No Shame: The Complete Series: Including exclusive bonus materials and deleted scenes
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The opinions were anonymous on the second option. Brad left his chair for the second time that evening, this time to curl up on Miles’ lap. “I love you, Daddy,” he sighed. “Thank you for knowing me so well.”
“Right back atcha, sweetheart. That’s a truly sweet thing you requested for me.”
Indy grinned. “The end result is that we all get what we wanted…unless anyone has objections to any of these requests?” He looked around the table, saw big smiles, and even a few rubbing their hands in anticipation. Oh, this was gonna be so damn hot.
“Since I came up with the whole thing, I think I get to choose the order. We won’t get to do all of them tonight, but we can make a head start, right? I say we start with Noah and Connor making out. That should get everyone in the mood. Brad, are you up for some serious bottoming?”
Brad nodded, his eyes lighting up. “Hell, yeah. Please. I could use it.”
Indy went over the options in this mind. Damn, he was like the director on a porn movie set. “Awesome. Noah, if you’re up for it, you can fuck Brad…But we all want to watch.”
Noah’s smile lit up the room. “Bring it, baby.”
“Lesser men would have performance anxiety,” Connor said dryly.
“Good thing I know what I’m doing, then.”
Indy shook his head. Those two would never change. “Connor, am I right that you could use a release as well?”
Connor shot Josh a quick look. ‘Yeah, but Josh is not bottoming tonight. I…He’s…”
“I know,” Indy interrupted him. “I was gonna suggest you use Brad after Noah. You could use the release, and something tells me our little boy slut would be all too happy to take you.”
“Damn right!” Brad shouted, making everyone laugh.
“Josh, do you need Miles to give you a session?” Indy asked.
“No. Not with what you have planned for now. If I can hold you, and sleep with you tonight, I’m good till tomorrow. Miles, if you could do a session with me tomorrow morning, that would be good.”
Miles nodded. “I’d be happy to.”
“All right, then. We have a game plan. Let the fun begin!”
* * *
Performance anxiety. Noah had huffed at the idea when Connor had teased him with it. But now that it was time to get to business, so to speak, his stomach swirled somewhat uncomfortably. Kissing Connor when he was half out of his mind in a sex-haze, thinking he was kissing Josh was one thing. Kissing Connor stone cold sober, buck naked, with everyone watching them…damn, it was hard. Was he supposed to strip and get all hot and dirty on command? With Connor, of all people?
He shot Connor a careful look from between his eyelashes. The guy looked as uncomfortable as he did, his hands jammed in the pockets of his jeans. And he was supposed to be an exhibitionist, for fuck’s sake. Still, he had to have some compassion for the guy on a day like today. Enough to not give him too hard a time.
“You gonna seduce me O’Connor, or what? I’m growing roots here, man.”
Connor’s head jerked up, as a slow smile spread across his lips. “Don’t tell me you need to be romanced, Flint. I ain’t in the mood.”
“Then fucking kiss me already,” Noah grumbled.
The challenge couldn’t be clearer, and it took Connor all of one second before he responded. His fist closed around Noah’s wrist, giving him a second to brace himself before Connor yanked him close. The consideration in that second, knowing Noah needed that to position his leg correctly, was why Noah allowed himself to be yanked.
Connor’s mouth crushed against his, his tongue invading Noah’s mouth instantly. He opened up without thinking, and Connor’s strong taste enveloped his tongue. This was nothing like the sweet, erotic kisses he exchanged with Indy, or the rare French kiss with Josh from before. This was as close to a power struggle as it got—two alpha’s dueling for supremacy.
Noah pushed back, fought Connor with his tongue, nipping and tasting and swirling. His hands came around Connor’s massive frame to circle his waist, then land on his ass. He pulled him close, rubbing his semi against Connor’s monster cock. Damn, the guy was already hard as could be.
Noah smiled inwardly, squeezed the firm globes of Connor’s ass hard, grinding against him. Connor responded with a low, deep moan in his mouth, a sound that shot straight to Noah’s balls. Damn, this was hot.
Connor tore away his mouth, panting. For two seconds they stared at each other, eyes locked, chests heaving. Then Connor lifted his own arms and ripped off his shirt. Noah followed his example. He still had his shirt in his hand when Connor’s mouth crashed into his again, that strong tongue demanding entrance. He made him fight for it this time, didn’t give in until Connor nipped his bottom lip.
Hot desire burned through his veins, firing up every nerve. His fingers found Connor’s belt, unbuckled it, followed by his button and zipper. Seconds later, Noah reached inside the man’s boxers and closed his fist around that monster cock. It was so damn big he could barely circle it. God, it was fucking beautiful. He fisted it, hard, knowing Connor liked it rough. A deep groan escaped Connor’s lips.
Rough hands yanked down Noah’s pants, taking care with his stump and prothesis. Noah stepped out of his jeans and underwear without breaking off the kiss. Connor’s hands circled his waist, then dropped lower and pressed Noah’s ass. Their cocks ground against each other, making Noah shiver.
This was so different from Indy, even from Josh. There was no being careful here, no holding back. It was raw and violent and so fucking hot.
Indy. Was he really okay with this?
Noah retreated, put his hand against Connor’s cheek, as he sought Indy. His boy was on Josh's lap, their bodies melted together as only these two could accomplish. Josh's hand was down Indy’s pants, jacking him off gently by the looks of it. Both their eyes were hot and heavy, focused on him and Connor. Indy winked at him, giving Noah the confirmation that he needed.
He turned back to Connor, found him watching Indy and Josh with tenderness. The man’s love for Josh was a thing of beauty, as was his dedication to their family. Noah owed him. Big time. How could he show him his gratitude and respect?
He kissed Connor’s mouth again, suddenly softer. Connor’s eyes widened in surprise.
Noah smiled. “Pay attention, O’Connor. This is a one-time thing.”
Slowly, he sank to his knees, ignoring the stab of pain in his stump as he did. He could kneel with his new prothesis, though it wasn’t exactly comfortable. The sharp intake of breath signaled Connor’s surprise. Before the man could say anything or react in any way, Noah had closed his mouth around that ginormous cock.
He couldn’t suck it in deep, no way. But fucking hell, he’d try to make it good. He circled his right hand around the base, squeezed tight. His left hand trailed between the man’s big balls, gently rolling them in the palm of his hand. He’d watched Josh enough times to know Connor loved that.
“Noah…” Connor moaned, a hint of protest in his voice.
Noah pulled back, moved his jaw up and down a little to relieve the tension. “Your cock deserves to be worshiped, Connor. It’s time you realized that.”
He sucked it back in, as Connor’s hands found his head, suddenly gentle and tender. Noah tongued his slit, strangely proud when Connor bucked, even though he had to hold that dick tight to prevent the guy from ramming it in too far. Hot damn, it was so fucking big. His tasted strong, bold. Sexy. As dominant as the man himself.
Noah teased him with his teeth, grinned around the cock when Connor bucked again. He brought two hands around the base now, stroking him hard and tight, while sucking as best as he could. It was sloppy, drool pooling everywhere, but what the fuck did he care?
Connor tensed, shivered. “Close,” he warned.
Should he swallow? He always did with Indy, but that had to be way less then what Connor was about to unload on him. He still didn’t particularly like the taste. No, he wasn’t gonna wimp out now. In for a penny, in for the w
hole mother load.
“Noah!” Connor warned again, but Noah dug in.
“Oh! Unnngghhh!” Connor let out a yell as he came, his massive body shaking with the effort.
Noah’s mouth flooded with cum, and he swallowed furiously. Half escaped down his chin before he could swallow again. Two strong hands lifted him up under his arms, set him back on his feet. Then Connor’s mouth was on him again, his tongue swiping his lips and chin to lick off his own cum. Connor dug in, not stopping until they were both out of breath again.
Finally, Connor pulled away, letting his forehead rest against Noah’s, their puffs of breath mingling.
“You’re a halfway decent cock sucker, Flint,” Connor finally said.
Noah grinned, then laughed. He loved this man, who had slowly but surely become his best friend, aside from Josh. “You’re welcome. Now, it’s time for Brad, ‘cause I’m in the mood to fuck hard.”
Connor held his wrist as Noah stepped back. “Fuck me instead.”
Noah frowned. Had he misheard? “What?” he asked rather stupidly.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Connor’s face showed he was absolutely serious. What the fuck was going on? “Why? No offense, but don’t you prefer to top?”
Connor’s jaw set. “I do, but right now I want to bottom. For you.”
Noah sighed. “If this is some misguided honor thing you feel you have to offer because I sucked you off…”
“It’s not. I was gonna offer it to you before you did that.”
“Connor, you have to help me, because I really don’t understand.”
Connor’s face softened. “I need the pain. I’m…It hurts, man. Losing Lucas all over again, realizing how I felt about him. It fucking hurts. It’s like there’s acid inside of me, slowly burning through my veins. I need to feel something else, anything else. Please, Noah.”
Those last two words hit Noah hard. Had he ever heard this proud, strong man beg before like this? He’d been stripped of every dignity he had left because of the overwhelming pain inside. God, he knew how the man felt.
Noah stepped close again, cupped both of Connor’s cheeks. “Okay, Connor. We’ve got you, okay? Whatever you need. Whomever you need.” He added the last bit. Connor had choices, and he damn well better realize it. Anyone here would step up, anyone he wanted to. Well, with the exception of Indy and Brad, probably.
“I want it to be you. Josh isn’t capable of hurting me, and with you, I know you won’t hold back. I trust you.”
It was a declaration of love more pure than anything Noah had ever heard. He kissed Connor gently, once. “Okay. Do you want to go to the bedroom, or do you prefer everyone to watch?”
Connor let out an audible sigh and relief relaxed the stress on his face somewhat. He didn’t answer, but walked away from Noah, bend himself over the table and held on to the other side with both hands.
Noah nodded. Okay, then. “Hold his hands,” he told the others. “And you guys better block this damn table from moving, ‘cause this is gonna get rough.”
He made eye contact with Josh, then Indy. Both sported identical looks of shock, mixed in with pride and maybe a hint of gratitude? Once again, they were taking care of each other. It was in a way Noah had never even dreamed of, but now that the moment had come, it was the most natural thing in the world. He didn’t even have to ask Indy for permission, knowing he had it without a doubt. If this was what Connor needed, this was what he would get.
“Brad,” he said quietly. “You may wanna start prepping yourself. Connor is gonna go straight for you after we’re done, and he’s not gonna be patient or gentle. You sure you’re up for that?”
Brad’s nod was definitive. “Yeah. I’ll be ready for him.”
Indy handed Noah a bottle of lube. “I love you,” he said.
Noah bent over to kiss him. “I love you, too, baby. You’re my everything.”
He lubed his cock first, making sure to coat it liberally. Connor wasn’t used to bottoming and Noah wasn’t exactly small, so he’d do what he could to make it good. It would still hurt, enough to take his mind off everything else, but Noah had no intention of causing more pain than Connor would be able to handle. The guy was a fucking Marine, so it wasn’t like he was gonna protest if Noah got too rough. No, this man would suck it up, like he’d sucked up everything these last few years.
“You ready for me, big guy?”
He didn’t wait for Connor’s answer, but pressed on his hole with his lubed index finger. Connor obediently bore down to let him on. Holy fuck, the guy was tight. Noah pushed in all the way, and Connor grunted, tensing for a second before relaxing again.
Miles was holding down one of his wrists, while Josh had the other. Charlie and Indy were putting their weight against the table, casually for now, but obviously ready to brace when things got more intense. Meanwhile, Brad had stripped and was on a chair with what looked like two or three fingers up his ass, prepping himself.
Noah slid his finger in and out until the tight channel around him loosened enough to add a second finger. Again, he didn’t wait, but slid it all the way in.
“You know, O’Connor, my cock may not be as big as yours, or as long as Josh’s, but it’s really thick and strong,” Noah said conversationally, while pumping his fingers in and out of Connor’s hole. “I can already tell you’re tight man, really tight, so I gotta warn you: this is gonna hurt. When my fat cock breeches your hole, you’re gonna scream. Like, actually scream.”
Connor harrumphed. “Bring it,” he snapped.
Noah bit back a smile. The guy was so easy to rile up, but that was exactly what Noah wanted. The more combative Connor would be, the more it would hurt in his own mind—way more than it would in reality.
“I dunno if your ass will even take me, man. It may be too much for you.”
Connor turned his head sideways. “If a fucking little elf like Indy can take you, I sure as hell can.”
Noah inserted three fingers, not too gently. “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, big guy. I’m telling you, it’s gonna be a tight fit. You’re gonna feel like my dick is tearing you in two.”
He’d lubed up Connor’s ass deeply while prepping him. It would have to do. Fuck, he’d better get this right. He’d been in the mood to fuck hard and deep. Hopefully Connor would be able to take it.
“Get ready, O’Connor. Brace yourself, and for fuck’s sake, bear down on me, okay?”
He lined up, planting his foot solidly on the floor. A deep breath filled his lungs with air, and his heart with courage. It was what Connor wanted, what he needed. And Noah would do anything the man asked.
He pushed in, ignored the muscles in Connor’s sphincter clamping down on him, trying to keep this brutal intruder out. Connor grunted, but Noah kept forcing himself in. When he was halfway, he took another deep breath, then slammed home. Connor’s breath stopped, and his body tensed up completely.
It took five, six thrusts before Connor’s inner canal finally relaxed around him. The strong body underneath him was shaking with tremors. Connor was fighting something, hard.
“Harder,” Connor said, his voice broken between pants of breath. “Don’t fucking hold back, Flint.”
Noah closed his eyes, blocking himself from the reaction of the others, who were probably be shocked. He would be, too, if he didn’t understand Connor so perfectly. Anything was better than that horrible, horrible pain inside. When he’d seen Josh, had registered what had been done to him, how he had been brutalized, Noah had died inside. The hurt had been so intense, so overwhelming that at times, he hadn’t been able to breathe.
His hands dug into Connor’s hips as Noah pulled back, only to slam back in. Their bodies collided with force, his balls slapping wet against Connor’s ass. He flexed his hips, drove in again. And again. And again, until a red haze filled his vision and he roared, throwing his head back in his neck. He wasn’t holding back, was fucking like he’d never fucked before—not even with Josh.
/> Connor’s wails pierced his heart. If he wasn’t so damn sure it was the mental pain the man was letting out rather than the physical pain, he would have pulled out in deep, deep shame. But Noah was giving him an outlet, an excuse, was tearing down the walls that kept his pain blocked in.
He came so hard his breath stopped in his lungs, his balls unloading painfully. He had to blink a few times before his eyes would focus again, as he slowly pulled out. God, he was sweaty all over from the sheer exertion.
Connor was spread out on the table, sobbing, his wrists still being held by Miles and Josh, but everyone was touching him as well, stroking his head, his face, his back. He’d gone slack, Noah noticed, was barely able to hold up his own weight.
“Lift him on the table,” Noah ordered. God, he needed something to drink. He spotted a water bottle, walked over to grab it, and downed it with a few greedy gulps. Behind him, many hands lifted Connor on the table.
“Here,” Indy said. “Lift him up a sec.”
Noah turned around, watched as they put a soft blanket underneath Connor. Josh cradled his head, kissing him gently. “Let it out, babe. You’ve been too strong for too long.”
Noah drank the rest of the water bottle. Phew, that was better. He’d been parched. Fucking Connor was a workout.
“He needs release,” Noah said. “Jack him off, and don’t be too gentle. He likes it rough.”
It was a beautiful sight, multiple hands reaching out for Connor’s massive cock. Surprisingly, Miles was first, folding his large hand around the base, while—equally surprising, if not more—Indy’s much smaller hand squeezed the crown, pushing out a few drops of pre cum. Brad—who was wearing a giant butt plug— climbed up on the table between Connor’s legs. He dropped flat on his stomach, and started licking Connor’s balls instantly. Charlie reached for Connor’s nipples, pinched one, then the other. It was a team effort, and within seconds, Connor’s sobs turned into gasps, then moans.
Noah found a packet of baby wipes, quickly cleaned himself up. “You did good, babe,” Indy told him as he stepped back to the table, where Connor was now squirming.