Page 27 of Party of Three

Mateo’s breath left him in a startled huff.

Jeff had finally confessed to the reckless love that had driven him to nearly sacrifice his own life to save Mateo from what had looked like certain death. And he’d done it while caressing the side of Mateo’s face.

Slowly, Mateo took one of his fingertips between his lips and sucked—hungrily, submissively, worshipfully—before returning his attention to Jeff’s cock.

“Is this allowed?” Jeff asked.

Gazing up at him confidently, Mateo answered with a long, slow lick up the length of Jeff’s shaft. Then he swallowed the man with more skill than he’d demonstrated that night in San Diego. Another sign of Buckley’s training and guidance. The sweet, shy Marine Jeff had once taken under his wing had been transformed into a sexual powerhouse, and he was rocking the foundations of Jeff’s world.

He wasn’t doing it alone, however.

The bathroom door slid sideways and Buckley emerged, naked, his white skin gone pink in places from the shower, a heady combo of freshly scrubbed innocence and raw lust. Any doubts that he and Mateo might have gotten ahead of themselves were dispelled when Buckley started stroking his cock at the sight of both men tangled together in bed.

“Sorry, baby,” Mateo said, still stroking. “I couldn’t resist.”

“Don’t want you to.” Buckley smiled. “Fun bag?”

Mateo let the slick head of Jeff’s cock pop from his lips and pointed behind him. “Top drawer.”

At the dresser beneath the flat-screen TV, Buckley followed Mateo’s instruction and pulled out a toiletry bag, then went stone still at the sight of whatever was inside. Focusing on anything other than the pleasure Mateo was giving him was a challenge, but Jeff couldn’t ignore that Buckley’s upper back was shaking with silent laughter. He pulled something from the bag and turned around, revealing a massive veiny dildo. “Um, babe?”

Still stroking Jeff’s cock, Mateo looked back over one shoulder and laughed. “Surprise. I figured it’d be hard to get my hands on a zucchini.” Mateo smiled down at Jeff’s cock in his stroking hand. “No idea we’d end up with the real thing.”

And with that, Mateo swallowed Jeff’s cock again.

As Mateo sucked, Buckley sank down into the chair in the corner, reached into the open fun bag nearby for a bottle of lube. The intent expression on his face sent chills up Jeff’s spine. When he bent both knees and rested the soles of his feet on the edge of the chair’s seat, Jeff realized what he was about to do; his breath caught and his balls tensed up in the same dizzying instant. The sight of a confident bottom working himself over with a big thick toy had always done him in. But this was Buckley, his firecracker. The man who’d brought Mateo back to him, the one who’d given him something entirely new and unexpected in return.

It was sweet torture, giving himself over to the pleasure Mateo’s mouth was giving while watching Buckley carefully lube himself up. Jeff tried to memorize every confident circling of Buckley’s three fingers, and then, the careful and skillful way he slowly speared himself on the sex toy that was Jeff but not Jeff.

He could only keep his eyes open a few seconds at a time or else he was going to erupt too soon.

Mateo, his beautiful, sweet Mateo, devouring his cock with newly acquired skill.

Buckley, vulnerable and open and unashamed as he filled himself with the special present his boyfriend had brought as a surprise.

A present that was supposed to bring Jeff’s presence into the room. Into their bed.

Buckley fought to keep his eyes open amidst the blend of pleasure and resistance. Clearly, he didn’t want to miss a beat of the work Mateo was performing on Jeff’s pleasure-paralyzed body.

Mateo stopped his sucking and looked back over one shoulder.

“You like watching us,papi?”

Buckley nodded slowly, fucking himself long and slow. “No stopping,” he managed through his heavy breaths.

“What else do you want to see?” Mateo asked.

Eyes closed, stuttering out a breath, he smiled. But Jeff thought it was pretty clear he’d dragged that thick girth and those plastic veins over his G-spot harder than he’d meant to, and he was fighting an eruption. There was, in Jeff’s opinion, no more beautiful sight than the pleasure that overtook a bottom when you ground into them in just the right place.

“If Jeff’s the reason you eat ass like a champ, I want to see him prove it.”

Mateo laughed and sank back onto his haunches.

His heart had been racing before. Now it thundered.

He’d never tasted Mateo before. Guided and directed him on the ass of that stripper, sure. But he’d never been down there himself, no matter how many times he’d dreamed of it, so when Mateo turned around to face his boyfriend, then slowly bent forward onto his elbows, offering up those smooth, brown globes with their fine dusting of jet-black hair along the crack, Jeff hadto be careful as he rose to his knees. If his cock brushed the bedding, he might empty himself onto the comforter.

He bent forward, caressed Mateo’s ass cheeks for the first time, feeling like he might cry with joy. It was time for the rim parade, a trick he’d taught Mateo a year and a half ago. Three different types of licks in succession to see which one gets the best response. Long and wide and up the center of his crack, followed by a mad flicker around the edge of his hole, finished off with a couple deep, punching tongue fucks. Most guys were a fan of at least one.

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