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CHAPTER 8

Cory

The first thing I noticed was how magnificent Reese looked with a flogger in his hand. He already exuded confidence in all things, but this was something next level. Like the flogger was an extension of him instead of a mere tool.

Heat flared in my gut when he pressed Jason’s face against his cock. Reese was so familiar to me now that I could smell what Jason must be able to. The sweat. The earthy, fresh scent of Reese. If I could, I’d bottle it and take it home with me and make my bed smell like him.

With every strike of the falls against Jason’s skin, my cock throbbed. With it exposed, I was aware that whenever Reese lifted his gaze, he could see the way I leaked for him. Precum beaded on the tip of my cock, then ran down the shaft, leaving a sticky trail in its wake. He drank in the sight of me. The proof of my desperation the price of admission to this private show.

I could see the appeal of Jason and why he and Reese had scened before. Jason took direction well. He accepted instruction with enthusiasm and was eager to please, but not in a way that made me feel threatened. The affection between them was born from familiarity and friendship. The look in Reese’s eyes was nothing compared to what I saw when he looked at me.

Heat. Hunger. Deep and raw and mine.

Jason’s whimpers were muffled against Reese’s crotch. His body trembled and I watched Reese bend to him. Watched the way he smoothed the fingers of his empty hand through Jason’s hair and whispered words of reassurance to him.

Jason’s back was slick with sweat, but Reese looked unaffected, like he could go for hours upon hours without tiring.

His hand disappeared and then Jason let out a muffled yowl. Reese’s expression was the picture of satisfaction as he tugged on Jason’s nipple clamps again. Jason squirmed, even more so when Reese laughed softly.

“Like what you see, Cory?” Reese asked without looking at me. Not at first. He asked his question, then dragged his gaze over to me slowly. The minute we made eye contact, my cock throbbed and another drop of precum spilled free.

So wrapped up in watching him, I almost forgot about my own insistent need.

“Do you want to touch yourself, Cory? I bet you’re dying to by now.”

“Fuck. Can I?”

Reese smirked at me. Jason settled against him, no longer trembling with every exhale. “Not yet.”

The flogger whooshed through the air and Jason grunted when it came into contact with him again.

I tucked my hands under my thighs so I wouldn’t fuck up and touch myself, and then I watched them some more. It was easy to imagine me in Reese’s place and even easier for me to imagine him at my feet. The way he’d fight me on it. Fight himself on it. The way he’d eventually relent and the look of peace he’d have. I’d seen glimpses of it before. Flashes of possibility. It made me feel like a seer, predicting the future.

I wanted to have Reese like this. On his knees for me. Taking whatever I’d give him. Taking the peace I wanted to offer. The peace he so easily gave Jason.

I wasn’t sure how long he went. Time had no meaning in this place. Rapture felt removed from the real world, a portal untouched by earthly worries and problems. Here, the only thing that mattered was consent and skin and sweat and breath.

Jason slumped forward and Reese’s arm dropped to his side. He set the flogger down and smoothed both hands down Jason’s back.

“You did so good for me.” Reese continued to pet him for a few minutes. He released the nipple clamps and Jason’s hips jerked furiously as he shouted through the ball gag.

From where I was, I couldn’t see if removing the nipple clamps had made him come, but it had definitely ended the scene. Jason’s weight sank against Reese’s legs, but he remained unmoved. After he set the clamps aside, Reese unfastened the ball gag and Jason let out a low loopy-sounding laugh.

“Is your jaw sore?” Reese asked as he continued to card his fingers through Jason’s hair.

“Yeah, but Val and Barclay will like that. They’ll like the marks on me too.”

“You’ll be pretty red for a while.” Reese tugged Jason to his feet and steered him past me and deposited him on the couch. He wrapped him in a blanket and handed him a bottle of water. “Drink slow. Small sips. And you can’t leave until I say so, okay?”

Jason nodded and then Reese turned and set his sights on me and my leaking cock.

The closer Reese got to me, the hotter my blood ran. The more I wanted to grab him and shove him to his knees and fuck his face. The more I wanted him to do the same thing to me.

“Were you a good boy, Cory?”

I didn’t hate the way that sounded coming from his lips. He stood directly in front of me now. Towering over me, he looked down and smiled.

“I’m the best boy., I answered. “And I deserve a treat.”