Page 38 of Party of Three

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Sprawled naked across the comforter, Buckley tried not to writhe in frustration over the fact that neither of the men near him on the bed would touch him. Yet.

According to their unofficial tally, Mateo had banked two dares, one from Jeff and one from Buckley. Buckley had banked only one, and it was from Jeff. But Mateo was still recovering from their aborted swim, so they’d decided Buckley would go first. Which was why he was now ass up and face down, gooseflesh prickling his skin as he anticipated the sweet torture to come.

Carefully, gently, Jeff placed a row of small plastic toiletry bottles down Buckley’s spine. Six in all, the set from the tub and the set from the walk-in shower.

“Remind me how this works again?”

Mateo, who was propped against the headboard in nothing but a pair of white boxers, watched their setup routine with a hungry look in his eyes. “Jeff is going to eat your ass to the best of his abilities. You have to stay completely still the whole time. Knock over one of the bottles and he stops. Then you have to sit up, look me dead in the eye, and describe one of the sexual fantasies you’ve been keeping secret for a year. In explicit, explicit detail.”

“Secret is such a…strong word. All I did was make yours front and center. Doesn’t that make me a good, generous boyfriend?”

“No back talk, firecracker.” Jeff punctuated his point by giving one of Buckley’s bare ass cheeks a little, teasing peck.

Jesus, this was going to be hard. He’d seen firsthand what the older man’s talented tongue could do. Buckley was way more sensitive down there than Mateo was. Nothing drove him over a wall faster than a good rim job.

He sighed into the sheets. “Fine.”

Jeff started with a slow, confident caress of both of Buckley’s cheeks. Then he gently nuzzled his nose into Buckley’s ass crack. Small, intimate, teasing, these little gestures sent blood thundering through Buckley’s veins. They saidI am utterly at home here and will stay down here as long as you let me.Experienced as he was, he didn’t make the mistake of kneading his ass like it was bread dough, either. Instead, he parted Buckley’s cheeks, breathing gently against his quivering hole, leaving Buckley to imagine the intent, focused look on the man’s face as he surveyed the landscape he was about to ravage.

Jeff let out a throaty groan. “This is good fucking pussy.”

“Cheating!” Buckley cried.

Laughing, Mateo, said, “He’s right, man. We said no dirty talk. Just tongue action.”

“Fine,” Jeff growled, then gave Buckley a little bite on one cheek to punish him.

The first stroke was long and wet and wide. And perfect. Absolutely perfect, and Buckley had no choice but to screw his eyes shut, breathing hard and fast through his nostrils. His reflex was to bend his knees, give Jeff more ready access, but the rules said he had to stay completely still. It was hard, so hard. And this was merely the intro, he was sure. Jeff was preparing the field, getting it nice and slick so that his wilder tongue movements would slip and slide and flicker with less friction.

“You like that,papi?”

“Cheating,” Buckley whispered through hissing, teeth-clenched breaths.

“Sorry.” It sounded like Mateo was smiling, but Buckley couldn’t look up.

Jeff unleashed a head-spinning two step on Buckley’s ass—mad, focused flickers right at Buckley’s hole followed by long wet swipes to keep the whole area slick. One round, then another. Halfway through the third, bolts of pleasure shot up his spine. In his mind’s eye, he saw himself driving his ass up and back into Jeff’s working tongue like a little bitch in heat. Which was exactly how he felt.

Two of the bottles on his lower back went over and slid to the bed. “Dammit.”

When Jeff backed off Buckley’s ass, it felt like all the air in the room was departing with him. Mateo collected the little bottles that were still standing.

“Alright,” Jeff said with a cocky grin. “Let’s hear one.”

Buckley sat up, sank back onto his haunches. He was nervous. But he was also determined to dive into this challenge headfirst, no looking back.

“Okay, so I go off to Vegas with some friends. I promise you I won’t gamble, but I do, and I lose a bunch of our money. When I come home and tell you, you’re trying to keep it together but I can also tell you’re pissed. Then you tell me I have to earn the money back somehow…”

“How?” Mateo asked.

“You tie me naked to the bed and then you invite a bunch of friends over and you charge them to fuck me one by one.”

Jeff’s throaty grunt and eager smile suggested he was trying not to holler with horny delight. Mateo’s eyes were aflame.

“And all your friends look like Jeff,” Buckley added, batting his eyelashes.

Mateo swallowed, chewed his bottom lip.

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