Page 28 of Party of Three

Long and slow had Mateo groaning into the comforter. So did another, and another. When he raised his head from the majestic heaven of the man’s cheeks, he saw Buckley spearing himself hard and fast. “See?” he said, eyes glassy and wild. “There are other ways you can top my boyfriend, Master Sergeant.”

Jeff went back in, unleashing a series of mad flickers that made Mateo whimper and cry. The sweetest sound Jeff had ever heard. The deep, punching tongue fuck was greeted with silence, probably ’cause Mateo was truly a top. That was fine. He had two techniques to work with, and he attacked them with vigor. He’d never heard Mateo make noises like this, not even when he was tasting a fine dessert. The aggressiveness with which Buckley was fucking himself, and the dazzled, wondrous expression on his face as he did so, suggested he hadn’t heard his boyfriend make noises like this either.

No more rank or nicknames, his name moaned in a pleading tone by the man who drove him wild.

His hand found Mateo’s cock. Rock hard, leaking sap. Jeff licked and flickered, kissed and nibbled. Years of hunger unleashed in a way he’d never dreamed possible.

He had to stop or he was going to come, and his appetite had spread beyond the beautiful man sprawled ass up and face down in front of him.

Buckley’s eyes widened when he saw Jeff was on his knees again, but he was slowly grinding the dildo in and out of his hole, his nostrils flaring and his own cock a throbbing pink rod against his milk-pale stomach.

Suddenly they were both approaching Buckley like stalking lions.

Jeff sank to his knees. Mateo did the same next to him. Buckley let out a soft, startled cry when Jeff took the end of the dildo from his grip and began to replicate the motions Buckley had been using to drive himself to the brink. His eyes turned wide and expectant, his breaths whistling through his moist, parted lips.

“Well, well. Look at what we have here,” Jeff said. “Damn, you’re right, Cano. Your boyfriend’s one hungry slut.”

“Yeah, and apparently he’s been keeping it a secret just how hungry he is.”

“Looks like the secret’s out.” Jeff released the dildo’s end, and Mateo took over. Buckley let out a stuttering breath at having command of his pleasure transferred from one man to the other. He reached for his cock. Jeff batted it away. “Oh, no you don’t, firecracker. You want to play games, tell lies, get us all hot and bothered and out of our minds, then we get to play with this ass as much as we want. When we’re done, you’re done, and not a second before.”

“That’s right, Master Sergeant. This ass is ours.”

It sounded like Buckley was trying to speak, but his words became incomprehensible. Mateo slowly speared him all the way to the hilt. Buckley’s slitted eyes turned white as he pressed the crown of his head back into the chair’s cushion.

Oursagain. Jeff’s cock jerked at the simple, short word.

The title.

The brand.

“Can’t believe he’s been keeping this a secret,” Mateo said, “how much he wanted the two of us together. How hard he’d get watching you eat my ass.”

Mateo released the dildo. Jeff took that as his cue to take control again.

“Makes me wonder what other secrets he’s been keeping,” Mateo said softly. He’d gently seized both of Buckley’s nipples in his fingers and was playing some music on them that made Buckley whimper and give his boyfriend a look that appeared desperate with hunger.

“I don’t think any of us are gonna have a secret left by the time we leave this room,” Jeff said.

“Me too.” Mateo bent forward, gave his boyfriend a gentle kiss on the lips, but Buckley was gasping so desperately from the forceful sex toy fuck Jeff was giving him he could barely return it. “But I can tell you one of his.”

“Oh yeah?” Jeff asked.

Mateo nodded, then he sank down to all fours on the carpet, bringing himself eye level with the thick pink dildo sliding in and out of his boyfriend’s hole. He caressed one of Buckley’s slick, pink cheeks gently. “This right here,” he said softly, then he gave his ass cheek a kiss, barely inches from where Jeff was spearing. “This isn’t just an ass, Master Sergeant. It’s a pussy. And pretty soon you’re going to fill it with your cock.”

When Buckley yowled, Jeff thought maybe he was angry his boyfriend had given away his special nickname for his ass. Then he saw strands of pearly white cream lacing Buckley’s sweaty stomach. Jeff switched to long, slow, deep, piercing strokes, determined to drive every last drop of seed from the man as he spasmed and jerked and tried to catch his breath with a seriesof grunts, groans, and growls that made him sound both furious and joyful at once.

Mateo’s joy was undeniable. He cackled and rose to his knees, clearly delighted to have sent his boyfriend over the edge with the use of a single dirty word. Furiously, he stroked his cock over his boyfriend’s stomach.

The sight roused Buckley from his stupor. He reached forward and tapped Mateo on the ass a few times. Recognizing some unspoken signal, Mateo scooted forward, rising up off his knees, holding himself up with one hand braced against the chair’s arm. Suddenly his erupting cock was between Buckley’s lips, and the guy was drinking his boyfriend’s seed like it was chocolate milk. Inhaling the stuff with an intimacy and confidence that made Jeff blow.

By the time he was done, Mateo had fallen to the carpet next to the floor so he could watch the final moments of the show, and when Jeff blinked and caught his breath, he saw Buckley spreading the tendrils of Jeff’s creamy load up across his stomach and in a lazy circle around his navel. But his blue eyes were locked on Jeff’s face, and his drowsy half smile seemed to say,You’re next.

Jeff kissed him.

It should have been nothing considering all they’d done to each other, but there was something about the force of it, the spontaneity of it, that captured all three of them in a silent grip. It was a kiss that saidI see you and want you to be mine.And Buckley returned it with drowsy, spent hunger. And when he pulled back slowly, Jeff looked to Mateo as if he’d been caught doing something bad, which also seemed absurd. But Mateo was smiling, eyes hooded, chewing his bottom lip. A relaxed but calculating look. Like he’d seen something deeper and more complicated in this split-second kiss—and he liked it.

He’d fallen for Mateo long ago.

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