Page 21 of The Shapeshifter’s Secretary (Charmed Away Temp Agency #3)
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Tony had woken up in pain every day since the day he woke up in the hospital following his injury. It had become so normal to him that when he woke up the following morning, he thought maybe he was still dreaming. What other reason was there for waking up with such a low level of pain, he could practically ignore it?
The reason became apparent when a warm body pressed up against his back shifted and drew him in closer. Another body against his front burrowed closer, leaving him well and truly trapped between the two men. It all came back to him in a rush. The interaction with the demon, the volatile incubi, the nightclub. The sex. Oh god, that was real. Tony had assumed it was a dream. Nothing that amazing had ever happened to him in his entire life.
But no. It wasn’t a dream. When he finally opened his eyes, he found himself lying on his side, squished between Taron and Zephyr, completely buck naked. He couldn’t decide if he was embarrassed or horny. His head said he needed to sneak away and get dressed so they wouldn’t see more of his injury than they already had, but his dick had other ideas. It swelled thanks to the close proximity of the two gorgeous men in bed with him, and thanks to their positioning, it wouldn’t go unnoticed for very long. His erection was definitely poking Taron, and he had to fight really hard against the urge to grind his ass against Zephyr. He couldn’t move away from Taron without pushing against Zephyr. He was well and truly trapped. Why did he like that so much?
A low hum broke the quiet, and Taron’s hand wrapped around his arousal, stroking gently. Tony almost swallowed his tongue, he was so surprised, and when his eyes flicked to the man pressed against his front, Taron was watching him with a sleepy smile.
“Good morning to you too, a thaisce.”
Words. Words were needed to reply to the man, but Tony couldn’t find any to spare. He was too focused on the slow glide of Taron’s hand, teasing him and making him needy. Tony shifted, trying to rut into Taron’s grip, but Zephyr’s hand on his hip tightened just enough to stop him, his magic picking up considerably. Tingles spread through his body, and when Tony gasped, looking over his shoulder, Zephyr’s mouth descended on his. Seemed like everyone was on board for another round.
Oh god, please say everyone was on board. Tony had never felt that kind of pleasure before. He was almost desperate to feel it again.
Unlike last night, where the leftover magic kept Tony well and truly distracted, without it in the harsh morning light, he was hyper-aware of his injuries. When Taron’s hand ran up his injured thigh, he stiffened automatically, despite knowing Taron hadn’t cared the night before. That was last night. They were all too horny to pay attention to details. Right?
“Tony?” Taron’s voice was questioning and a little hurt. Tony drew away from Zephyr’s mouth, grimacing a little.
“Sorry…”
“Are you in any pain?” Zephyr asked, brushing kisses along the back of his neck.
Tony shook his head. “Not a lot, no. I’m better than normal, so, uh… Thanks for that.”
It was getting awkward now. Of course, now that he was actually magically sober, he was going to ruin this. A flush burned through his cheeks and down his neck, shame and embarrassment making him squirm. The movement sent shooting pains up his side, but he ignored it.
“I think he needs a distraction,” Taron said smoothly.
Zephyr hummed in agreement. “You or me?”
“You do what you want,” he quipped, shifting lower on the bed. “I’ve got my own plans.”
“You’re such a shit. I was trying to be nice. But fine, have it your way.”
Tony wasn’t sure what was going on. They sounded like they were bickering with each other, and both of them were moving lower. Were they going to walk away? Did he really ruin his chance for–
“ Nngh !”
That wasn’t English. It was more like nonsense. Who could blame him when Taron sucked on the head of his cock while Zephyr spread his cheeks and laved over his hole. It sent Tony into a scramble, pleasure bombarding him from both sides. His frantic movements hurt, but he couldn’t help himself. He only stopped when Taron reached up and grabbed his hands, pinning them against his belly so he was forced to stop moving.
Tony didn’t know what to focus on. The way Zephyr was spearing his tongue in and out of his hole, or the way Taron swallowed him all the way down his throat. Moans and more nonsense spilled from his lips, his body trembling with the need to thrust back on Zephyr’s tongue or forward into Taron’s mouth. But with the way they held him, he couldn’t do either. He could only lie still and take what they gave him.
“P-Please!” he cried out. He was riding the edge, but neither of them were giving him enough to push him over. They kept him there, balanced on the precipice, pure pleasure swarming his body until he was almost sobbing. “Pleasepleaseplease…”
Taron groaned, releasing his arousal with a pop. “The noises you make,” he muttered, licking at his balls. “I need a recording. So sexy…”
Tony didn’t feel like that word pertained to him, but he wasn’t in any place to argue. Zephyr stopped too, licking a path up his spine and drawing a shiver out of him. “Want more, baby?”
“Please,” Tony breathed, too deliriously horny to say anything else. He had one word in his pocket right now. He’d have to make do with that.
Taron pressed himself against Tony’s front, grinding their hips together in a delicious way that had the potential to get him off if Taron kept going. He stopped before that happened, and Tony whined in protest.
“Who do you want inside you, a thaisce?” he murmured, distracting him with another kiss before Tony could even register he’d asked a question.
Was both an option? That’s what they did last night. It had been amazing. Why did he have to choose?
Zephyr made an irritated sound, smacking Taron’s hip. “Don’t make him choose. That’s cruel.”
Taron ripped his mouth away, lifting his head enough to glare at Zephyr. “Slap my ass again, watch what happens.”
They were gearing up for another fight. Another time, he’d need to ask why they hated each other so much. They were obviously comfortable in bed together, there was no awkwardness about it last night or this morning. Just near constant bickering.
To distract Taron, since he was the one who got incensed the most whenever they disagreed, Tony drew him back in with a kiss, distracting the shapeshifter with his tongue. Taron groaned into the kiss, taking over and dominating Tony’s mouth in an instant. Tony had no problem with that. One arm slipped under Taron’s lithe form, drawing him closer, while the other reached back to pull Zephyr in too. He didn’t want them to fight. He wanted… He wanted…
“Both,” he gasped, jerking mouth away from Taron’s. If they kept going, he’d reach the finish line before they had a chance to go further and the question would be rendered moot. “I want you both.”
Zephyr nipped at the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. “Then that’s what you’ll get. Taron–”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence before Taron slapped the bottle of lube against his chest, his hand already slick with it as he wrapped it around Tony’s length. Tony arched automatically into the slippery touch, gasping both from the spark of pain from the movement and the almost mind numbing pleasure.
Once there was a plan in place, there was no more arguing. Zephyr stretched him with thick fingers, his magic keeping Tony comfortable and giving him pleasure at the same time. Taron stroked him just enough to keep him well and truly distracted, and he didn’t flinch again when Taron drew his injured limb over his hip to give Zephyr better access. When thick fingers were replaced with the blunt tip of a condom covered dick, Tony sucked in a breath, his mouth falling open as Zephyr pushed inside him. He was a big man all over, and the stretch made Tony’s eyes want to cross.
A sly grin spread across Taron’s face. “Feel good, a thaisce? His dick stretches you just right, doesn’t it?”
He couldn’t answer even if he wanted to. Just as Zephyr bottomed out, Taron wrapped his hand around both of their lengths, stroking together. Tony let out a shout of surprise, jerking a little at the pleasurable friction, only to be stopped by both men pressing in closer.
“Oh god! More! Please!” he called out, his head thrown back against Zephyr’s shoulder.
Both men groaned in unison and picked up the pace, Zephyr thrusting his hips and Taron stroking their cocks. Tony’s mind went white with pleasure, and his whole body tensed. It was too good. Too much pleasure. He couldn’t take it. He only lasted a few minutes before he came with a cry, clenching around Zephyr’s length as he spilled all over Taron’s front.
Zephyr grunted, snapping his hips harder, like he couldn’t help himself. He tagged Tony’s oversensitive prostate, sending pain and pleasure throughout his body. He wasn’t under the influence of magic anymore, he couldn’t get it up that fast again, but he wanted Zephyr to come. He almost wished the condom wasn’t there, so he’d come inside him.
Taron released him, shifting his focus just to his own length, so he didn’t hurt Tony’s sensitive cock. Not wanting to leave the man hanging, Tony urged him up the bed, swallowing him down the minute he could reach. Taron let out a surprised shout, bucking his hips. Tony almost gagged and had to breathe through his nose, but he encouraged Taron to keep going, squeezing his fingers into the shapeshifter’s gorgeous behind.
“Gah! Tony– I’m–”
Tony groaned out his encouragement and Taron’s hips stuttered in response, his head thrashing on the pillow as he fought to hold back. The noises turned Tony on so much, he clenched around Zephyr, sending the thunderbird over the edge with a grunt and an explosion of magic. Taron exploded seconds later, spilling down Tony’s throat.
The only movement between the three of them was Taron scooting back down to press himself against Tony again. Tony sighed happily. This was perfect. If only he could stay here forever.