Page 22 of Party of Three

“No, sir.”

“You liking it?”

“Gonna shoot if I touch myself, sir. Does that answer the question?”

Because it’s your cock his lips are sliding along,he wanted to say. Why did that feel like too much given all the other lines they’d crossed?

“Get those pants off him,papi,” Mateo ordered.

Still sucking, Buckley pushed Jeff’s dress pants down past his hips, then his knees. Finally, he had to slide off Jeff’s cock so he could pull the man’s puddled pants out from his ankles.

“Shirt too,” Mateo ordered.

Buckley complied. He half expected the two men to start kissing passionately given how close their mouths were again. When they didn’t, Mateo realized he’d managed to place his boyfriend entirely under his command. Once Jeff’s dress shirt was off, Buckley looked to Mateo with wide-eyed eagerness, and with a thrill, Mateo realized his boyfriend was asking for his next move.

“Do you want to touch him?”

Buckley nodded. “Yes.”

“Where?”

“His chest. I want to feel his chest.”

“Okay, you can touch his chest. But you have to kiss him while you do it so he knows how grateful you are for his cock.”

Not touching himself was sweet torture. Even though they’d never been in the same room before tonight, the two men he loved desperately were both naked and under his control. For the first time, he was dominating Jeff, and he was doing it in a way that felt right for them both—for all three of them—by offering up his boyfriend, who hungered for submission, and who’d unwittingly set the stage for their forbidden desires to bloom.

“Buckley, back up.”

Startled, Buckley complied, swallowing, turning to face Mateo as if he’d done something wrong. “Take your clothes off. Show the master sergeant what a sexy body you have.” There it was, the faint flicker of hesitation, the insecurity about always having been what he called athick boy. But Mateo knew the best treatment for this insanity was to aggressively and forcefully remind him what a sexy fucking bitch he was at every turn.

Buckley unbuttoned his pants. Jeff started toward him to help.

“Stay right there,” Mateo said.

Jeff, unaccustomed to being bossed around by junior Marines present or former—froze in place. When he saw Mateo wasn’t kidding, he sucked in a deep breath through his nose, then returned his lascivious attention to his intended target. The slow hesitancy with which Buckley undressed was a stark counterpart to the confidence and speed with which he’d devoured Jeff’s cock. Another reminder that he too often put others’ needs ahead of his own, something Mateo had become determined to rid him of one explosive fuck at a time.

He slid out of one pant leg, then the other before kicking them aside. When he pushed his briefs down over his hips, his cock popped up and slapped his navel, as hard as it would get when Mateo was deep inside him and driving down on his special spot.

“Turn all the way around so the master sergeant can see how beautiful you are.”

His eyes fluttering closed, swallowing carefully, Buckley did as instructed. Mateo caught Jeff gently stroking his own cock.

“Hands at your sides, Master Sergeant.”

This time Jeff laughed softly under his breath, as if Mateo’s show of dominance was an adorable little game. He obeyed, however, and by the time Buckley had completed his slow turn, the older man’s eyes were lust glazed.

But Mateo was more concerned with Buckley’s comfort level. It had exploded out of the box, this fantasy, while everything else they’d done together had been carefully scripted, sometimes even rehearsed. Was there a way to set ground rules on the fly?

“Papi,” Mateo asked softly. “Is the dry cleaning back?”

This was their soft and secret code, a polite way for Mateo to inquire if Buckley was prepared to get fully and aggressively fucked without forcing him to go into specifics that might kill the mood.

Buckley shook his head.

If Jeff was curious about this exchange, he kept it to himself. “You’re such a good boy,papi. Look how hard the master sergeant is for you.” Buckley’s eyes fluttered in that special way they did when he was about to come, and suddenly Mateo was thinking of a term he’d only heard a few times in life, and mostly while researching sex stuff on the internet.Praise kink.

His boyfriend had a praise kink, and he could see it in the effect the wordsgood boyhad on him—flushing his milky skin, making his cock jump and his already hungry breaths intensify. Something about their role-play—as one sided as it had been—had fed this kink of Buckley’s for a year now. Fed both his kinks, Mateo realized. By pretending to be stock characters Mateo fantasized about, he’d fulfilled his own fantasy of watching Mateo with other men. And by turning himself into Mateo’s fantasy each time, he’d solicited the praise and validation he was after. But both seemed like longer back routes to a place Mateo could take him to more directly.

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