Page 28 of Party of Three (Sapphire Cove Suite Secrets)

Dressed in his best version of a slutty elf costume, Buckley padded barefoot into the living room. His bright red shorts matched his cap. They also barely covered his thighs. He was freshly showered and shirtless under his fuzzy green vest. He’d drawn the line at goofy shoes.

When he entered the winter wonderland in their living room there was not one, but two, muscular Santas waiting for him on the sofa, affecting their best disciplinary scowls under their silly white beards.

“Ho, ho, ho,” Jeff growled, with nothing that sounded like Christmas cheer.

“Looks like someone forgot to leave out the milk and cookies.” Mateo stood.

Don’t laugh , Buckley told himself.

“I didn’t realize you worked in pairs, Santa.”

Maybe his comment betrayed the fact he thought the whole thing was kind of silly, but a little snarky defiance from their bottom usually amped Jeff and Mateo up a notch, no matter the fantasy.

Both his boyfriends were advancing on him now. “Only when we have to deal with the naughtiest elves.”

Mateo slapped his ass. Buckley tried to focus on the man’s beautiful brown chest, visible through the top few undone buttons of his costume, and not the incredibly stupid beard.

Buckley Has Two Santas had been Jeff’s fantasy of choice, not his.

But he’d learned it was important to stay open and inclusive when it came to three-way role-play.

When he’d first pitched it to them, neither man had been especially wild about his kidnapping fantasy, but they’d done everything they could to make it work safely.

Jeff had even drilled extra—and in Buckley’s view, unnecessary—holes in the trunk of the car to be sure Buckley could breathe during the ride to the dingy motel they’d picked out for Buckley’s mock violation.

“The ones who make Santa hungry,” Jeff growled.

Jeff slapped his ass.

I can definitely make this work , Buckley thought as the two gruff, growling Santas pushed his vest off his body.

Then they pushed him to his knees.

The sight of them fishing their impressive cocks out of their red-and-white pants ignited a naughty thrill in him that burned off his last misgivings about the scene.

Their beards and Santa caps, which had seemed so silly a second before, worked the same exhilarating power on him as the stocking caps he’d made them wear during his mock abduction a few weeks before.

As if he’d been turned into a vessel for pure pleasure by two men driven to the far edge of their shame by their uncontrollable desire for him.

His two Santas started out rough and aggressive, spearing his mouth in turn to show him who was boss, but soon, his skillful cock sucking overpowered them and both men stood rigid and helpless whenever he devoted his full attention to them.

Over the past few months, he’d studied the different maps of pleasure along their shafts like they were maps charting the road home after a long exile in the desert.

The top of Mateo’s head was his most sensitive part and when Buckley swirled his tongue back and forth over it, the moans the man made sounded like pleas.

Jeff’s most sensitive spot was where his shaft met his balls and when Buckley flickered his tongue across that special space, he’d always grit his teeth and grip the back of Buckley’s head in a way that melted Buckley’s spine.

“Dirty little elf,” the older man growled now. “Dirty, slutty little elf.”

Buckley pulled back as much as he could against the power of Jeff’s grip, enough so that he could stare up at the man with his best puppy-dog eyes. “Are my Santas still hungry?”

Jeff’s grin was big enough to see through his fake beard. “Yeah, but who gives a damn about cookies when there’s cake.”

In an instant, they’d jerked him to his feet, and suddenly he was being led into the middle of the living room.

Then he was down on all fours as a seated Jeff fed his cock back into his mouth.

From behind, Mateo pulled Buckley’s shorts down, exposing his ass to the air before lavishing it in the wet warmth of his flickering tongue.

He’d doffed the beard, another reminder this scene was building to something special—something that still felt new, that still required all their patience and practice.

And Mateo’s excitement was obvious from the wide, hungry, lapping strokes he was giving Buckley’s hole and crack.

This was new, this wild oral ravishment he was giving Buckley’s entire ass, fueled no doubt by his knowledge that he was about to share it with Jeff.

Once he could bring himself to pull his mouth from Jeff’s cock, Buckley managed a breathless query. “Did you bring me any toys, Santas?”

“Sure we did, little elf,” Mateo said into his cheeks, “but did you earn them, though?”

“Oh yeah,” Jeff said, then punctuated it with a light slap of his hard cock across Buckley’s spit-soaked right cheek. “He’s earned them. He’s earned them good and dirty.”

Buckley closed his eyes, listening intently as Mateo tore open one of the wrapped presents under the tree behind him.

The contents wouldn’t be a surprise, but an essential tool to prepare him for what was to come.

As always, Mateo wielded it expertly. After dousing it with lube from the same pre-placed gift box, he worked the wide butt plug up into Buckley with slow, steady skill, waiting for him to open around it, tenderly rubbing his other hand across his lower back to encourage his resistance to fade.

Once the first shockwaves of entry finished shuddering through him, Buckley reached forward and gently tugged the curly white beard off Jeff’s face.

His boyfriend didn’t fight him. Role-play was fun, but if they were both going to take him at once, he needed them to stop being Santas and go back to being the men who’d changed his life.

The cap could stay, though. There was something sexy about the playful counterpoint it made to the blazing intensity in Jeff’s expression.

“Are you ready, baby?” Mateo whispered in his ear, still working the plug into him with one hand. “Are you ready to be ours?”

He’d read Buckley’s body and the depth of his silence and dropped the Santa routine.

Buckley nodded.

Their movements became slow, languid, careful.

Gently, Mateo extracted the butt plug. Embracing him front and back, both men straightened Buckley until he was sitting on his haunches.

In the moments before a dual claiming, Buckley needed to be kissed, held, made to feel safe.

The first time they’d managed to slide inside of him at once had been an experience marked by equal parts terror and joy, a second loss of virginity, something deep and special he’d given only to the men he now shared a life with.

They gently unfolded Buckley’s legs as Mateo lay down on the floor under him.

Because he now had the greatest freedom of movement, Jeff took control, finding the lube bottle, slathering it across his cock and then Mateo’s and then Buckley’s.

Jeff’s fingers entered him first, and he gazed into his eyes as he explored. Reading him for any resistance or fear. Whenever he saw it, he usually chased it away with comforting words. But right now, he saw none because Buckley felt none.

To be taken like this made Buckley feel utterly seen.

Jeff guided Mateo’s cock inside of Buckley slowly, swallowing one of Buckley’s startled moans with a hungry kiss. Then it was time for Jeff to add his own. Slowly, persistently, face pressed to Buckley’s, their noses touching.

They’d arrived at the moment of truth. The moment when Buckley’s body would either surrender or rebel. They’d managed it four times out of six. Buckley felt his thighs tingle now, a good sign. Jeff could feel it too.

Then Jeff’s bare, slick shaft joined Mateo’s, and Buckley closed his eyes and saw welcome stars.

Both men had deliciously different reactions whenever Buckley yielded to them at once.

Mateo went into a kind of awestruck trance, breathing deeply against Buckley’s neck, kissing the nape gently, holding him as tightly as he could.

Jeff’s jaw would tense and his eyes would blaze wildly, as if the feel of Mateo’s shaft rubbing along his inside Buckley’s hole was sending electric currents coursing through him.

The first time Jeff’s reactions had frightened Buckley because he’d thought these were signs the man might start plowing away at him with too much force. But his fears had been for naught.

It was time to rock and grind. Slow and steady, but wonderfully rhythmic, determined.

And the miracle of it, as they’d all agreed after the first time, was that all three men felt like they were getting fucked.

Connected and consumed by that same force that had claimed them the first time Jeff had filled Buckley at Sapphire Cove.

When Buckley’s eyes opened now, they flitted over the picture of Jeff and Mateo hanging on their living room wall, the one that had given birth to a secret fantasy turned blissful reality.

He erupted. Hands free at first until Jeff saw the first slick of his seed, seized his lube-slick cock and stroked.

Buckley released a primal wail. Jeff let out the low series of oh’s. He was close.

After their first weekend together, Jeff had confessed how turned on he’d been watching Mateo finish in Buckley’s mouth, and so, almost every time they’d had sex since becoming exclusive, Buckley had given his new boyfriend what they hadn’t felt safe to do at Sapphire Cove.

Or, more accurately, he let Jeff give it to him.

Withdrawing from Buckley, Jeff sank back onto his haunches.

Carefully, without pulling himself free, Mateo scooted back, letting Buckley lean forward onto his knees.

Doggy style, and now alone inside him, Mateo quickened his thrusts as Buckley opened his mouth inches away from Jeff’s stroking hand.

Whatever expression was on Buckley’s face, it brought a glazed-eyed look of wonderment to Jeff’s.

Buckley parted his lips, tried to keep his eyes wide and fixed on Jeff’s.

But Mateo’s expert, unleashed fucking was making him dizzy with bliss and it was hard to keep his eyes open.

Then Jeff erupted with a bellow.

Buckley felt anointed, blessed. Fed.

At the sight of his other boyfriend painting Buckley’s face, Mateo exploded, filling Buckley with deep, punching jabs.

For what felt like an eternity, each man struggled to catch his breath.

“How are we going to top that for New Year’s?” Buckley asked.

Laughing, they fell into a tangle on the floor, their costumes either mostly discarded or barely clinging to their sweaty bodies.

Mateo had ended up in the middle. Buckley hooked one leg over his and rested his head on his chest, reaching down to gently stroke his deflating cock.

He looked up, saw Jeff and Mateo kissing with such passion and force he felt his own cock jerk.

A shower and one hearty breakfast later, it was time for a more civilized gift exchange.

Buckley and Mateo saved their special gift for Jeff until the end. When he opened the box and removed a small shiny new key, he looked confused by its small size. He already had a key to their apartment, even though he hadn’t moved in. “What’s this to?” Jeff finally asked.

“A new storage locker,” Buckley answered. “About ten minutes from here.”

“I’ve got plenty of room in my storage room.”

“Yeah,” Mateo said, scooting across the sea of wrapping paper so he could slide an arm around Jeff’s back, “but it’s an hour away.”

Buckley said, “That way you won’t have to drive an hour south when you need your special wrench set because mine is apparently”—Buckley mimed air quotes—“ not fit to tighten the screws on a toy train. ”

Looking back and forth between the two of them, nostrils flaring from deep breaths he was trying to restrain. “You boys expecting me to do some work around the house?”

“Maybe,” Buckley said softly, looking up at him. “Once it’s yours.”

“Once you move in,” Mateo added.

Jeff smiled.

Was the man tearing up a little? He had a tendency to do that, mostly when he thought Buckley and Jeff weren’t looking, in moments when he seemed happier than he’d ever been before.

Their mouths met, one after the other, and then in a sequence more random and frenzied.

“Fine,” Jeff said, “but we’re going to need a bigger bed.”

Buckley smiled. “As long as I can sleep in the middle.”

Jeff slapped his ass. “Who said anything about sleeping?”

But they did sleep that night, all three of them, and peacefully, knowing they’d passed another milestone in the journey that had begun during one wild weekend at a place called Sapphire Cove. A journey none of them wanted to end.