Page 2 of Party of Three

When it came to making fantasies come true for the man he loved, he was always willing to make an exception. Making one exception usually left him hungry to make a dozen more.

Outside of their role-play, his boyfriend was a perfect gentleman, the kind of man who opened doors for him, placed a hand gently on the small of his back, and asked permission before stepping around him in the kitchen. They’d been together over a year, and he’d presented him with gifts for each of their three anniversaries—the anniversary of their first coffee date,the anniversary of their first kiss, and the anniversary of the first night Buckley took every inch of him while gazing up into his eyes.

Early in their relationship he’d struggled to confess to fantasies like this one. Mateo had been far less experienced then, a few hookups with guys he’d met online and never seen again. Thanks to a deeply religious family, and some homophobic commanding officers during his early days in the Marines, he’d struggled with his sexuality for years. But the more Buckley had given him the space to share his wildest side, the closer they’d become, and now, when they were in a scene, he was a filthy pig who took whatever he wanted, and Buckley delighted in being taken by him in a dozen different ways.

His favorite performances so far included a high school soccer bro, a mouthy lance corporal under Mateo’s command, a pesky door-knocking Mormon missionary, and a handsy clerk at a menswear store they’d put together in their closet upstairs, complete with some potted plants and chill ambient music in the background.

Mateo stroked the rest of Buckley’s cock out into the foyer’s air-conditioned chill. “Think I didn’t see the way you looked at me just now, you hungry little slut?” His other hand cupped Buckley’s chin, and Buckley’s spine went soft. “You think I don’t see what a bad boy you are? All lonely and horny and home by yourself.” A firm kiss, then he pushed Buckley’s boxers down past his hips, leaving him stark naked in the daylight streaming through the narrow window next to the front door.

Just as they’d rehearsed, Buckley pulled away. “Alright, mister. How’s this? I suck your cock for, like, a minute or two, then you hightail it out of here before my boyfriend gets home.”

“Sure thing, pretty boy. Get to work.” He placed one hand firmly on the crown of Buckley’s head and pushed him to his knees.

Aflame with submissive desire, he tore at his boyfriend’s belt buckle, then the buttons of his khaki pants.

When Mateo’s cock sprung free, his wonder was genuine, even though he was only pretending to see it for the first time. Thick and veiny and proud, with smooth, heavy balls awaiting his fingers and tongue. He watched his boyfriend’s every reaction as he swallowed him to the root. Watched his eyes grow hooded, his jaw tense, his breaths pulsing through parted lips.

Every now and then the pleasure made the man smile, and shimmers of Buckley’s boyfriend shone through the role he was playing. The guy who brought him flowers on their second date—irises, because they represented a bright future, and because he’d listened well enough on their first date to remember purple was Buckley’s favorite color. The one who loved to cook for him, who’d pull him close with one arm around his waist so he could spoon-feed him little tastes of whatever he was brewing. Transforming that sweet, sensitive man into the stuff of his most secret fantasies allowed Buckley to consume him in his purest and most delicious form.

“You know that ass is mine, right?” Mateo snarled.

Buckley stopped sucking but he didn’t stop stroking. “What if we get caught?”

Mateo shrugged, but his gaze was lust filled. “I’ll fuck him too, if that’s what it takes to have you.”

Not in the script but oh so very hot, Buckley thought, then hopped to his feet and grabbed his hand. A few seconds later, they stumbled into the laundry room like it was a storm shelter and there was a tornado screaming outside. Mateo slammed the door, then lifted him up on top of the washing machine as their mouths met in desperate, open-mouthed passion. “We have to be quiet,” Buckley gasped even though they most certainly didn’t and he had no plans to do so.

“How ’bout I cover your mouth when I fuck the cum out of you?”

It was a question that needed no answer. He spread Buckley’s thighs, then his mouth found his hole, sending waves of heat through his body. Within seconds he was on the edge of bliss thanks to the mad, wet flickers of his boyfriend’s tongue and the gentle, teasing circling of his fingers. Soon a deeper temptation claimed him. He found himself reaching for the little bottle of lube he’d stashed next to the Tide Pods on the shelf above their heads. He shoved it toward his boyfriend.

“Someone’s been a slutty boy in the laundry room.” Grinning wickedly, Mateo poured a thin stream from the bottle along his cock and stroked it. There was something eager and wild-eyed in the way he’d saidslutty.Like it was a compliment on par withbeautiful. Who was more excited by the prospect of Buckley fucking multiple strange men in their laundry room? Mateo, the fantasy delivery guy, or Mateo, the boyfriend he shared a life with? The latter thrilled him in ways that made his heart race even faster, as if there was no limit to the things they could share with each other.

His kink was being Mateo’s kink.

He’d never cheat on Mateo in a million years—unless Mateo wanted him to.

“Let me show you just how slutty,” he said, then spread his thighs farther in the way he knew made Mateo wild with hunger.

Once he was inside, Mateo rocked gently, slowly scratching Buckley’s deepest itch. He hadn’t been a virgin when they’d first met, but in the year they’d been together he’d opened a hungry place inside of Buckley that only he could reach. A good man who’d been forced to be a good boy for too long, with Buckley he could be as bad as he wanted to be.

“Papi, I’m going to—” Realizing he’d slipped out of character, Mateo stopped himself. But Buckley lived for the earnest,intense tone that came into his boyfriend’s voice whenever he was about to come. Like it was always a miraculous surprise to him that he’d reached the apex of bliss, a surprise that might blow them both apart if he didn’t give Buckley proper warning.

“Do it.”

“I’m not wearing a—”

“Breed me, delivery boy. Breed me with that big cock before my boyfriend comes home.”

Utter porn debauchery, and the final twist Mateo needed. The core of this fantasy he’d been brave enough to share. Buckley understood.

Deep down, he thought,we all want to be desired by someone willing to break the rules for us.

He bellowed, filling Buckley with heat, body jerking as the spasms ripped through him. He barely gave himself any time to recover before he was back to thrusting and stroking Buckley’s cock to completion. Then, fantasy fulfilled, characters broken, he sank down onto Buckley and took him in his arms.

The same words that always left Buckley’s lips in this moment came whispering from him like a prayer. “I belong to you.”

“Well, Iloveyou.”

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