by Wells, K. C.
Blake felt a pang of guilt. “If there were any other way…”
Will clasped his hand over Blake’s. “It’s okay, I can cope. Big boy here.”
Blake winked. “Very big boy.”
Will burst out laughing. “Oh, I’m going to miss you.” He paused, a blush rising in his cheeks. Blake wondered what was coming. “And in case I never get the chance to tell you… you’re phenomenal in bed, Mr. Davis. You rocked my world. Literally.”
Blake grinned. “You’ll certainly be leaving me with some very vivid memories, that’s for sure.”
Will’s eyes suddenly lit up. “Can we make one last memory together? For old times’ sake?”
Blake’s eyebrows shot upward. “Why, whatever can you have in mind, Mr. Parkinson?”
Will’s cheeks were flushed. “How would you like to experience one of your fantasies?” Blake’s expression grew puzzled. “I’ve been invited to a… a sex party. I wondered if you’d like to attend with me.”
Blake caught his breath. “A sex party? I’ve never been to one. Have you?”
Will nodded. “Once. It was very… educational.”
Blake waggled his eyebrows. “I can imagine.” He considered the prospect. “Tell me about it. How many people would be there?”
“Three to four couples, max. Or maybe two couples and some singles.”
“Do you know them, the people who are hosting the party? And would it be a mixed gathering?”
Will snorted. “Oh hell, no. Strictly gay. And the hosts are a couple of friends, Stephen and Darren. It would be in their home. We’re invited by another couple of friends, Ben and Oli.”
Blake gazed at him with interest. “We’re invited? Interesting choice of words. These friends of yours know about me?”
Will’s cheeks grew even more heated. “I, er, may have mentioned you.”
“Hmmm.” Blake was definitely intrigued. “Okay, tell me more. What normally goes on at these shindigs?”
“Actually, if we are going to go, I’d have to discuss that with you first.” Blake tilted his head. “You have to know what to expect, and more importantly, what would be expected of you.”
“Oh, now you have my complete attention.” Blake leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees.
“Stephen has built himself a playroom. Some might call it a dungeon.”
Blake’s cock suddenly decided to take an interest in the conversation. “Oh, really?” He shifted uncomfortably. Will’s eyes had a far too knowing expression in them. “Keep talking.”
“Well, the only important thing to bear in mind is why you’re there. You’re going to be having sex with a few people.” Will was regarding him carefully. “So you might end up being the meat in someone’s sandwich.”
Blake recalled his words instantly. Heat flooded through him.
“So…” Will looked at him expectantly. “Is that something you might like to experience?”
Blake opened and closed his mouth, rubbing a hand through his short, black hair. Oh hell. On the one hand, he couldn’t deny that the idea appealed to him. The number of times he’d watched orgy scenes on DVD or the Internet, and imagined himself in the scene with those sweating, naked bodies, at the mercy of several men. Will really had nailed his fantasy. But on the other hand… Blake’s heart stuttered at the thought of watching another man touching Will, kissing him… fucking him. Will fucking someone else. That, he wasn’t so sure about. He glanced at Will, who obviously wanted to do this, or else he wouldn’t have mentioned it. He was doing this for them. Will seemed to be waiting anxiously for his reply. I don’t want to let him down. That last thought appeared to be the clincher.
“Okay, let’s do it.” He smirked. “Talk about going out with a bang.” He ignored the tight feeling in his chest that followed his words. At least Will would be there with him. One last night of pleasure before everything changed.
Will gave him a nod. “Okay, I’ll let Ben and Oli know we’re coming. It’s on Wednesday night, by the way.” Blake dipped his chin in acknowledgment. “Could we go there in your car? Mine’s having a few issues at the moment.”
“Yeah, no problem. We can sort out where I pick you up nearer the time.” Blake glanced at his watch. “Now, how about you and I do some work?” He winked and Will laughed. Blake heaved a sigh of relief. At least things felt as though they were getting back to normal. But even as he enjoyed that thought, what slipped into his mind next robbed him of all pleasure.
Enjoy it while you can. Before he leaves.
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Will stared at his TV screen, his thoughts focused not on the American police series that he routinely watched, but on Blake. He couldn’t deny how happy it made him to be on speaking terms again. Yet that happiness was tempered by their imminent parting.
He couldn’t bring himself to tell Blake how he felt. Not once Blake made it clear how much Trinity Publishing meant to him. There was no place for Will in Blake’s plans, clearly.
What did you expect? A declaration of undying love? Yeah, right. Blake had called it a ‘friendship’. Will had hoped he meant as much to Blake as his boss had come to mean to Will. Well, at least now I know. Yes, the sex had been very good, hot even, but apparently for Blake that was as far as it went. And it had been that realization which helped crystallize Will’s plans. The party on Wednesday night would be Will’s parting gift to Blake, the chance to help his boss live out his fantasy. Will didn’t want to think about it. Because each time he did, the thought of watching Blake enjoying another man’s touch was too much to bear. So he’d come to a painful decision. Despite Blake’s insistence that Will should stay until he found another job, the party would be his farewell. He couldn’t stand to see Blake having sex with others, and then see him at work, knowing he couldn’t touch him again, kiss him, hold him… Wednesday would be his last day at Trinity Publishing. He’d leave his letter of resignation on Blake’s desk for him to find on Thursday morning.
Think how Blake will feel. You’re robbing him of the chance to say goodbye.
Will mentally shook himself. He couldn’t afford to think like that. He’d just have to make sure their last hours together were memorable. Then it would be a case of finding another job, maybe even moving away from London. He could always do more work for Jenny to keep body and soul together until something more permanent turned up. Even if that meant offering to do more of the personal services that he was presently avoiding like the plague.
Fuck, Blake—you’ve ruined me for other men. The wry thought should have made him smile. So why did he suddenly feel like crying?
Chapter Ten
“Wow.” Blake stared in amazement as he swung the car into the long driveway of the large detached house in Harrow, set apart from its neighbors in a quiet, residential area. But then again, anyone wanting to live in Harrow had to be made of money.
“Oh yes.” Will chuckled. “These two work in the City. They’re not short of a bob or two.”
Blake pulled up next to a smart new BMW and switched off the engine. He didn’t make a move to get out of the car. There were three or four cars parked in front of the house, a mock Tudor house with floodlights which lit up the graveled parking area. Will sat next to him, watching him with a neutral expression.
It’s still not too late, Blake thought. We could turn around now. But that wouldn’t be fair on Will. “Shall we get in there?” He spoke with more enthusiasm that he actually felt. Will nodded beside him. Slowly they got out of the car and Blake locked it. Before they reached the front door, it opened to reveal a tall, muscular man, possibly in his late forties, with a shock of black hair and pale blue eyes. He grinned when he caught sight of Will.
“I’d given up all hope of seeing you here again, young man.”
Will smiled. “Hi, Stephen. Yeah, I’ve been busy.”
Stephen snickered. “Too busy to come and have some fun? My, what a life you must lead.” Will introduced Blake and Stephen shook his ha
nd warmly. He gave Blake an appreciative glance. “Hmmm, I know straight away who’s going to be monopolizing you all night.” He smiled widely and winked. “You’re so Ben and Oli’s type.” He looked at Will. “You have excellent taste, boy.”
Will gave Blake an apologetic look. “You’ll have to forgive Stephen. He finds it so difficult to rein in his inner Dom.” He grinned at Stephen who beamed.
“Come on in, you two. It’s freezing out here.” Stephen rubbed his arms vigorously. “Only ten days till Christmas, after all.” They stepped into the warm hallway and Stephen closed the heavy, ornate wooden door behind them. He led them toward the rear of the house. Blake could already hear the low, heavily percussive music which pulsed from the room. Once inside, Stephen directed them to several tables in the corner. “You can deposit your clothes there. As you can see, the party’s already started.”
Blake felt a brief stab of anxiety. This was really going to happen. Then he caught sight of Will’s face. Will was regarding him with such a warm look of understanding that it made his heart flutter. You can do this. Do it for Will. He gazed around the room with interest. The first thing that struck him was the smell. The air was redolent with the smell of leather and sweat—and something else. He sniffed up carefully. It reminded him of a cross between dirty sweat socks and something vaguely medicinal.
Will smirked and leaned closer. “Poppers, babe.” Aha. Ben spotted open cabinets piled high with towels, bottles of lube and various diverse toys. There were mirrors strategically placed around the room, and the floor was covered with a thick layer of plastic. A mini fridge stood in the corner.
There was little furniture in the room. What caught his eye immediately was the sling, suspended from a large, sturdy metal frame. What was even more eye-catching was the sling’s occupant. A stocky man, his chest a thick mat of hair, lay suspended in it, his feet in stirrups. His head lolled back as another tall man fed him his dick. Blake watched, mesmerized as the guy in the sling swallowed his dick whole: he could see his throat working as his partner thrust deep into him. But the most intriguing thing was what was taking place at the other end of the sling. Another man was slowly pushing a little white ball, which for all the world resembled a tiny snowball, into his anus.
“What is he doing?” Blake whispered, unable to look away. He’d never seen anything like this on his DVDs.
Will brought his mouth to Blake’s ear. “You know what Crisco is?” Blake nodded. “Well, they make it up into little balls and wrap them up, then put them in the fridge. It feels great when it’s shoved inside you and it’s really cold. But then it melts and voilà, you’re ready to rock ‘n’ roll.” Blake gave a chuckle. Now that was ingenious. But the sound died in his throat as he watched the guy encase his dick in a condom and then thrust into his suspended partner. The man in the sling groaned around the thick cock that filled his throat, his groans punctuated by each punishing thrust of the third guy’s shaft.
Blake dragged his eyes away from the sight and peered around the room. The lighting was low but enough to make out the varied activities taking place. In another corner, on a wide seat, a couple were heavily engrossed in kissing and touching each other. They still wore their underwear, but as Blake watched, their hands slid under tight fabric to caress prominent erections which were then pulled free. Any clothing didn’t stay on long after that.
Another couple were using a piece of equipment which resembled a picnic table, except that it was padded on the central raised bed with two pads on the lower sections. One guy had his knees there, his belly resting against the upper section. His wrists were shackled to the frame, his arse tilted high as another man plowed into him, grunting as he went balls-deep, his partner crying out in hoarse pleasure at each thrust. Blake was mesmerized.
All of a sudden he realized Will was tugging at him. “Clothes, Blake. You’re wearing far too many clothes.” Will’s eyes danced with amusement. Embarrassed to be caught ogling, Blake got out of his jeans, sweater and socks, leaving on his briefs. Beside him, Will stripped out of his clothes. With a shock, Blake saw that he’d gone commando. What was more interesting was that Will wasn’t hard.
“You okay?” Blake said in a low tone.
Will gazed into his eyes for a moment and then led him by the hand to a free standing bed, devoid of bedding. He pulled Blake onto the bed and wrapped his arms around him, stroking up his back. “Been waiting so long to do this again. Kiss me, babe.” Oh God. That husky voice went straight to Blake’s cock which hardened, pushing at the fabric of his briefs. Their mouths met in a hungry kiss, Blake sinking into it immediately. God, he’d missed this. Blake caressed Will’s body down to where his cock rose up now, thick and hard. Better. Will pushed into his hand, hips rocking as their kiss grew more intense.
A slick hand suddenly insinuated itself around Blake’s dick. He jumped slightly and broke the kiss with a gasp. Will let out a low noise of disappointment.
“Nice cock, really nice.” A rich, sexy voice spoke into Blake’s ear as that hand continued to tug him, flogging him gently. Blake was shocked into stillness. Will stared beyond him to the owner of the voice.
“Oli,” Will moaned softly. Before Blake could react, he was pulled gently onto his back, coming face to face with a nude young man maybe in his mid-twenties, with brown hair. Oli’s gaze traveled up and down his body, eyes hooded with lust.
“You must be Blake.” Before Blake could utter a word, his mouth was taken in a bruising kiss as Oli explored him greedily. The young man joined him on the bed, stretching out beside him, moving his hands restlessly over Blake’s body as his tongue thrust into Blake’s mouth, Oli’s heavy cock pushing insistently at his hip.
Blake couldn’t breathe. It was too sudden, not what he’d anticipated at all. And although it was undoubtedly erotic, Blake was shocked by the thought which slammed through his brain. But it’s not Will. I wanted Will’s kiss. A second hand stroked up his thigh to wrap firmly around his cock. He stared into dark brown eyes set in a tanned face. Ben. Fuck, the man was ripped. Oli broke the kiss and Blake watched as the couple met over him to kiss passionately, Ben’s hand never ceasing in its motion over Blake’s cock while he tugged at his own, seven inches of thick flesh which reared up toward his navel, pre-come already showing.
“Oh, you’re going to feel so good when your arse is tight around my dick,” Ben breathed. Blake thought his accent very sexy. “Yeah, me fucking you, while you fuck Oli.” Beside him Oli let out a mewl, making it plain he really liked that idea. Blake’s heart hammered, his breathing erratic. Something felt wrong, but what, he wasn’t sure. He only knew that all of a sudden he didn’t want this, knew that with absolute certainty. He started to panic as the two men bracketed him, their heads moving lower until their mouths met at his shaft, two sets of lips sliding over his cock. But by now, far from turning him on, Blake felt dizzy. He was breathing so fast, he thought he was hyperventilating, and his chest felt as if a steel band had been tightened around it.
What the fuck is wrong with me? And then it hit him.
Where the hell was Will?
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Will knew how Ben and Oli played. They didn’t mess around but simply plunged into the action, working together like a predatory well-oiled machine. The number of times he’d watched them work their magic on some unsuspecting twink at the club, mesmerizing him, working him into a frenzy of lust until he was begging for them to take him home and fuck him. What Will wasn’t prepared for was the way it made him feel as they kissed and fondled Blake.
Will couldn’t take it. In fact, he couldn’t bear it a second longer.
Blake wanted this, remember?
Well, Blake may have wanted it, but Will didn’t want to see him get fucked by Ben and Oli—or by anyone else, for that matter. And he wasn’t about to stick around and watch it happen.
As Oli moved in position, Will caught sight of Ben, gazing at the couple with gleaming eyes as he moved to join them on the
bed. That was it. Will extracted himself from Blake’s embrace, Blake too caught up in what Oli was doing to notice, and moved toward the table where he’d left his clothes. He struggled to slip into his jeans, his hands trembled so much, and hastily tugged his sweater over his head. He grabbed his trainers and heavy winter jacket and headed for the door which led into the hallway. As he passed through the doorway, Stephen caught up with him, grabbing him around the arm. His eyes were filled with concern.
“Will, what on earth is wrong? You’re as white as a sheet.”
Will shook his head. “I’m sorry, Stephen. I can’t do this.” He glanced back into the room. Blake was hidden from sight by Oli and Ben. “If Blake looks for me, just tell him I left, all right?”
Stephen stared. “If he looks for you?” His eyes narrowed. “What’s going on, boy?”
Will’s leg’s suddenly felt weak. The heavy pulse of the music was overwhelming.
“It doesn’t matter.” His heart was like a leaden weight in his chest. “Sorry, but I’ve got to go.” He shoved his feet roughly into his trainers and slung the jacket around his shoulders. He had to get out of there. Stephen opened the door.
“Are you sure about this? You really want to leave him here?”
Will snorted. “Trust me, Blake can take care of himself. But I think Ben and Oli are doing a pretty good job of that already.” One last glance back and then he plunged out into the darkness, his feet loud as they crunched along the gravel drive.
Just get to the railway station, get on a train and go home. That’s it, it’s over.
Will had never been so miserable in his whole fucking life.
Blake pulled away from the two gorgeous men who looked set on devouring him whole, and gazed around the room in a panic. “Where’s Will?” There was no sign of him.
“Chill, babe.” Oli gave the room a cursory glance. “Can’t see him.” He turned back to Blake. “Now, where were we?” He grinned.
Blake couldn’t chill. He glanced toward the corner where they’d stowed their clothes and his heart almost stopped. He couldn’t see Will’s clothes anywhere. He shrugged off Ben’s hand on his arm. “There’s something wrong.”