Page 14 of Party of Three (Sapphire Cove Suite Secrets)
He spread Buckley’s thighs, then traced one finger down the inside of each one, making his boyfriend shiver twice in quick succession, showing Jeff a new set of paths to driving Buckley wild.
Two of them, a matching set. Jeff took the trip with his caressing hands, as Buckley gritted his teeth to keep from crying out.
Clearly hungry for more of the same reaction, Jeff slid down Buckley’s body, replacing his caressing hands and tracing fingers with his tongue.
A tongue that worked its way up to the underside of Buckley’s balls before swallowing him in one forceful move.
The sight of his muscled former crew chief inhaling his boyfriend’s cock drove Mateo even closer to the edge.
His eyes had fluttered shut so the warm wetness on one hand caught him by surprise.
Buckley was sucking Mateo’s fingers with the same eagerness Jeff was using on his cock.
The remote kissing thing had been tingly and magical, but this was a white-hot shock that went through his whole body, like an electric current was traveling through all three men at the same time.
Puppy-dog eager, Buckley’s blue eyes gazed up at him.
Jeff was caressing the underside of Buckley’s balls while sucking his cock, then his fingers started to play a gentle tune across Buckley’s hole. Apparently he’d interpreted their code correctly because he wasn’t using half the force of which he was capable.
“Baby,” Buckley whispered into Mateo’s fingers.
“What do you need my sweet, beautiful boy?”
Buckley hesitated, which left Mateo wondering what sort of request could be wilder than all the things they were already doing.
“Show him how much you missed him,” Buckley finally whispered. “Please. Show Jeff how much you missed him.”
Jeff stopped sucking but he didn’t stop stroking, even as he looked up at Mateo with a hard glint in his eyes and spit-slick lips. Truth was, that look he always talked about Jeff having, the one that could make a guy drop their undies in ten seconds flat, had worked a few wonders on him as well.
“How do you want me to do that, papi ?” Mateo asked, feeling his dominance slipping away. The look in Jeff’s eyes, the need in Buckley’s voice—these two men owned him now and probably forever.
“Just give him a kiss. That’s all.”
Jeff rose to his knees on the other side of Buckley’s prone body.
Mateo beheld the sight of him. Brawny and masculine.
A different kind of beauty from Buckley’s, for sure.
All hard angles to Buckley’s luscious brawn.
It had hurt and angered him to discover that he couldn’t bend himself to the full arc of Jeff’s desire for him.
But he’d bent plenty. He’d slept inside the man’s powerful embrace like a baby that last night in San Diego, and a part of him had longed for it ever since.
And then those kisses. Those kisses he’d thought about ever since that wild weekend.
Kisses that had been enough to make him spill in Jeff’s stroking hand.
They were face-to-face again, and this room was nicer and more beautiful, and the beautiful man between them wasn’t some rando who’d skitter out the door as soon as this was done. There’d be no hurrying out the door as soon as this was done. For any of them. He’d make sure of that.
“I missed you, Cano.”
“If you missed me that bad, use my first name for a change.”
Jeff cocked one eyebrow. “You’ve been calling me master sergeant all night.”
“Kiss me, Jeff.”
The man’s powerful hand wrapped around the back of Mateo’s head. Mateo felt his lips part in surrender, and then, at last, they were tasting each other again. The roughness of the man’s cheeks and chin a delicious counterpoint to the slick, smooth kisses he and Buckley had shared for a year now.
Beneath them, Buckley erupted with a desperate cry, creamy threads firing across his stomach.
The sounds ripping from him were as frenzied as the ones he’d released in the kitchen the night before.
Like the pleasure was so overwhelming Buckley had to fight it with gritted teeth as his body bucked and heaved or else it would blow him apart.
“Fuck,” Jeff whispered, staring down at the man beneath him in what looked like wonder. “Goddamn.”
Mateo reached around and grabbed the back of Jeff’s head, then he brought their foreheads together as he furiously stroked his own cock. “Paint him. Paint our boy.”
Our boy? Had he really called Buckley their boy?
If it was a mistake, he’d regret it later. For now, there was only the train of release barreling toward his cock.
Mateo went first, and when the yell tore from him, Jeff started laughing with delight, and then suddenly Mateo was struggling to stay upright on his knees as he jerked and spasmed.
Jeff followed a second later. He’d forgotten the majestic way the man came.
Buckley climaxed like a writhing wild thing.
When Mateo shot, he always felt like he was about to pass out.
The acme of Jeff Braxton’s bliss made the man look focused and determined, teeth gritted, body rigid and stilled as he stroked himself with steady, experienced force, aiming his cock like a weapon.
Buckley had scooted down the bed, looking both dazed and delighted as he gently spread their slick loads across his bare chest, dressing his nipples with it. Eyes fluttering closed as if its feel made his skin tingle.
The next thing he knew, he’d wilted to the mattress beside Buckley. Jeff had done the same on the other side.
As their breaths deepened, he worried that reality and guilt—his old nemesis—might crowd in. But before it could, Buckley said, “If either of you fall asleep before you clean me up, I’m putting your underwear in the freezer.”