Page 22 of Party of Three (Sapphire Cove Suite Secrets)

Sprawled naked across the comforter, Buckley tried not to writhe in frustration over the fact that neither of the men near him on the bed would touch him. Yet.

According to their unofficial tally, Mateo had banked two dares, one from Jeff and one from Buckley.

Buckley had banked only one, and it was from Jeff.

But Mateo was still recovering from their aborted swim, so they’d decided Buckley would go first. Which was why he was now ass up and face down, gooseflesh prickling his skin as he anticipated the sweet torture to come.

Carefully, gently, Jeff placed a row of small plastic toiletry bottles down Buckley’s spine. Six in all, the set from the tub and the set from the walk-in shower.

“Remind me how this works again?”

Mateo, who was propped against the headboard in nothing but a pair of white boxers, watched their setup routine with a hungry look in his eyes.

“Jeff is going to eat your ass to the best of his abilities. You have to stay completely still the whole time. Knock over one of the bottles and he stops. Then you have to sit up, look me dead in the eye, and describe one of the sexual fantasies you’ve been keeping secret for a year. In explicit, explicit detail.”

“Secret is such a…strong word. All I did was make yours front and center. Doesn’t that make me a good, generous boyfriend?”

“No back talk, firecracker.” Jeff punctuated his point by giving one of Buckley’s bare ass cheeks a little, teasing peck.

Jesus, this was going to be hard. He’d seen firsthand what the older man’s talented tongue could do. Buckley was way more sensitive down there than Mateo was. Nothing drove him over a wall faster than a good rim job.

He sighed into the sheets. “Fine.”

Jeff started with a slow, confident caress of both of Buckley’s cheeks.

Then he gently nuzzled his nose into Buckley’s ass crack.

Small, intimate, teasing, these little gestures sent blood thundering through Buckley’s veins.

They said I am utterly at home here and will stay down here as long as you let me.

Experienced as he was, he didn’t make the mistake of kneading his ass like it was bread dough, either.

Instead, he parted Buckley’s cheeks, breathing gently against his quivering hole, leaving Buckley to imagine the intent, focused look on the man’s face as he surveyed the landscape he was about to ravage.

Jeff let out a throaty groan. “This is good fucking pussy.”

“Cheating!” Buckley cried.

Laughing, Mateo, said, “He’s right, man. We said no dirty talk. Just tongue action.”

“Fine,” Jeff growled, then gave Buckley a little bite on one cheek to punish him.

The first stroke was long and wet and wide.

And perfect. Absolutely perfect, and Buckley had no choice but to screw his eyes shut, breathing hard and fast through his nostrils.

His reflex was to bend his knees, give Jeff more ready access, but the rules said he had to stay completely still.

It was hard, so hard. And this was merely the intro, he was sure.

Jeff was preparing the field, getting it nice and slick so that his wilder tongue movements would slip and slide and flicker with less friction.

“You like that, papi ?”

“Cheating,” Buckley whispered through hissing, teeth-clenched breaths.

“Sorry.” It sounded like Mateo was smiling, but Buckley couldn’t look up.

Jeff unleashed a head-spinning two step on Buckley’s ass—mad, focused flickers right at Buckley’s hole followed by long wet swipes to keep the whole area slick.

One round, then another. Halfway through the third, bolts of pleasure shot up his spine.

In his mind’s eye, he saw himself driving his ass up and back into Jeff’s working tongue like a little bitch in heat. Which was exactly how he felt.

Two of the bottles on his lower back went over and slid to the bed. “Dammit.”

When Jeff backed off Buckley’s ass, it felt like all the air in the room was departing with him. Mateo collected the little bottles that were still standing.

“Alright,” Jeff said with a cocky grin. “Let’s hear one.”

Buckley sat up, sank back onto his haunches. He was nervous. But he was also determined to dive into this challenge headfirst, no looking back.

“Okay, so I go off to Vegas with some friends. I promise you I won’t gamble, but I do, and I lose a bunch of our money. When I come home and tell you, you’re trying to keep it together but I can also tell you’re pissed. Then you tell me I have to earn the money back somehow…”

“How?” Mateo asked.

“You tie me naked to the bed and then you invite a bunch of friends over and you charge them to fuck me one by one.”

Jeff’s throaty grunt and eager smile suggested he was trying not to holler with horny delight. Mateo’s eyes were aflame.

“And all your friends look like Jeff,” Buckley added, batting his eyelashes.

Mateo swallowed, chewed his bottom lip.

“Actually, one or two look like your cousin Antonio.”

“Antonio’s a tool.”

“Yes, but he’s a dirty, hot tool. And I didn’t say he comes over for brunch. He comes over to rail me with all your other buddies while you make money off my ass like it’s a betting table. Look, do you want to hear my fantasies or not?”

Laughing in his throat, Mateo chewed his lower lip. Answer enough.

Buckley settled down onto the bed, chest first and ass up once more. He patted his back. “Time for round two.”

Mateo lined up the little bottles again, then came the magical feel of Jeff’s hands cupping his cheeks, his first few breaths tickling his hole.

His entire body wanted to bend and dance to the waves of pleasure Jeff sent through him, but he held still.

Like dirty talk, finger fucking was out, but Jeff was allowed to use his fingertips to trace little paths of pleasure along his crack and across his cheeks to accompany the work of his tongue.

Within another minute or two, the room seemed to slip away.

The bedding beneath him felt as hot as his own skin.

He felt exposed, but also owned and cherished all in one dizzying, breathless moment.

This time, a bottle near the top of his spine went down like an injured soldier.

This time, rising to his knees took ten times the effort, given the blissful state to which Jeff had just sent him.

It took a few deep breaths for him to meet his boyfriend’s expectant gaze.

When he did, he saw Mateo had pushed his boxers down his thick, smooth thighs and was slowly stroking himself.

It was another fight, not taking his boyfriend into his mouth when he saw the slick thread of pre-cum glistening along his shaft, especially given the delicious combo of his smug expression and the brazen way he stroked himself.

Meanwhile, Jeff stood next to the bed, as the head of his hard cock poked above the waistband of his briefs.

“Let’s hear another one, papi .” Mateo’s voice sounded gravelly and low.

“You take me to a Marine Corps ball with a bunch of your old friends and everyone’s drinking and having a good time, and then you take me into the bathroom where a bunch of them are waiting for us.

And you tell me you’ve told them all what a good little cocksucker I am, so you shove me to my knees and make me suck them while they’re all in their dress blues, one after the other.

” Buckley looked to Jeff. “Call me a chaser again and I’ll rip off your nuts. ”

“Do the friends all look like me this time too?” Jeff asked.

“Pretty much, yeah.”

Jeff smiled. “Then I’ll just say you’ve got good taste.”

“Cocky bastard.”

Jeff winked at him. That wink, Buckley realized, was gaining an enormous amount of power over him.

They returned to position.

Jeff started leisurely and slow this time, adding little nibbles to the inside of Buckley’s cheeks. Then, out of nowhere, punching jabs that caused Buckley to clench his teeth and groan.

A mistake.

He should have stayed quiet. Now he’d let Jeff know his strategy was working.

He went silent again. Lost track of time.

Jeff’s tongue traveled from the bulge his balls made against the mattress to the very top of his crack.

In the silence, Jeff grunted, a small, hungry sound that made clear how much growing evidence of his desire he was holding back so he could focus on his work.

That did it. Buckley’s hips tensed, and he felt a bottle in the small of his back go over sideways.

When Buckley rose to his knees again, he found Mateo stroking himself, eyes lust glazed, cock slick with pre-cum under his working hand.

“What if I’m out?” Buckley asked.

“I doubt that, firecracker,” Jeff said as he caught his breath.

“I think you’re afraid of this one,” Mateo said quietly. “And you shouldn’t be. You don’t have to be afraid of anything when it comes to me.”

“We’re getting married and…you go off to have your bachelor party and I sneak around and follow you guys because I’m afraid you’re going to cheat.”

“Afraid?” Jeff asked.

Buckley gave him a dirty look, which made the man lift his eyebrows.

“Fine. I’m not afraid. I just want to watch you do it.

So you and your friends are at this big strip club, all boys.

And you go back to one of the champagne rooms for a private dance, and I’m watching through the doorway as this hot stripper gyrates all over you and then… you just can’t help yourself anymore.”

“What do I do?” Mateo asked, voice raw with hunger.