Page 6 of The Fortunate Ones
My phone vibrated with the message from Skye. “Right on cue.” I grinned wolfishly, tamping down my nerves.
Luca took my hand, squeezing it tightly, and all my worry dissipated. Maybe this wasn’t how I’d imagined our relationship evolving, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Ready?” Luca asked me, a small smile on his face.
“Let’s do this.”
I pushed the door open to the playroom, the breath whooshing out of me when I got my first glimpse of Brooks on his knees in the center on the cushioned floor designed specifically for kneeling submissives. Skye, especially, could only be in that position for a short amount of time due to an injury in his MMA days, but he also loved being on his knees and being fed cock, so the flooring helped.
Brooks looked fucking gorgeous. His hair was still wet from the shower and lay on top of his head in loose, damp curls, some of the strands a little wild. He was naked, with his legs spread wide and his cock, which Skye had been told to uncage, hard and pointing to his stomach. He was wearing a thick sterling-silver barbell through the tip today, which was his preference when caged rather than a hoop. His hands rested on his knees,highlighting the neon-pink polish on them. He had none of his usual bracelets on, so the only jewelry Brooks was wearing were his piercings. There was his PA, the hoops through his nipples, his lip, and nose. Brooks had recently started the process for gauges as well, and a small pink plug was in each earlobe.
Brooks held mostly still, already on his way to subspace, the only movements the rise and fall of his shoulders.
“Fuck, look at him, Luc. The birthday boy is all prepped and on display for us.”
The four of us filed in, and Diego closed the door. He and Wes immediately went to what Skye had dubbed the cuck corner. Two comfortable chairs were all ready for our resident voyeurs, though I had a feeling Wes would come and play at the very least.
Brooks whined and his dick twitched. I was surprised there wasn’t already a puddle of precum on the mat between his legs.
“He’s horny as hell, too,” Skye informed us matter-of-factly. He pushed off from the wall he was leaning against and came to greet Luca and me.
Skye was dressed like what you would expect for a kinky event. His leather pants fit like a glove. His cock, which was encased in a leather cock ring, had been strategically threaded through the laces at the front of his pants so it stood out proud and dripping from his body. His chest was bare except for the intricate harness that was strapped across it. There were at least ten different D-rings attached, making it a fun toy, and I couldn’t wait to see how I could torture Skye with it later. Like me, Skye was wearing black combat boots, but his were undone at the laces. His light brown hair was pushed back out of his face.
I was on him in seconds. My fingers threaded through one of the D-rings on the harness and dragged him toward me.
“You look so fucking slutty,” I growled into his ear before biting down on the soft flesh of his lobe.
Skye let out a heavy breath before wiggling his eyebrows. “Do you like it?”
I licked the spot I’d just bitten, then squeezed his ass. “You know I do. Fuck, Skye. You need to wear leather more often.”
“You look pretty sexy yourself, Sir.”
I captured his mouth in a possessive kiss, but we weren’t alone for long before Luca was crowding behind Skye. He grabbed our man’s chin, wrenching his face toward him. He attacked Skye’s mouth, and I could only watch, my cock already pulsing in my black jeans. I should’ve thought harder about my attire because I already felt like I was being strangled. I hadn’t considered how turned on I would be before we even got to the main event.
“You look amazing, toy.”
Skye looked a little dazed as he smiled at Luca. “Thank you, Boss. You all look so fucking hot.” He nodded toward Wes and Diego before letting out a loud wolf whistle. “You two also. Holy fuck, I’m a lucky guy.”
We all were. They all drove me crazy now and again, but I wouldn’t trade any of them for the world.
I used Skye’s hair to turn him back to me. He pressed up against me, his leaking cock leaving a wet spot on my jeans.
“Fuck,” someone grunted, but I couldn’t tell who.
“Let’s not leave the birthday boy waiting,” Luca finally mumbled, pulling away.
“Oh, I think he’s enjoying the show, right, boy?”
Brooks was watching us unabashedly from his spot on his knees. His pupils dilated with need as his tongue brushed across his lower lip. “Very much, Sir. Is that part of my birthday present?”
I grinned, stalking closer to him. My fingers wove into his damp hair, and I pulled him to his feet so I could kiss him. That wasn’t part of the plan, but oh well.
It always fascinated me how each of my guys kissed differently. Luca was so strong, a constant fight for dominance, unless he was extremely overwhelmed. Skye would yield, but you had to work for it. His submission was always hard-earned, but it was fucking worth it. I’d only kissed Wes while we were scening, but they were full of heat and sensuality, neither of us taking too much. Then there was Brooks. He submitted so sweetly, always opened up, eager for everything we gave him. Still, he wasn’t passive. There was strength in everything Brooks did, even at his most submissive.
I pulled back, but not before I bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. He licked it, looking dazed.
“Happy birthday, trouble,” Luca cut in, probably feeling a little bit of FOMO, not that I blamed him.
