Page 17 of Party of Three (Sapphire Cove Suite Secrets)

“Looks like the secret’s out.” Jeff released the dildo’s end, and Mateo took over.

Buckley let out a stuttering breath at having command of his pleasure transferred from one man to the other.

He reached for his cock. Jeff batted it away.

“Oh, no you don’t, firecracker. You want to play games, tell lies, get us all hot and bothered and out of our minds, then we get to play with this ass as much as we want.

When we’re done, you’re done, and not a second before. ”

“That’s right, Master Sergeant. This ass is ours.”

It sounded like Buckley was trying to speak, but his words became incomprehensible. Mateo slowly speared him all the way to the hilt. Buckley’s slitted eyes turned white as he pressed the crown of his head back into the chair’s cushion.

Ours again. Jeff’s cock jerked at the simple, short word.

The title.

The brand.

“Can’t believe he’s been keeping this a secret,” Mateo said, “how much he wanted the two of us together. How hard he’d get watching you eat my ass.”

Mateo released the dildo. Jeff took that as his cue to take control again.

“Makes me wonder what other secrets he’s been keeping,” Mateo said softly. He’d gently seized both of Buckley’s nipples in his fingers and was playing some music on them that made Buckley whimper and give his boyfriend a look that appeared desperate with hunger.

“I don’t think any of us are gonna have a secret left by the time we leave this room,” Jeff said.

“Me too.” Mateo bent forward, gave his boyfriend a gentle kiss on the lips, but Buckley was gasping so desperately from the forceful sex toy fuck Jeff was giving him he could barely return it. “But I can tell you one of his.”

“Oh yeah?” Jeff asked.

Mateo nodded, then he sank down to all fours on the carpet, bringing himself eye level with the thick pink dildo sliding in and out of his boyfriend’s hole.

He caressed one of Buckley’s slick, pink cheeks gently.

“This right here,” he said softly, then he gave his ass cheek a kiss, barely inches from where Jeff was spearing.

“This isn’t just an ass, Master Sergeant.

It’s a pussy. And pretty soon you’re going to fill it with your cock. ”

When Buckley yowled, Jeff thought maybe he was angry his boyfriend had given away his special nickname for his ass.

Then he saw strands of pearly white cream lacing Buckley’s sweaty stomach.

Jeff switched to long, slow, deep, piercing strokes, determined to drive every last drop of seed from the man as he spasmed and jerked and tried to catch his breath with a series of grunts, groans, and growls that made him sound both furious and joyful at once.

Mateo’s joy was undeniable. He cackled and rose to his knees, clearly delighted to have sent his boyfriend over the edge with the use of a single dirty word. Furiously, he stroked his cock over his boyfriend’s stomach.

The sight roused Buckley from his stupor.

He reached forward and tapped Mateo on the ass a few times.

Recognizing some unspoken signal, Mateo scooted forward, rising up off his knees, holding himself up with one hand braced against the chair’s arm.

Suddenly his erupting cock was between Buckley’s lips, and the guy was drinking his boyfriend’s seed like it was chocolate milk.

Inhaling the stuff with an intimacy and confidence that made Jeff blow.

By the time he was done, Mateo had fallen to the carpet next to the floor so he could watch the final moments of the show, and when Jeff blinked and caught his breath, he saw Buckley spreading the tendrils of Jeff’s creamy load up across his stomach and in a lazy circle around his navel.

But his blue eyes were locked on Jeff’s face, and his drowsy half smile seemed to say, You’re next.

Jeff kissed him.

It should have been nothing considering all they’d done to each other, but there was something about the force of it, the spontaneity of it, that captured all three of them in a silent grip.

It was a kiss that said I see you and want you to be mine.

And Buckley returned it with drowsy, spent hunger.

And when he pulled back slowly, Jeff looked to Mateo as if he’d been caught doing something bad, which also seemed absurd.

But Mateo was smiling, eyes hooded, chewing his bottom lip.

A relaxed but calculating look. Like he’d seen something deeper and more complicated in this split-second kiss—and he liked it.

He’d fallen for Mateo long ago.

Was he falling for Buckley now too?

Could Mateo see it?

Could Buckley?

“Bottoms get first shower.” Buckley slid to the floor. He waddled to the bathroom door. The dildo still speared him to the hilt. He gave his ass a little shake, then slid the bathroom door shut behind him.

“Wild child,” Jeff said.

“I like firecracker,” Mateo said. “Firecracker’s perfect.”

It felt like another subtle commitment, Mateo allowing Jeff to give his boyfriend a new, enduring nickname.

A few seconds later, as they listened to the shower spray from the bathroom, Mateo snuggled up against him.

Sitting naked on the carpeted floor wasn’t the most comfortable position, but they were both too exhausted to move.

And Mateo was gently caressing Jeff’s chest, then his stomach, and even though the carpet was a little rough under his bare ass, Jeff thought, I could stay here forever , which probably means it’s time to go.

When Buckley emerged, Mateo told Jeff to hit the shower ahead of him.

Figuring the two boyfriends probably wanted to talk over recent events with him out of earshot, Jeff headed into the shower, a cold, prickly feeling spreading across his skin.

Alone, under the spray, taking too long to soap his hair as his thoughts spiraled outward, he tried not to give himself over to dark imaginings about what they were saying in the other room.

Maybe they were plotting how to gracefully get rid of him. It would make sense. If one of them was going to freak out and regret the past few hours, now would be the perfect time.

Hell, maybe he’d thrown too much cold water on everything with his condom request the night before.

Introduced too much reality into the crazed fantasy they’d lived out for several hours.

Should he have just taken Buckley raw if the guy had wanted him to, medical realities be damned?

He was tested on the regular and was confident the risk of giving Buckley anything was lower than low.

Now, he wished he had. The thought that he might never get a taste of Mateo and Buckley again after this morning filled him with panic.

He hated feeling this way.

Vulnerable. A word that made his skin crawl.

That’s what walking into the party last night had made him feel. It’s how he felt when he decided to stay at the party after Buckley’s deception had been revealed. And it’s how he felt now.

It’s how it felt to want something, want someone.

In this case, two someones.

But walking through those vulnerable moments had given him a night that had rocked his world, taken him to new heights of pleasure. So maybe if he could stick this out, keep his cool, not rush for the exits until they gestured to them politely, he’d be greeted with another fantasy made reality.

Problem was, he didn’t have a change of clothes.

And maybe that was a sign.

It really was time for him to head out. If the men in the other room were trying to figure out how to say it, maybe they’d follow up their words with an invite for round two.

That would be good. Beyond good. Every time he thought of the moment he and Mateo had stalked across the floor toward Buckley’s chair, two hungry beasts working in tandem, the hotness of it—the rightness of it—quickened his breaths and tightened his balls.

Our boy. He could be our boy.

His head was spinning by the time he stepped from the shower.

He’d tried to talk himself back to reality and ended up somewhere between hope and despair. He was seven years old again and his uncle was accusing him of destroying another relationship, another home, because he’d been too wild, too free.

So by the time he opened the door to the bedroom, he was beginning to phrase the words of his graceful exit speech.

That’s when he saw a neatly folded outfit sitting atop the freshly smoothed-down comforter.

A pair of jeans and a navy-blue polo shirt.

Mateo’s, probably, but about his size. The two men were standing on the other side of the bed, speaking in hushed whispers.

Buckley was dressed in khaki shorts and a V-neck tee.

Mateo was still deliciously naked, which made their casual embrace feel somehow naughty.

“You can wear that to lunch,” Mateo said.

Jeff nodded, studying the clothes. “Lunch.”

“After that,” Buckley said, “it’s no big deal since we’ll come back here and we won’t have to wear any clothes at all.”

Jeff huffed with laughter, hoping his relief hadn’t turned him red.

Mateo was facing him now, looking serious. The scene before him was the reverse of what he’d dreaded in the shower. They didn’t want him to go. They wanted him to stay. But for how long?

“Here’s the deal,” Mateo said. “We’ve got a late checkout tomorrow.

We want you to stay until then. And until then, we just…

go with this. Enjoy it. Then around four tomorrow afternoon we can sit down and have a big talk, and you can pick this apart and tell us how it was a bad idea and we should never do it again. ”

“You really think I’d say that?”

“Yes,” Mateo said. “Because I know you. And you have every right to say it.”

“But we’re not promising to agree with you,” Buckley added.

His laughter got the best of him. And there was no hiding the relief in it. Then both men were moving toward him, and the next thing Jeff knew Buckley was sliding a blue polo over his head and Mateo was dragging a pair of his own white briefs up his legs.

How, after all the debauched things they’d done together, could this be the sexiest thing that had ever happened to him? Two men he was crazy about dressing him with gentle but determined hands, encouraging him not to run.