Page 13 of Party of Three (Sapphire Cove Suite Secrets)

Christmas Eve, when he knew his parents had gotten him that Xbox he’d been begging for. The first night in his own bed after a long deployment. These moments had filled him with almost as much delicious anticipation as the sight of his boyfriend kneeling before the man who’d saved his life.

Gently, tenderly, Buckley fished Jeff’s cock from his suit pants, taking a moment to marvel, wide-eyed, over its throbbing length.

Realizing, no doubt, that he was about to savor its once forbidden pleasure with permission.

Jeff cupped the back of his head, trying not to force the younger man’s mouth into action before he was ready, clearly struggling to be worshiped when he was desperate to claim and devour.

Then Buckley gave Mateo an eager, silent look.

Mateo nodded. The simple gesture made him feel more powerful than surviving boot camp without a broken bone.

In an instant that stole Mateo’s breath and turned the sides of his face hot, Buckley swallowed Jeff’s cock, eyes locked with Mateo’s the whole time.

Once again, he had to pull his hand back from his absent stroking. He wanted to edge his way through every second of this, and he’d been wholly unprepared for the ball-tensing, full-body response he’d get watching Buckley with another man for the first time.

Not just any other man. Jeff.

He was feeling the very thing Buckley had described moments earlier.

Buckley was getting fed, and so Mateo was getting fed too.

Meanwhile, from the looks of it, Jeff was getting one of the best blow jobs he’d ever gotten in his life.

More importantly, Buckley’s fantasies were also being revealed for the first time.

Fantasies of serving, performing, and taking direction.

Of being watched and directed and guided. And shared.

“Christ,” Jeff whispered, nearly breathless with pleasure.

Knowing his boyfriend liked his sex talk dirty and porny to the extreme, Mateo decided to steer them into that line. “Got myself an A-plus cocksucker, didn’t I, Master Sergeant?”

Jeff’s face lit up with a smile, but he swallowed quickly.

“Sure did, Cano. You sure did.” He was clearly struggling to play along thanks to the incapacitating pleasure, but the dialogue was authentic and accurate.

Buckley was amazingly skilled in this area, and the first time he’d gone to work on Mateo he’d turned him into a puddle.

“Bet you’re fucking this mouth every morning, aren’t you?” Jeff finally said.

“You got that right. First thing.”

“Ever watched his lips slide along another man’s cock like this?”

“No, sir.”

“You liking it?”

“Gonna shoot if I touch myself, sir. Does that answer the question?”

Because it’s your cock his lips are sliding along, he wanted to say. Why did that feel like too much given all the other lines they’d crossed?

“Get those pants off him, papi ,” Mateo ordered.

Still sucking, Buckley pushed Jeff’s dress pants down past his hips, then his knees. Finally, he had to slide off Jeff’s cock so he could pull the man’s puddled pants out from his ankles.

“Shirt too,” Mateo ordered.

Buckley complied. He half expected the two men to start kissing passionately given how close their mouths were again.

When they didn’t, Mateo realized he’d managed to place his boyfriend entirely under his command.

Once Jeff’s dress shirt was off, Buckley looked to Mateo with wide-eyed eagerness, and with a thrill, Mateo realized his boyfriend was asking for his next move.

“Do you want to touch him?”

Buckley nodded. “Yes.”

“Where?”

“His chest. I want to feel his chest.”

“Okay, you can touch his chest. But you have to kiss him while you do it so he knows how grateful you are for his cock.”

Not touching himself was sweet torture. Even though they’d never been in the same room before tonight, the two men he loved desperately were both naked and under his control.

For the first time, he was dominating Jeff, and he was doing it in a way that felt right for them both—for all three of them—by offering up his boyfriend, who hungered for submission, and who’d unwittingly set the stage for their forbidden desires to bloom.

“Buckley, back up.”

Startled, Buckley complied, swallowing, turning to face Mateo as if he’d done something wrong.

“Take your clothes off. Show the master sergeant what a sexy body you have.” There it was, the faint flicker of hesitation, the insecurity about always having been what he called a thick boy .

But Mateo knew the best treatment for this insanity was to aggressively and forcefully remind him what a sexy fucking bitch he was at every turn.

Buckley unbuttoned his pants. Jeff started toward him to help.

“Stay right there,” Mateo said.

Jeff, unaccustomed to being bossed around by junior Marines present or former—froze in place.

When he saw Mateo wasn’t kidding, he sucked in a deep breath through his nose, then returned his lascivious attention to his intended target.

The slow hesitancy with which Buckley undressed was a stark counterpart to the confidence and speed with which he’d devoured Jeff’s cock.

Another reminder that he too often put others’ needs ahead of his own, something Mateo had become determined to rid him of one explosive fuck at a time.

He slid out of one pant leg, then the other before kicking them aside. When he pushed his briefs down over his hips, his cock popped up and slapped his navel, as hard as it would get when Mateo was deep inside him and driving down on his special spot.

“Turn all the way around so the master sergeant can see how beautiful you are.”

His eyes fluttering closed, swallowing carefully, Buckley did as instructed. Mateo caught Jeff gently stroking his own cock.

“Hands at your sides, Master Sergeant.”

This time Jeff laughed softly under his breath, as if Mateo’s show of dominance was an adorable little game. He obeyed, however, and by the time Buckley had completed his slow turn, the older man’s eyes were lust glazed.

But Mateo was more concerned with Buckley’s comfort level. It had exploded out of the box, this fantasy, while everything else they’d done together had been carefully scripted, sometimes even rehearsed. Was there a way to set ground rules on the fly?

“ Papi ,” Mateo asked softly. “Is the dry cleaning back?”

This was their soft and secret code, a polite way for Mateo to inquire if Buckley was prepared to get fully and aggressively fucked without forcing him to go into specifics that might kill the mood.

Buckley shook his head.

If Jeff was curious about this exchange, he kept it to himself.

“You’re such a good boy, papi . Look how hard the master sergeant is for you.

” Buckley’s eyes fluttered in that special way they did when he was about to come, and suddenly Mateo was thinking of a term he’d only heard a few times in life, and mostly while researching sex stuff on the internet. Praise kink.

His boyfriend had a praise kink, and he could see it in the effect the words good boy had on him—flushing his milky skin, making his cock jump and his already hungry breaths intensify.

Something about their role-play—as one sided as it had been—had fed this kink of Buckley’s for a year now.

Fed both his kinks, Mateo realized. By pretending to be stock characters Mateo fantasized about, he’d fulfilled his own fantasy of watching Mateo with other men.

And by turning himself into Mateo’s fantasy each time, he’d solicited the praise and validation he was after.

But both seemed like longer back routes to a place Mateo could take him to more directly.

With Jeff’s help.

“He really is a good boy, isn’t he, Master Sergeant? He’s got a smart mouth, but deep down all he wants to do is please.”

Jeff nodded, eyebrow raised. He reached for his own cock again, and Mateo snapped his fingers.

“You forgive him, right? He’s a good boy who wants to make it up to you. Take him to bed. Let my boyfriend show you what a good, hungry slut he is.”

Jeff slid an arm around Buckley’s shoulders, guiding him through the sliding double doors that opened on to the bedroom.

Mateo rose and followed. He liked the fact that he was still wearing his unbuttoned dress shirt while the men before him were totally naked, like the rumpled Ralph Lauren was some kind of master of debauched ceremonies costume.

As he and Buckley sank onto the comforter together, Jeff transformed his lascivious attention into pure, tender affection, hugging and caressing and kissing and stroking Buckley at a leisurely, lingering pace.

Buckley, for his part, looked like he was melting into the bigger man’s kisses, losing himself in his powerful embrace.

“He worked so hard to get you here tonight,” Mateo said softly. “He wanted so bad to make me happy. He wants to make you happy too, Master Sergeant.”

Mouths locked, Jeff had taken one of Buckley’s nipples in one hand and was tweaking it hard and furiously. Buckley’s mouth popped open against Jeff’s. That and the strangled cry of pleasure in his throat must have let Jeff know he’d hit a sensitive target.

“There you go,” Mateo said. “You found one of his spots. I’ll tell you where the others are too. That way you can really show him what a good boy he is.”

“Babe,” Buckley gasped. “Get down here with us. Please.”

“I second that,” Jeff growled before devouring Buckley’s lips with another kiss.

“Can’t. Gonna blow the second one of you touches me. And I want to enjoy every minute of my birthday present.” Bending down slightly, Mateo put a hand on Buckley’s hip and rolled him gently onto his back. “I can help though.”