Page 23 of Party of Three

With Jeff’s help.

“He really is a good boy, isn’t he, Master Sergeant? He’s got a smart mouth, but deep down all he wants to do is please.”

Jeff nodded, eyebrow raised. He reached for his own cock again, and Mateo snapped his fingers.

“You forgive him, right? He’s a good boy who wants to make it up to you. Take him to bed. Let my boyfriend show you what a good, hungry slut he is.”

Jeff slid an arm around Buckley’s shoulders, guiding him through the sliding double doors that opened on to the bedroom. Mateo rose and followed. He liked the fact that he was still wearing his unbuttoned dress shirt while the men before him were totally naked, like the rumpled Ralph Lauren was some kind of master of debauched ceremonies costume.

As he and Buckley sank onto the comforter together, Jeff transformed his lascivious attention into pure, tender affection,hugging and caressing and kissing and stroking Buckley at a leisurely, lingering pace. Buckley, for his part, looked like he was melting into the bigger man’s kisses, losing himself in his powerful embrace.

“He worked so hard to get you here tonight,” Mateo said softly. “He wanted so bad to make me happy. He wants to make you happy too, Master Sergeant.”

Mouths locked, Jeff had taken one of Buckley’s nipples in one hand and was tweaking it hard and furiously. Buckley’s mouth popped open against Jeff’s. That and the strangled cry of pleasure in his throat must have let Jeff know he’d hit a sensitive target.

“There you go,” Mateo said. “You found one of his spots. I’ll tell you where the others are too. That way you can really show him what a good boy he is.”

“Babe,” Buckley gasped. “Get down here with us. Please.”

“I second that,” Jeff growled before devouring Buckley’s lips with another kiss.

“Can’t. Gonna blow the second one of you touches me. And I want to enjoy every minute of my birthday present.” Bending down slightly, Mateo put a hand on Buckley’s hip and rolled him gently onto his back. “I can help though.”

He spread Buckley’s thighs, then traced one finger down the inside of each one, making his boyfriend shiver twice in quick succession, showing Jeff a new set of paths to driving Buckley wild. Two of them, a matching set. Jeff took the trip with his caressing hands, as Buckley gritted his teeth to keep from crying out. Clearly hungry for more of the same reaction, Jeff slid down Buckley’s body, replacing his caressing hands and tracing fingers with his tongue. A tongue that worked its way up to the underside of Buckley’s balls before swallowing him in one forceful move.

The sight of his muscled former crew chief inhaling his boyfriend’s cock drove Mateo even closer to the edge. His eyes had fluttered shut so the warm wetness on one hand caught him by surprise. Buckley was sucking Mateo’s fingers with the same eagerness Jeff was using on his cock. The remote kissing thing had been tingly and magical, but this was a white-hot shock that went through his whole body, like an electric current was traveling through all three men at the same time.

Puppy-dog eager, Buckley’s blue eyes gazed up at him.

Jeff was caressing the underside of Buckley’s balls while sucking his cock, then his fingers started to play a gentle tune across Buckley’s hole. Apparently he’d interpreted their code correctly because he wasn’t using half the force of which he was capable.

“Baby,” Buckley whispered into Mateo’s fingers.

“What do you need my sweet, beautiful boy?”

Buckley hesitated, which left Mateo wondering what sort of request could be wilder than all the things they were already doing.

“Show him how much you missed him,” Buckley finally whispered. “Please. Show Jeff how much you missed him.”

Jeff stopped sucking but he didn’t stop stroking, even as he looked up at Mateo with a hard glint in his eyes and spit-slick lips. Truth was, that look he always talked about Jeff having, the one that could make a guy drop their undies in ten seconds flat, had worked a few wonders on him as well.

“How do you want me to do that,papi?” Mateo asked, feeling his dominance slipping away. The look in Jeff’s eyes, the need in Buckley’s voice—these two men owned him now and probably forever.

“Just give him a kiss. That’s all.”

Jeff rose to his knees on the other side of Buckley’s prone body. Mateo beheld the sight of him. Brawny and masculine. Adifferent kind of beauty from Buckley’s, for sure. All hard angles to Buckley’s luscious brawn. It had hurt and angered him to discover that he couldn’t bend himself to the full arc of Jeff’s desire for him. But he’d bent plenty. He’d slept inside the man’s powerful embrace like a baby that last night in San Diego, and a part of him had longed for it ever since. And then those kisses. Those kisses he’d thought about ever since that wild weekend. Kisses that had been enough to make him spill in Jeff’s stroking hand.

They were face-to-face again, and this room was nicer and more beautiful, and the beautiful man between them wasn’t some rando who’d skitter out the door as soon as this was done. There’d be no hurrying out the door as soon as this was done. For any of them. He’d make sure of that.

“I missed you, Cano.”

“If you missed me that bad, use my first name for a change.”

Jeff cocked one eyebrow. “You’ve been calling me master sergeant all night.”

“Kiss me, Jeff.”

The man’s powerful hand wrapped around the back of Mateo’s head. Mateo felt his lips part in surrender, and then, at last, they were tasting each other again. The roughness of the man’s cheeks and chin a delicious counterpoint to the slick, smooth kisses he and Buckley had shared for a year now.

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