THE SCENE UNFOLDING in front of me was even hotter than I’d imagined when I made the call to Raul. And it told me that I’d seriously underestimated Preston. I had no idea when I arranged this evening that they’d had previous encounters, but I was quickly learning that my pretty young thing was full of surprises.
The picture he made on his back, hands clenched in the sheets as Raul worked his cock, was one I’d never erase from my mind. And it only added to what I was feeling as Johan massaged my dick.
Preston licked his lips, his breath coming faster, and I could see the loosely held control he had over himself as Raul pushed him past the point of edging. He wanted to make him come, like he no doubt had many times before, but that wasn’t happening, not tonight.
Making Preston come so hard he lost his mind was my job.
He moaned my name, desperation lacing his voice, and I issued a command I knew he’d follow.
“Straddle me.”
Johan’s hands went still. Raul’s did the same.
Preston’s eyes flew open, the yearning there matching my own, and lifted up onto his elbows. His cock jutted out, begging for my hands, my mouth, even my ass. Whatever I was willing to give, and I would’ve offered him the world just to touch him.
I licked my lips as he straddled my hips, all that smooth skin settling against mine, his erection pointed directly at me.
At least it knows who it fucking belongs to.
“You going to fuck me?” Preston braced himself, putting his hands flat on my chest. “Right here? Right now?”
I ran my hands up his thighs, loving the way his pre-cum marked my stomach with every slight move he made. “Got a problem with that?”
Preston shook his head and bit down on his lip in a way that told me he was trying not to seem too eager. That he wanted exactly the same thing I did, and he had no problem with anyone watching.
“Tell me you have something,” he said, trailing his fingertips down my stomach to where our hard and heavy lengths rubbed against each other, waiting.
Johan’s hands left me, and a few seconds later he moved to the side of the table. He lifted the gold foil packet to his mouth, ripped it open, and then offered it to Preston, who took it greedily.
I winked at Johan, who stepped back but continued to watch, as Preston rolled the condom over my dick. It throbbed under his touch, needing to be inside him already.
Raul took the spot Johan had vacated, popping the top of a bottle and smiling slyly as he turned the lube upside down to drip over the two of us. It coated our cocks, and I reached for them, gripping us both in my hands in a sweet slide of friction that had me groaning and Preston’s head falling back.
“So sexy,” I heard one of the guys say as Preston began to roll his hips on top of me, fucking my fist. He was so uninhibited, putting on a show and taking his pleasure, everyone else be damned. I’d never imagined he would be like this behind closed doors, and now that I knew, it only made me want him more.
As good as we felt together, I needed to get inside him, so I dropped my hold and said, “Up on your knees, Preston.”
His fingers curled as he did what I asked, and I grabbed the base of my cock to guide it between his plump cheeks. When the crown rested against his hole, he began to slowly lower himself, inch by glorious inch. That he was able to take me without any prep told me how often he’d been getting his…needs taken care of.
It wasn’t jealousy that rode me then, but an overwhelming desire to make sure I was the one he’d remember. That whatever was between us was so good that he’d never be able to forget the feeling of me inside him.
There was a grunt of pleasure from beside us, and I looked over to see Raul had moved behind Johan and found something new to massage. Something that didn’t bother me in the least.
“See what you’ve done, beautiful boy?” I said to Preston, directing his eyes to the two men beside us who were clearly as aroused as we were. “Made everyone in this room want to fuck.”
Preston locked on the two watching us with hooded eyes, their lust and desire as tangible as our own. Raul put his lips to Johan’s neck and kissed his way up it.
“Yesss,” Preston said as his ass clenched around me.
Raul had slipped his hand down into Johan’s loose yoga style pants, where his thick length was outlined, and then Raul wrapped a hand around him and a groan of pleasure filled the room.
“Oh God.” Preston braced a hand on my chest and grabbed his dick with the other as I took hold of his hips. Then he began to roll his body over the top of me like he’d been doing it for years.
I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven—or maybe hell. The salacious scene was one that I wouldn’t have batted an eyelash at back in the day, but had since refrained from participating in as age and wisdom replaced youthful impulsiveness.
But as Preston stared down at me, his cheeks flushed and his dick in hand, I realized it had nothing to do with age or common sense and everything to do with the person you were with. It had been a long time since anyone had made me want the things Preston was drawing out of me, and I couldn’t find it in me to stop and think now.
There was no way I was leaving. No way I was stopping. The tight heat of Preston’s ass was my new favorite place to be, and I was going to enjoy every goddamn second of it.
At the sound of clothes rustling, Preston glanced back to see Johan’s shirt tossed to the floor, followed by Raul’s. Preston dug his fingers into my chest as his movements got a little faster.
“Tell them what you want,” I ordered him, taking control of the situation as Raul moved into position behind Johan. “They’re here to help us relax tonight.”
Preston opened his mouth to speak but then quickly bit down into his lip. I knew what he wanted, and so did they. But he wasn’t going to get it unless he asked.
I thrust up into him—hard. “Tell them, Preston.”
“I want to watch them fuck.”
I put my lips to his. “And because you were a good boy and told me, that’s what you’re going to get.”
I kissed his cheek, and as I lay back down I caught Raul’s eye. He lifted his chin in acknowledgment, then took hold of Johan’s hand and led him to the empty table beside us. But instead of climbing on top of it, Raul said, “Bend over.”
Preston locked on them, pre-cum dripping from his dick and making a mess of my stomach as his ass clutched my steely length.
Johan bent over the table near our heads as Raul pulled his pants down to mid-thigh. Preston’s eyes were dark as night, his pupils fully dilated, every sense on high alert as Johan and Raul moved into position.
“Come here.” I needed Preston’s mouth, and I stole his lips in a kiss that bordered on savage.
There was no gentleness in me now—that was long gone, replaced by a raging beast that wanted to devour every inch of this man.
I bit and sucked at Preston’s full lips as I stroked his thighs. Then I began to move in and out of him in time with the thrusts of my tongue.
Preston groaned, rolling his hips over the top of mine. I palmed his smooth ass cheeks as I tunneled up into him, and when he tore his mouth free, I turned my head on the table and said, “Look.”
Preston panted as he turned his head. When he saw Raul deep inside of Johan, he sucked in a ragged breath. Johan’s eyes were glazed over as he white-knuckled the side of the massage table and took every inch Raul was driving into him.
I licked a path up Preston’s cheek to his ear. “Is that how Raul would take you?”
Preston’s dick lurched against my stomach. I trailed my fingers down the crack of his ass and stretched his pretty hole wide.
“Would you sneak off to get massaged…here?”
“I… Ahh…”
“Yes?”
“Sometimes, and—”
“And?”
“Sometimes it was just a happy ending.”
“You naughty boy. Tell me, would he use his mouth or his hand?”
“His hand.”
I nipped at his lip, then shoved up into him. “Show me how.”
Preston didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed himself up until he was seated on my cock, then reached down to grip his. He ran his tongue over the spot I’d just bitten, then began to stroke.
Fuck, now that was a sight—like a sensual dance, just for me. I watched like the greedy voyeur I was turning into with him, knowing somewhere inside that it should be strange that we’d both been on the receiving end of Raul’s talents. But at this time, in this moment, it served as an extra trigger to edge each other with.
A feral sound rumbled up out of my throat as Preston’s head dropped back and he began to ride me a little harder, moving his hand up and down his flushed length in rhythm with his flawless body. Beside us, I could feel the way we were being watched, could hear the erotic sounds coming out of them, but all I could focus on was Preston.
He was stunning. So effortlessly sexy. So unbelievably raw. He had a freedom about him right now that was incredible to watch, and as I brought a hand around to fondle his heavy balls, his eyes flew wide. The untamed expression on his face told me how close he was, and everyone else in the room faded, until all that remained was us.
Preston’s chest heaved, his breathing coming in fast pants now as he feverishly began to jerk himself. I smoothed my hands up his muscled thighs and around to his ass, then gripped a cheek in each hand.
Preston curled his fingers into the sheet by my head and used it to rock back and forth on my dick, and the friction felt so good my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“Preston. Fuck.”
He nuzzled into my neck, his warm breath making me tremble as he kissed and sucked his way up to my ear. “That’s what I’m doing, Mr. Carrington. I’m fucking you.”
His words were the final push my orgasm needed, sending me right to the very edge of my control.
I dug my fingers into his firm cheeks, hard enough to know there’d be marks there tomorrow, then slammed up inside him and took his mouth in a brutal kiss.
Preston groaned and began to move hard and fast. He was out of control now, his restraint a thing of the past, and I reveled in this carnal side of him—it was delicious.
I ran a hand up his back, knowing my control was on a hair trigger now, and Preston’s entire body tensed against mine as his tight channel clamped around my dick and made my vision blur.
Hot, sticky cum shot out and coated my stomach. Preston exploded in my arms, and I let out a litany of curses as we were swept up in a wave of pure ecstasy where nothing and no one else existed.
I couldn’t say how long we lay there like that, fully sated, fused together, body, mind, and soul. But at some point, when I opened my eyes, we were the only two that remained. It should’ve scared me, this feeling of complete and utter contentment. But instead, I found myself holding Preston a little tighter, never wanting the moment to end.
