calmed him, grounded him as much as Seth did.

  Seth urged Tyler to spread his legs farther before aligning his cock up to Tyler’s entrance. It was a feeling he knew well, but this time is was very different. For the first time ever, he’d asked for it and meant it.

  The pressure was there, followed by the familiar twinge and burn as Seth’s cockhead breached the outer ring of muscle. He flipped his head back and thrust into Allie before rearing back to seat himself fully on Seth’s cock.

  “You’re tight,” Seth groaned, his grip constricting around Tyler’s hips to hold him still. “Go slow.”

  The fullness was remembered, the burn common. But the surrounding sense of concern was all new. Allie below and around him, Seth above and in him. He never could’ve imagined a scenario more prefect than this. Thank you. Just...thank you. He didn’t know who he was thanking, but it went out anyway.

  “Move.” Tyler appreciated Seth’s caution, but he need to move. He couldn’t stay still any longer. “I’m not broken. Just fuck me.”

  Seth eased back then shoved into Tyler, forcing him into Allie. The cries that rang through the room tumbled from all of them. “Like that?” Seth grunted.

  “Yes,” Tyler and Allie answered in unison. Exactly like that.

  The sensations took him then. Seth began a steady rhythm that Tyler countered. The dual push and pull, hot and full was almost too much to take in. He was cradled between Allie’s legs and she urged them on, meeting each drive with a pump of her hips.

  Moisture beaded on his brow, the air-conditioning doing nothing to cool his overheated skin. It was going too fast, taking too long, both. Seth changed the angle so each thrust stroked over his prostrate. He cried out at the shot of bliss. His body screamed to come, but his mind fought to make it last.

  Allie reached between them, her fingers grazing his cock as she rubbed her clit. Each accidental scrape of her nails against his cock shot little flicks of pain to his balls that drove his orgasm closer.

  He tried to hold it back. He didn’t want to be first. Not before her. She thrashed beneath him, her face flushed, her eyelids heavy. With the tangle of curls spread out around her head, she reminded him of a wicked angel. He dug for his voice and forced out the command. “Come, Allie. Come for us.”

  “Yes.” Her pussy clenched him tight as she arched into the orgasm. Her soft cry was distorted by the curve of her neck, and he couldn’t resist the offering. He tipped his head and sucked on her throat and powered into her.

  “You’re perfect.” Seth’s drove into Tyler, nailing that spot. “Fucking come, Tyler.”

  That was all it took. Tyler roared into the tidal wave that swept over him. He buried his head in Allie’s shoulder and let Seth’s momentum carry him into her.

  A few more hard, jerking thrusts, then Seth gripped his hips and ground against Tyler’s ass as he came. He slumped over Tyler’s back, one hand bracing his weight, his breaths panting cooling gusts of air over Tyler’s nape.

  No one spoke for a moment. Tyler couldn’t even begin to form cohesive thoughts. He was spent, his body sated from head to toe in a way that made him doubt if he’d ever move again. Eventually Seth eased out of him, the pinch of sensitive pain barely felt. He did the same with Allie and then tumbled to the side.

  Seth brought him a cloth, and he mustered the energy to clean up. Allie and Seth did the same, the used items tossed over the side because none of them seemed to have the energy for another trip to the bathroom.

  Tyler turned to Allie and nudged her so he could spoon behind her. It was so natural for Seth to curl up at his back and tuck his arm around the both of them. The hum of the air kicking on preceded the cool breeze that followed. He inhaled and savored the scents of Allie and Seth so close to him once again.

  “Is this going to
work?”

  Allie’s quiet question filtered over him, voicing what Tyler himself was wondering. “I want it to,” he answered.

  “Yes.” Seth linked his fingers with Tyler’s over her stomach, and she covered both with her own.

  “Good.”

  Simple but true. This was good. They were good. And that was better than anything Tyler had ever had.

  Epilogue

  Seth sat on the low wall, his gaze traveling over the group of friends and employees across the open space. It was a beautiful fall day. The sun shone bright in a cloudless sky, but there was a cooler hint to the air. It was the northern airflow coming through on the breeze that made The Den’s rooftop deck inhabitable. As nice as the spot was, it didn’t get that much use during the summer and winter months. They’d never put the money into completing it properly, and it was mostly used by employees for smoking breaks. Maybe they’d be able to finish it now.

  He turned around to look down on the sparse cluster of people on the sidewalk below. The vigor of the protestors had dwindled significantly after The Den took an extended vacation.

  He could make out five people sitting on the curb, their signs propped against their shoulders or forgotten on the ground. There was probably one maybe two days of fight left in them before they gave up on the forgotten campaign.

  A burst of laugher floated over the air from the group behind him to temporarily block out the low beat of the music. It sounded good and soothed his worry a bit more. The Den had been closed for almost a month. Four long weeks that had turned out to be really nice. The unscheduled break had given them a chance to step back, do some remodeling and really think about where they wanted the club to go.

  The thump of boots behind him alerted him to Dek and Jake’s arrival. He turned back and accepted the beer Deklan held out. “Thanks.”

  Deklan tipped his bottle in silent salute then took a drink. The other men joined Seth, taking a seat on the ledge and assessing the surprisingly large number of people who’d shown up for their impromptu party. The support felt phenomenal.

  “Think it’ll work out?” Dark sunglass masked Deklan’s eyes, but there was an easiness to his friend that hadn’t been there before.

  “Yeah,” Seth answered. He really did.

  “It’s gonna be different.” Jake took a drink of his beer. “But I think it’s good. Your fuckup turned out okay after all.”

  Seth snorted a laugh around his mouthful of beer. He choked down the liquid then punched Jake in the arm. “Thanks, asshole.”

  Jake and Deklan still had his back. They always had, but Seth finally, really trusted it. While he’d been working things out with Allie and Tyler, the two men had been strategizing on how to save the club. Their partnership idea had been exactly what they’d needed. Both personally and professionally.

  Deklan tipped his bottle toward the crowd. “Looks like everyone took the news okay.”

  “Why shouldn’t they?” Jake leaned forward to eye the man across Seth. “We still own the majority share of The Den. The change impacts us more than anyone else.”

  After some long discussions with Noah regarding the legalities, they’d agreed to bring in four new partners to The Den. Each person had bought into the club, which had provided the needed cash to cover the closure costs and renovations they were currently finishing. It would also distribute some of the ongoing responsibility of running the club. After almost six years of business, the three of them were ready to step back a bit.

  “You never know how people will react.” Deklan shrugged. “We’ll see what happens when the news goes out to the general membership.”

  “It’ll be fine.” Seth was pretty certain of that, despite Deklan’s pessimism. They’d weathered the shit-storm Remington Harcourt had tried to dump on them and had come out better in the end. The politician, however, hadn’t thought through the fallout far enough when he’d started his campaigns against the leather clubs. The Den might have strict contract policies, but there were a lot of clubs that didn’t. It only took one video and a few pictures leaked to the press to change the media’s focus.

  There’d been some damage though. The Den membership numbers had taken a hit, but a majority of people had appreciated their caution and understood the closing.

  “I hope you’re right.” Jake stood and rolled his shoulders. “The four of them are solid.”

  Seth picked out their new business partners in the mesh of people. Marcus, Rock, Vanessa and Noah. All of them either worked for The Den or had been associated with it since it had opened. There was no way they would’ve agreed to work with people they didn’t already know and trust.

  “Yeah,” Deklan agreed. “It’s going to be interesting.”

  “That’s an understatement.”

  Seth agreed with them but didn’t bother to voice it. He scanned the party once again, but he already knew exactly where his lovers were. He stood up and finished the last of his beer. “I need a refill. Anyone else?”

  They both declined.

  Seth made his way toward the cooler, where he grabbed two beers and headed over to Tyler. The man was in his element, manning one of the grills they’d set up. He was working in tandem with The Den’s head cook, keeping everyone loaded up on burgers and barbecue. It hadn’t taken much persuasion for him to take a job as a line cook in The Den’s kitchen. He’d spent most of the last month learning everything he could and was talking about going to culinary school, something Seth and Allie fully supported.

  “Hey.” He handed Tyler the cold beer then dragged him in for a thorough kiss.

  Tyler opened to him immediately, giving as much as he took. He smiled when Seth let him go. His eyes were filled with a contentment Seth hoped never left. “Hey back.”

  “You stealing my cook, Mathews?”

  Seth grinned and winked. “He’s already mine.” The sharp bark of laughter from the cook was echoed by Tyler.

  “It’s a good thing I find that controlling thing sexy.” Tyler leaned in for another kiss before setting the tongs aside. He linked his fingers with Seth’s and gave a tug. “I think Allie’s missing us.”

  Allie was sitting around a table with Cali, Kendra and a few of the Dommes from the club. Even over the noise of the party and the low tunes of the music, Seth could pick out her laughter. Her smile was wide and she didn’t seem fazed by the male sub kneeling at his Mistress’s feet. Her comfort level with the BDSM world had grown tenfold since that first fateful night three months ago.

  She saw them approaching and, if possible, her smile got bigger. She rose from her chair and met them both with a welcoming kiss. The lingering sweetness of her wine tempted Seth’s tongue before he pulled back.

  “You guys look like you’re up to something.”

  Tyler let go of Seth’s hand to tug Allie between them. “Nope. Just checking on you.”

  “Right.” She leaned her head back on Seth’s chest and linked her arms around Tyler’s waist. “I think you were just looking for an excuse to kiss me.”

  “We don’t need an excuse for that,” Tyler said before he tipped her chin up to prove it. Watching them kiss still got to Seth every time. And they were still there, with him. That got him even more.

  Allie had come clean with Cali and Kendra about their threesome relationship and since then had been slowing branching out in letting others know. There would always be some censorship, simply because their relationship didn’t fit the social norms, but here, among friends, she appeared fine.

  “You doing okay?” He brushed her hair over her shoulder and leaned down to place a kiss on her neck.

  “Yeah, I’m good.” She turned her head to scan the party, a light smile playing over her lips. “Better than.”

  Seth kissed her temple. “I love you.” He pulled Tyler in for a gentle kiss then held his gaze. “I love you.” There was no too or also. He loved them independently, which made them strong together. And it was past time that he trusted them with what he’d known since the
ir first week together. No more secrets.

  Allie twisted in their arms and stared up at him. There was a hint of vulnerability in her eyes, but it was overpowered by the other emotion. “I love you.” Her voice was soft but firm. She tilted her head and cupped Tyler’s cheek to hers. “And you. I didn’t believe it was possible to love two people this much. But I do. I love you both.”

  Tyler took a step forward to press Allie tight between them. He looped his arms around Seth’s neck and grinned. But the gruffness of his voice revealed the depth behind his words. “Ditto to that.”

  Yeah. Ditto that. Again and again and again.

  * * * * *

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