Page 21 of Party of Three

“I could learn.”

A silence settled over the room. Maybe it was a shocked one, but from the blazing intensity in Jeff’s and Mateo’s expressions, it seemed more like a beast living inside each man had been brought to its feet by the smell of fresh bait. The prospect of owning Buckley’s ass—together.

A soft, tugging sound drew his attention. Mateo had unzipped his suit pants and released his ragingly hard cock. Another signal this was turning into exactly the birthday present he wanted.

“Your turn, Master Sergeant,” Mateo said. “What were you really thinking about when you danced with my boyfriend tonight?”

Jeff studied Buckley for what felt like an eternity. Mateo leisurely stroked himself as he waited for him to answer.

Slowly, the older man reached up and cupped the side of his face in one hand. “I wanted to know if these lips taste as good as they look.”

“Good,” Mateo said. “We’re making progress. What else?”

“I wanted to make a meal out of him with you the way we did that go-go boy.”

Mateo closed his eyes briefly. He drew his hand back. Buckley knew that look. It was the look he made when he was about to blow too soon. Steadying himself with a deep breath, Mateo said, “Let’s see what kind of meal you make out of him first.”

“Any tips?”

“From me? You taught me everything I know, Master Sergeant.”

Rising to his feet, eyes lust hooded, Mateo watched them closely as he removed his jacket and set it on the chaise beside him. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down to the floor.

Buckley prepared for his advance, expecting his boyfriend to join them, but Mateo, half naked now and throbbing with evidence of his arousal, sank back down to a seat on the chaise, content to watch, looking utterly confident and in control of the scene before him. Somehow this made Buckley feel more deliciously dominated than when Mateo was deep inside of him and pinning him to the mattress.

Buckley’s jacket was sliding off of him, too, but it was Jeff who was removing it. “You know this one well, though. You’ve been learning his body for a year.” After he tossed Buckley’s jacket to the floor, he went after the buttons on his shirt, slowly, methodically. Gazing down at the Marine’s working hand Buckley gasped at the occasional brush of the man’s fingers against his bare skin.

“I’ll tell you this, Master Sergeant. He likes a gentleman in the streets and a filthy pig in the sheets. And when he’s on his knees, he is one dirty, hungry slut.”

He’d never had a hands-free orgasm in his life, and certainly never jetted inside of his pants from nothing other than heated dirty talk. Another few seconds of this and both possibilities might become reality. When Jeff brought their lips together again, this time adding a firm grip to the back of his neck, Buckley felt even closer to an eruption.

“That’s good,” Jeff said, nostrils flaring when they broke for breath. “That’s real good. On your fucking knees, firecracker. Make your boyfriend proud.”

7

Christmas Eve, when he knew his parents had gotten him that Xbox he’d been begging for. The first night in his own bed after a long deployment. These moments had filled him with almost as much delicious anticipation as the sight of his boyfriend kneeling before the man who’d saved his life.

Gently, tenderly, Buckley fished Jeff’s cock from his suit pants, taking a moment to marvel, wide-eyed, over its throbbing length. Realizing, no doubt, that he was about to savor its once forbidden pleasure with permission. Jeff cupped the back of his head, trying not to force the younger man’s mouth into action before he was ready, clearly struggling to be worshiped when he was desperate to claim and devour.

Then Buckley gave Mateo an eager, silent look. Mateo nodded. The simple gesture made him feel more powerful than surviving boot camp without a broken bone. In an instant that stole Mateo’s breath and turned the sides of his face hot, Buckley swallowed Jeff’s cock, eyes locked with Mateo’s the whole time.

Once again, he had to pull his hand back from his absent stroking. He wanted to edge his way through every second of this, and he’d been wholly unprepared for the ball-tensing, full-body response he’d get watching Buckley with another man for the first time.

Not just any other man. Jeff.

He was feeling the very thing Buckley had described moments earlier. Buckley was getting fed, and so Mateo was getting fed too. Meanwhile, from the looks of it, Jeff wasgetting one of the best blow jobs he’d ever gotten in his life. More importantly, Buckley’s fantasies were also being revealed for the first time. Fantasies of serving, performing, and taking direction. Of being watched and directed and guided. And shared.

“Christ,” Jeff whispered, nearly breathless with pleasure.

Knowing his boyfriend liked his sex talk dirty and porny to the extreme, Mateo decided to steer them into that line. “Got myself an A-plus cocksucker, didn’t I, Master Sergeant?”

Jeff’s face lit up with a smile, but he swallowed quickly. “Sure did, Cano. You sure did.” He was clearly struggling to play along thanks to the incapacitating pleasure, but the dialogue was authentic and accurate. Buckley was amazingly skilled in this area, and the first time he’d gone to work on Mateo he’d turned him into a puddle.

“Bet you’re fucking this mouth every morning, aren’t you?” Jeff finally said.

“You got that right. First thing.”

“Ever watched his lips slide along another man’s cock like this?”

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