Mind (Naughty Wishes #3)

by Joey W. Hill

  “Oh . . .” That idea had seized her imagination, though she rallied enough self-preservation not to put her Dom at his mercy. “No . . . yes. It felt good . . . and hurt, but in the good way. Like he was taking every part of me, fucking every part of me. I want both of you inside of me in every way.” Her voice was breathless again, and Chris imagined her hips lifting and lowering against her fingers, her knuckles glistening with her sweet honey.

  Chris swirled his tongue over the head of Geoff’s cock and probed the slit. Geoff’s hips bucked up.

  “Bastard,” Geoff muttered. He pinched Chris’s nape, hard.

  “That would be my response.” There was laughter in Sam’s voice, and a whole lot of sex, her voice pouring over Chris like warm oil. “What are you two doing?”

  “Mind your own business,” Geoff said. “Chris, we shouldn’t let her come. Let’s keep her so hot that the moment she steps into the house, we can just strip her down and fuck the ever-living shit out of her. And make her beg for more.”

  Geoff’s eyes were firebrands now, his mouth tight as Chris slid up and down, slow. He tasted as Chris had expected. Heat and male, the salted musk of semen, and below that, something important. The flavor of a male who was uniquely his. The way Chris had hoped he would taste.

  “Oh . . .” Sam implored. “Please . . . I want both.”

  Both of them? Or she wanted both things, permission to come in the hotel room and having them fuck her half to death when she got home?

  “Yeah. I think Geoff’s right.” Before Geoff could respond, Chris had his mouth back over his cock. The man drew his lips back in a feral snarl as Chris started to work him in earnest, drawing him deep, sucking in his cheeks, working his way up the thick shaft. Shoving his hand between Geoff’s legs, Chris captured his balls once more, cradling them, working them in his fingers as Geoff’s hips lifted and lowered further. Geoff kept one hand on the back of Chris’s head, the other looking for purchase next to him, gripping the sheets near the cell phone.

  “What are you . . . two . . . doing? Please tell me . . .” Sam was obviously still stimulating herself as they’d required, but the desperation in her voice said she was close enough she was having to concentrate to obey, to not come unless they gave her permission.

  “Chris . . . is sucking on my dick,” Geoff said in a growl. Chris shot him a look, bit him, and earned a hard pull of his hair. “I had the pleasure of taking his ass earlier in the night and he has an overdeveloped sense of noblesse oblige.”

  Chris scored him with his teeth, even harder this time. In response, Geoff reached around Chris’s body, keeping his grip on his hair with the one hand as he yanked down his shorts with the other so he bared his ass. Geoff clamped down onto the meat of one buttock. The guy was always stronger than Chris expected, using that grip to tug him closer, shift his hand so his fingers were deep in the crevice, playing over the still-slick rim of Chris’s ass. His cock shifted into overdrive, erect enough to bounce off his abdomen as he worked Geoff’s dick in his mouth.

  “Oh . . . God . . . please . . .” A feminine sigh, tremulous and needy, came through the phone.

  “Take your hand from yourself,” Geoff ordered, though Chris heard the strain in his voice. “I agree with Chris. You’re going to hold on to it for us. Just for us. Tell me you understand.”

  “Yes . . .” There was petulance in the tone, telling them exactly how close she’d been.

  “Yes, what?”

  Chris’s own heart skipped a beat at that sharp tone.

  He had to admire Geoff’s ability to multitask. Because there was no doubt he was having an effect on Geoff’s concentration. He was fucking Chris’s mouth aggressively, pushing toward the back of his throat with rough demand.

  “Suck me harder, you bastard,” he whispered, pinning Chris with a gaze of molten fire, browns, greens and golds all swirling together.

  Chris obliged, and Sam’s voice came through the phone, laden with emotions so heavy they infused what was swirling between the two of them with additional tension.

  “Yes, Master,” Sam managed.

  Geoff jerked, and Chris got a weird charge out of it himself, hearing her use that word instead of sir. She hadn’t meant it in a mocking manner. Not at all. “You put your hands above you, leave your legs spread wide and listen to us,” Geoff said.

  Chris raised his head. Geoff’s hand slid to his throat, holding him there. “You should see him, Sam. His lips are slick from going down on me, and his cock is so big his shorts can’t hide his erection.”

  “Maybe he needs to take them off, Master. To be more comfortable.”

  “She’s always thinking of our well-being,” Geoff said, eyes glittering. “Do it.”

  He’d already pulled them down over his ass, so Chris finished the job, kicking them away. But as he bent back to his self-appointed task, he had a demand of his own.

  “Don’t you hold back on me this time,” he said in a low tone. “Trust me the way you want me to trust you.”

  Geoff stilled at that, but Chris wasn’t waiting for it to become a debate. He wrapped his fingers around his dick, and put his mouth on him again, heated breath, a teasing swirl of tongue all along the velvet shaft. He wanted that orgasm to spill, and then they’d work out the other shit.

  Geoff shuddered, bucked, and Chris moved with him. He knew Geoff had been hurting for it when he left Chris’s room, and Chris took full advantage of that, pushing him past the point of no return and who-the-fuck-cares-about-hurt-feelings. Maybe he was learning from Geoff. Learning that when you held the reins, it made it easier for the guy to let it all go and trust that things would work out. Just as he’d said.

  Geoff let out a tearing, grunting sound of male lust. Chris heard the soft hum of Sam’s encouragement through the cell phone. Geoff’s fingers dug into his ass like pincers, telling Chris they’d leave bruises. That was okay.

  Sam’s moan came through the phone. “Please,” she begged.

  He didn’t consider himself a sadist, but when he’d said “You need the reminder,” he’d been thinking of Sam in some hot little dress at a club, with guys ogling her. Even if she hadn’t flirted or anything like that, Chris wanted to keep her climax out of reach. Her wanted her focus to be on getting back to them so they could take care of her needs in ways no one else could. In ways that would make it hard for her to walk, if they had anything to say about it.

  Christ, where was all that coming from? The surge of testosterone made his dick jump against his stomach again. It caught Geoff’s eye like a raptor spotting prey. A blink later, his fingers wrapped around it. But he couldn’t do anything with that hold except hang on when Chris sucked in his cheeks and pushed him into release. The vein pumped beneath the clamp of his lips, and Geoff’s body tightened up all over. When Geoff started to come, he lost his grip on Chris’s cock, fingers sliding along his thigh as his focus was sucked into the orgasm.

  The first flood of seed in his mouth, Geoff’s come, was a rush. Chris took some of it down, letting the rest of it spill out over his fingers so he could grease Geoff up further, slick it over his balls, work him in his hand while Geoff bucked and thrust. Yeah, it made Chris harder, but Geoff had already taken him over that ledge once. He could always go back to his room and jack off.

  He wasn’t a sub like Sam. He wasn’t going to be looking for permission to give himself release. Yet Chris knew he likely wouldn’t jack off on his own, any more than he’d think about why he wouldn’t. He was a guy. He had every right to avoid self-analysis. He had the broken chromosome to prove it, to validate that decision. Plus he had better things to contemplate right now.

  He lifted his head to look at Geoff, the closed eyes, parted lips, the rise and fall of his beautiful chest. Geoff had been a skinny adolescent who hadn’t grown into his limbs and filled out with muscle until his senior year, but it had been worth the wait, because he was all rangy power and grace now. His fingers were still grazing Chris’s thigh and buttock, little random
caresses. When his gaze slowly lifted, his eyes were mere slits. The inscrutable look he’d used on him a couple of times tonight could scramble Chris’s brain, but this expression, where heart, mind and soul were all tangled up in his gaze, made Chris feel like Geoff stood inside him.

  “Sam?” Chris said quietly.

  “Yes.” She sounded so temptingly desperate. Geoff’s lips curved.

  “I want you to stroke your fingers lightly over your pussy,” Chris said. “Like it’s a flower I’ve handed you. Just gentle and slow. Light, so very light. No more than a brush of butterfly wings.”

  He could imagine her doing it, her moistening her lips with her tongue, the quivering strain of her naked body, her pale long limbs. Geoff pushed himself up on his elbows. He drew one knee up, making a space so Chris sat down, Geoff’s calf against his hip. He laid a hand on Geoff’s bent knee, his gaze sliding down over the guy’s softening cock. The natural repose did nothing to make it less distracting. He’d had that thing in Chris’s ass, and God help him, Chris wanted it there again.

  He had a feeling Geoff wouldn’t be asking him when that moment came. Chris thought of all the ways he could fight him, and how Geoff might prevail anyway . . . because that was what they both wanted.

  “Oh . . . oh . . .” Quiet moans came through the phone as Sam . . . obeyed him.

  “So light,” Chris murmured. “We could keep you doing that for hours, keeping you so close to the edge. Couldn’t we?”

  “Yes.” She sounded close to tears now, a state sure to twist his own heart. But holding the unyielding gaze of the Dom lying on his elbows, his legs casually sprawled, the cock Chris had sucked to climax within touching distance, held him back.

  Geoff spoke then, his voice thick.

  “I think you pissed off our boy here, Sam. I think we both did tonight. Brought out an interesting side to him. What did you do?”

  “I don’t know. Please, Chris . . .”

  “Keep doing it,” Chris said. “And you know what you did.”

  “I . . . I went to a dance club.”

  “What did you wear?”

  “A . . . uh . . . that red dress. The one with the spaghetti straps . . .”

  Geoff’s lips twisted in understanding. “The one that clings to your tits and ass and is about four inches south of legal. Did you wear heels with it?”

  “Yes, but I—”

  “Showing off your body. Those shoes give your hips that I want to be fucked sway, don’t they? Yeah, you’re going to have to be hurting for it, baby. He’s possessive, our boy.”

  Geoff’s glance went to Chris’s hand, resting on his knee now, his fingers curved over Geoff’s flesh like he wasn’t planning to let go anytime soon.

  She blew out a breath. Geoff tilted his head toward Chris, a silent Your play. Chris picked up the phone and murmured into it. “If you really don’t want to wait, I’ll let you come, Sam. Because I love you.”

  Quiet ensued. Geoff’s expression changed, becoming more thoughtful. He sat up, crooking his leg on the spread and letting the other dangle over the edge. It put his knee against Chris’s hip. Chris glanced down at the floor, his two braced bare feet next to Geoff’s dangling one. He laid his hand on Geoff’s knee again, held it the way he held Geoff’s gaze, as they both waited for her answer.

  It didn’t surprise him, though it made him love her all the more. “I . . . I’d rather wait until I can be with you. That feels right. Horrible, but right.”

  Chris smiled at the resolve in her voice, mixed with a What the fuck am I thinking? surge of hormones he understood all too well. “Come home to us soon, then. And Sam? Wear something that you don’t mind having shredded when you come through the door.”

  He tilted his head toward Geoff, a quizzical look to see if he had anything left to say. “No panties,” Geoff said. “We don’t want to wait that long. Got it?”

  “I hate you both. Yes sir. Sirs.”

  Chris blinked at that, and Geoff grinned. Taking the phone, he clicked off, but he sent a quick text, turning it toward Chris so he could see what it said. Travel safe. We love you.

  “She said you owed me pillow talk,” Chris said after a moment. “Cuddling.”

  Geoff shuddered. “Women.”

  “Hmm.” Chris studied him, his fingers tightening on Geoff’s knee. He knew when his expression changed the tone between them, because the vague amusement died out of Geoff’s face. “You don’t get to check out on me because I hurt your feelings with the truth,” Chris said evenly. “You don’t get to act like you’re in control when you know it’s not that straightforward. So don’t play bullshit games with me and draw back to teach me a lesson. It’s not going to work that way for me.”

  Geoff tossed him a narrow look. “Because you’re such an open book. You answered my question, but you didn’t add anything to it, anything that helps me understand what you are feeling. Would you care to draw me a fucking road map? Or is this like one of those twenty-question games? Is it here or there? Not there, not here, somewhere in between, and I have to wait until I hit it dead square to get a clear answer from you? Fuck you, and I do not mean that literally.”

  Chris rose then, pulling his shorts back on so he wasn’t standing there naked. “You know how I think, how I figure things out. You want me to lie to you to make you feel better, I can’t do that. I can’t feel what I don’t feel.”

  Geoff’s expression was hurt, pure and simple. Damn it. Chris stepped toward him, but Geoff shook his head. “I get it, all right? Leave it there. Let’s go to bed.”

  Chris stepped back, frustrated. He couldn’t say what he needed to say without getting into the areas he simply wasn’t ready to talk about. Geoff usually understood that better. Maybe he did and he was insisting anyway. He moved to the door, knowing that Geoff was right, they needed to let it rest for now, but he stopped at the threshold, turning to look at him. He glimpsed frustrated misery on Geoff’s face before it was gone, wiped away into that neutral look.

  “You hoping for a kiss good night?” he asked Chris.

  “No, asshole.” Though the minute he said it, he remembered the heat of Geoff’s mouth on his. “Have you ever let anyone do to you what you did to me tonight?” Not that he really wanted to talk about other guys with Geoff, any more than he did with Sam. Why Geoff’s male lovers bugged him in a way the female ones didn’t was another mystery, but there it was.

  He couldn’t tell if Geoff was going to answer, but he waited him out and finally got a response. “I’ve usually done the pitching. And I’ve never let someone else be on top . . . so to speak.” He spoke slow, staring at the wall now instead of Chris. “Might be interesting to feel the other side of things . . . with a person I trusted.”

  Chris’s heart beat a little faster. “Am I in that group?”

  “Do you want to be?” Geoff arched a brow at him, eyes becoming cool.

  Chris set his teeth. “You do get that we’re not your damn family, right? We’re not the ones who turned their backs on you. You treating me with the same mistrust isn’t the way to figure this out.”

  Geoff’s expression turned into a torn flag, reflecting the war he’d lost with his family. “I trust you, Chris.” He said it seriously enough Chris knew he meant it. “You and Sam, more than anything. But this is a new area for me. I have to figure out how to navigate it.”

  “Right.” Maybe Geoff was right. Something he’d done tonight had dug up a lot of stuff in Chris. All that holding back, waiting, not thinking about the things Chris wanted, in order to preserve the treasure he already had, had stirred a lot of shit that had built up around that treasure. “Well, here’s a big tip. If you want me to open up to you, tell you what’s going on, it goes both ways. If you go all honest with me, and I’m not ready to respond in kind, don’t draw back and bullshit like that. Don’t do the Dom-poseur thing where you hold on to all the reins, try to make me and Sam rip our guts open for you while you give us nothing.”

  Geoff’s gaze fired up
at that. “You think it’s all an act?”

  “No, I don’t. I just know how it’s supposed to be. You think I haven’t watched and listened, when we went to those parties and clubs together? You can feed me a line that the deprivation is part of the Dom thing, but that kind of deprivation is what we just did with Sam, getting her hotter, making her the focus, making her eager to be with us. What you did in my room? That was just an excuse to keep your feelings locked away, to not risk yourself. I deserve better than that. And I didn’t think you were that kind of coward.”

  Geoff whitened. Chris pivoted before he could let the recoil hit him in the chest and make him apologize, soothe. He was right—he knew he was. But it didn’t make him feel any less like shit. He knew the guy’s most vulnerable spots, and he’d just taken a deliberate shot at one.

  He returned to his room and flopped into the hammock, rubbing his face with both hands. Shit, shit, shit. How long had they known each other? Why would Geoff think they needed to play mind games like this, when they knew each other in and out?

  Because they didn’t know this area. Geoff was right. Hell, the sex alone was plenty to wrap his mind around. The potential had been there for some time, waiting, but it had been unexplored up until now. Maybe that was the deal. When Geoff was deep inside of his body, Chris had held on to that shore, refusing to be cut loose, because his reaction to the Dom thing had hit him out of left field.

  Before it started he’d have said it wasn’t his thing. Yet it had been so easy to work side by side with Geoff just now, embracing that Dom stuff toward Sam. It had startled yet pleased him, how much he’d suddenly enjoyed playing that game with her and Geoff. And yeah, that caveman reaction he had, and how he’d picked up the reins so fast to top her, had been this side of What the fuck? But what had rocked him on his foundation, what had turned that little disagreement of a few moments ago into something uglier, was how he’d responded to Geoff’s orders himself.