by Sydney Lain
“You’re trying to distract me.”
“No, I’m trying to seduce you.” This time he kissed Damon’s lips. His tongue pushed forward, demanding entrance. His mate opened to him. Michael accepted the invitation and deepened the kiss. The taste of fresh spring was everything he craved. The simple taste would never be enough. He needed more. His body burned with need as his hands worked at the buttons on Damon’s shirt.
“You know how to distract.”
“I’m a distraction,” Michael teased. “Remember this is seduction.” He pinched Damon’s nipples.
Damon pushed Michael against the wall, lunging forward. He ripped off Michael’s shirt and yanked down his pants.
Their lips meet, but this time Damon thrust his tongue into his mouth. He reached forward, pulling at Damon’s pants, but he wasn’t moving fast enough. Damon pulled him from the wall and guided them toward the bed. His legs pressed against the mattress and with one push he was down. It didn’t take long for Damon to strip off every layer of clothes and join him naked on top of the mattress. Michael landed on his back with Damon over him. Kisses rained down as their naked bodies moved against each other. He threw back his head and moaned, knowing it was going to be a long night.
* * * *
Sweat dripped down his back. Jessie threw off the layers of blankets. He took a deep breath, pushing the erotic dream from his mind, but the touches lingered on his skin, the spot on his neck Damon kissed while Michael tugged at his nipples. When would it end? His treacherous hand moved on its own and rubbed the sensitive nubs. It might’ve been a dream, but his nipples were sensitive and his cock twitched. He groaned and closed his eyes. Cries of passion drew him into a sitting position.
Moans from down the hall stirred the fire, making the flame blaze with need. He swallowed. Another lust-filled moan rang in his ears. Jessie curled his head into his knees as the sounds of passion continued. Every inch sizzled, but he bit down on his lip. Enough was enough. Some people were trying to sleep. He stood, planning to tell the other two to keep it down, but as he headed toward the bedroom, the determined resolve fizzled out. Each step became smaller than the last as he inched toward the bedroom.
The pull of animal passion drew him to the door. The sound of flesh slamming against flesh and moans of lovemaking left him frozen. His plan to tell them off was no longer an option. He forced a hand forward and reached out to touch the knob. His hand dropped. It was wrong to watch, but one little peek should be okay. After all, he had been invited to participate. He licked his lips as he remembered the taste of the two men. Sucking their cocks hadn’t been enough. He wanted more.
No. He shook his head. He couldn’t join them again. If he became lost in their embrace, when the dream ended, he’d be alone, and it would end. They wanted to add a little spice to their sex life, and right now that was Jessie. When they got tired of his flavor, he would be out in the cold. If he allowed the dream, he would break when it was over. How could he go on alone after knowing such pleasure? Another moan. His hand trembled on the doorknob. He nibbled at his lower lip and turned the knob.
A lamp was turned on, strange in a room with two nonhumans. The brightness acted like an invitation for him to watch. He hissed when his eyes found Damon and Michael.
The bed creaked under the two bodies moving on top of it. Michael was on his hands and knees as Damon kneeled behind him, thrusting long and hard into his heat. Michael threw back his head and arched his back as Damon leaned forward and placed kisses on the other man’s shoulder. Hips never stopped moving. Both men couldn’t get enough of each other. Bliss was etched on their faces.
The speed of each thrust betrayed Damon’s nonhuman status. Michael moaned and then pushed back to meet Damon’s hips. Jessie swallowed, not sure if he could take Damon’s cock. Michael’s hand rubbed at the shaft between his legs, reminding Jessie that Damon’s cock wasn’t the only big one in the room. As Michael stroked, Damon plowed into him.
Jessie’s mind filled with images of other positions, Michael ridding Damon, legs spread wide as Damon rammed into him and Damon pressed against the wall with Michael thrusting into him while kissing and licking down his neck. The images were too real. Each position and facial expression weren’t fantasies, but events that happened. These two men had loved each other in every way possible. He blinked. It was no use. The images kept coming. A whimper and moan pulled him back to the present. Jessie swallowed. What was that?
He rubbed the front of his boxers. The sight sent a shiver down his spine. Damon pulled out of Michael and turned him onto his back. Michael spread for Damon, who slid right in. The two moved with rhythm as they slid together. The bed creaked underneath of them. He tried to look away. He knew he needed to, but couldn’t. His knees became weak, but he held onto the doorframe and watched as the two men continued to move on the bed. He wanted to join them, but they were perfection, strong and powerful, and he was weak, an intrusion that didn’t fit into their lives.
As the thoughts entered his mind, both heads snapped up and turned to look in his direction. Jessie bit down on his lip. He’d been caught.
Michael licked his lips as Damon thrust into him. The brown eyes turned yellow. Jessie swallowed. Damon leaned down and bit on Michael’s neck. The other man cried out and Damon turned back to look at Jessie. The ice-colored eyes burned with a promise to rock his world. Jessie took a step back.
“Join us,” Damon said in a voice that offered to give him hours of pleasure. If he took a step forward, then he’d belong to them. They’d carve their touch on every inch of his body and fill him with their warmth. His leg started to move, but doubt still lingered. It wouldn’t last. Someday, they’d tire of him and he’d be alone again. Could he move on after knowing their bodies? How easy would it be to become addicted to their touches? He shook his head. They were the couple. He was the distraction. Pain forced him to clench a hand in front of his chest. He wanted to be loved, not a toy.
“Feels good, Jessie,” Michael said as Damon’s cock continued to penetrate the shifter’s ass.
They were taking pity on him. Neither of these men really wanted him for a long-term relationship. Before he changed his mind and threw his body at them, Jessie turned and headed back to the sanctuary of the couch.
* * * *
Michael hissed as each thrust reached deeper into him. Damon slowed his moving hips as he leaned down and sucked on the salty flesh. When Michael squeezed down on him, he resumed the fast, steady pounding. Michael’s tight body welcomed every inch of his shaft. The warmth of Michael’s sheath left him aching for more. He moved faster, slamming into his mate as their bodies fit together like they were never meant to be apart.
“Our audience left,” Damon said.
“We should go after him.” Michael’s eyes closed as his body burned with need.
“We will. Right now, I’m enjoying your ass.” Damon whispered into his ear, “Do you want me to stop?” He licked and nibbled at Michael’s neck.
His mate’s fingers rubbed against his nipples. Michael had such a nipple fetish. The hands continued down to his stomach, resting above his erect cock. Damon was done teasing. He lifted Michael’s hips and plunged deeper into the shifter’s welcoming body. Michael hissed as his legs spread wider to allow him in. He fucked the sense out of his mate, licking as he thrust into the tight heat, hitting his mate’s pleasure spot deep inside. Michael’s body quivered with need.
The bed shook underneath them. How long had it been since they’d felt this much lust? When they searched for their other mate, they connected bodies often, but knowing the one that completed them had watched them from the door only fueled the fire. Their sex was always fast, frantic, and hard. Tonight something else was mixed in. Knowing that outside the door, lying on the couch, Jessie’s body burned for them added an animal need to their love.
“He’ll come to us,” Damon said, remembering the flushed red skin and the wide green eyes that stared at their bodies. “He couldn’t look awa
y. Next time, he’ll be sucking your cock while I ride your ass.”
Michael moaned. “Jessie wants to be beneath a man, but he can’t imagine being in my place. The harder you fuck me, the more doubt he feels.” Flesh slapped against flesh.
“The fact that you can talk like this means that I’m not pleasuring you enough.” He grabbed onto Michael’s hips with a bruising grip. “But you’re right. The sight of my cock sinking into you turns him on, and frightens him.” Damon continued to plow into Michael. “But this isn’t frightening.”
Michael shook his head. “Fuck. Good. Faster,” he begged.
“How’s this?” He slammed down, moving Michael up the bed. “Do you feel it?”
“Oh, yeah. Feel it tomorrow.”
Michael barely made sense, a sure sign that he was doing a good job. Damon leaned in. “Soon we’ll be pounding into Jessie’s ass.” Michael turned his head to meet Damon’s lips. His hips slowed as he savored the salty, sweat-soaked snack. “He wanted to be filled and spread wide. Just like this.”
Jessie’s eyes had filled with passion and desire. Damon saw the hard outline of Jessie’s cock trying to push free of his boxers. When they called out to him, Jessie took one small step toward them. The man was fighting the attraction, but he’d lose. It was only a matter of time, but now wasn’t the time to focus on that. He looked down at Michael’s sweat-soaked skin. His dark, wavy hair stuck together. The other man’s flushed skin only made his hips pound harder. The room felt hotter than usual. Damon cocked his head.
“You turned up the heat.”
Michael nodded. “Jessie needs warmth. Too cold, he’ll freeze.”
That’s what he loved about Michael. He never failed to see another person’s needs. He continued to thrust in and out. The warmth made Damon’s skin moist.
Michael pulled him down into a kiss. He reached between their bodies. Michael’s hands rubbed up and down his cock. Damon reached below and cupped his mate’s heavy balls and squeezed. Michael hissed and moaned. His yellow eyes filled with need.
Now, Michael’s hand rubbed desperately at his cock. Damon chuckled, but he wouldn’t last much longer. Soon, Michael clenched down on him, bringing him to the end. His seed seeped out and filled the other man.
Heavy breathing and the smell of sex lingered in the room. “We’re not done,” Michael warned.
Damon smirked. Once was never enough. They took turns topping the other. Right now his ass burned to be filled. “Do you want me on my back or stomach?”
“Neither, I want you to ride my cock.”
Damon’s hand reached down. He squeezed and tugged. Life reentered Michael’s shaft. The night was still young. Would Jessie visit them again? Even if he didn’t, that no longer mattered. Soon, he’d be on the bed accepting their warmth.
After a few seconds of preparation, Damon climbed onto Michael’s lap and lowered his body on the hard shaft. Each inch burned and stretched him, but he loved being filled. Slowly, he moved his hips up and down. Michael’s eyes filled with need. How long until Michael lost control and Damon lay on his back? The other man liked hard, fast sex and right now, he was offering slow, gentle movements.
Chapter Six
Jessie straddled Michael’s calves. He bent down, lapping at the man’s cock. Michael’s fingers reached for his hair and forced his mouth down. That didn’t matter. He wouldn’t move until he had his fill. The cock, hot and hard, moved in and out of his mouth. He sucked and nibbled, enjoying the hiss as he teased the shaft to life.
A hand slapped his ass. He lifted his head to look behind him, but Michael eased his head back in position.
“You’re not done.” Michael’s husky voice had Jessie’s cock twitching.
Damon’s hands massaged the area he’d just slapped. Then a hand came down again. Jessie moved his ass back to collide with the punishing palm.
“You like having your ass slapped?” Damon asked.
Jessie’s head nodded, never releasing Michael’s cock.
“I want to know,” Damon demanded. “The secrets you’re keeping.” Damon’s hand hit his backside one, two, three more times, each swat harder than the one before.
If secrets meant a spanking, then he might keep more. His ass burned and he loved it. Damon’s cock rubbed against the crease of his ass. Jessie spread his legs as his mouth continued to suck on Michael’s hot shaft.
“I remember no penetration.” Damon’s tone was filled with amusement. Jessie’s ass cheeks were spread and the tip of Damon’s cock pressed at his dry hole. “Someday this will be deep inside of you.”
Michael rubbed Jessie’s back. “Focus on my cock. Play with it. Suck it.”
He couldn’t keep up. The two taunted and played with every intimate inch of his body. His cock pressed painfully between his legs. He couldn’t take much more.
The room started to shake. He hissed and sat up. The sun shone through the window. He blinked. Damon sat at the desk, typing. The outside door opened and Michael entered the room. A cold draft followed the shifter and Jessie relished the feel against his heated flesh.
Michael sat on one side of the couch and rubbed his back. “Are you okay? You’re sweating and breathing heavily.”
This alerted Damon, who stood and moved to the other side. He nodded, unable to trust his voice.
“Really?” Damon asked. His fingers grabbed his chin and lifted his head. Their eyes met. “A nightmare?”
Jessie swallowed. It wasn’t exactly a nightmare, but he didn’t want to admit the truth. Michael rubbed his thigh. He clenched his ass and pressed his knees together, hoping to hide his stiff problem.
“I’m fine.” His voice was higher than normal.
He looked up and met twin pairs of concerned eyes. The sinfully erotic images from last night flashed through his mind. Unlike the dream, he remembered Michael and Damon’s bodies moving together. He never witnessed such passion. It was wrong to peek, but the passion that burned between them pulled him in. Even his subconscious recognized his need for these two to possess every inch of him. Could he share what they had? He shook his head and looked away. They were the couple.
“The SUV is waiting outside. Do you want to stay here or go food shopping with us?” Michael leaned closer. “I could use your help in the kitchen.”
He felt his lips tug upward. He needed to do something. Cooking wasn’t his specialty, but he wasn’t as bad as Michael. He doubted even Damon could be that bad. Besides, some time away might give him a chance to cool off. He threw the blankets off and rushed toward the bathroom, trying to hide his erection. He closed the door and turned on the cold water. He let the spray run down his heated flesh. His teeth chattered and goose bumps formed on his body, but the hardness between his legs softened. The door opened and his cock twitched back to life. He turned his head, keeping the problem area from view. Damon walked in and placed a pile of clothes on the sink.
Ice-blue eyes hungrily devoured his backside. Jessie swallowed, waiting for the other man to leave, but Damon moved toward him.
“Cold showers will make you sick.”
His teeth chattered. Jessie reached down and mixed in warm water.
“I was hot,” he explained.
“I know,” Damon said. “Next time if you need help ask. There’s no need to get sick over a hard cock.”
Jessie turned his head, still hiding the semi-hard problem. His body ached for their touch. He needed it almost as much as the air he breathed. Just thinking about the large hands moving across his body made his cock even harder.
“No penetration.” It wouldn’t be more than they had already done.
Damon’s lecherous smile turned his cock rock hard. He whimpered. Damon held out a hand and Jessie stepped out of the shower. Lips met his lips as he was pushed against the sink. Hands pressed into his thighs as he was lifted up. The counter was cool under his ass. Jessie wobbled and grabbed the faucet.
Damon spread his legs. Fingers wrapped around his wet cock and squeezed, whil
e Damon’s mouth worked its way down his neck. Jessie tried to close his legs but ended up pressing his knees into Damon’s side.
“Do you want me to suck your cock?” Damon asked. His hand continued to move up and down as blue eyes bore into him. “Or do you want me to use my hand?”
Jessie bit his lip. The control he longed for Damon was giving him, but this wasn’t the circumstance he’d envisioned. “Use your mouth.”
Damon moved lower and brought the tip of Jessie’s cock to his mouth. He blew on it before sucking it. Fingers reached under and pressed at his puckered entrance. The fingers worked his ass cheeks open. The air against is sensitive opening along with the light rubbing was too much. He threw his head back and hissed. He let go of the sink and wrapped fingers in Damon’s hair. He held on as the man turned him into a pile of goo. With an expertise that Jessie lacked, the tongue moved from his balls to the tip, sucking and nibbling as thick fingers played with his ass. Teeth bit and then tugged gently at his balls. His heart pounded painfully in his chest. Soon it would be over. The sucking continued and Damon’s head bobbed up and down. He almost reached the limit. He tried to pull Damon off, but the man wouldn’t have it. He exploded, filling Damon with warm cum.
Damon pulled away, licking his lips as he stared at Jessie. The road he walked was filled with sin and sex. He looked at Damon’s large hands and remembered the dream of those hands hitting his ass while he moaned and sucked Michael’s cock.
“Better?” Damon asked.
Jessie nodded. “Do you like to spank?” His eyes widened. Why that question? He bowed his head in shame. A finger pressed under his chin and lifted his head up. Damon’s desire couldn’t be hidden. Jessie’s heart thumped harder. It was the first time he’d seen such a sated and content expression on the other man’s face. At that moment, something stirred inside. He couldn’t name it just yet.