Room at the Edge (24 page)

“Bite me, and I won’t use a flogger on you for a month.”

Jay raised his eyes, gleaming with amusement at the threat, but the tug Liam gave to Jay’s hair was taken more seriously, and Jay eased off, using the sounds Liam made to guide his actions.

With both of them working so assiduously to please him, Liam’s senses were swimming. Jesus, he wasn’t going to last long, and he wasn’t ready for this to end.

“Enough.” They didn’t obey him at once, Austin redoubling his efforts to work his tongue deeper, Jay’s lips closing firmly around the head of Liam’s cock. Well, that wouldn’t do. He sharpened his voice, aware that he’d sounded less than convincing. “Enough.”

Two heads jerked up. Their faces were flushed, mouths wet, eyes glazed, and a stab of lust went through him. He freed himself from Jay’s hand and sat forward. “Enough,” he said for the third time, softly. He drew his thumb over Austin’s lips, pinched Jay’s nipple in an unspoken thank-you. “You were doing too good a job. I want more from you than this before I come.”

Austin kissed the inside of his thigh so tenderly that Liam shivered. “What do you want, Sir? Please tell us.”

“We want to give you whatever you want,” Jay agreed. “Anything you want.”

“I want to watch you together,” Liam said. He hadn’t had nearly enough of that. Maybe he never would, but right then he wanted it so badly his voice almost shook. “Here, Jay. Kneel near Austin and lean on the sofa. Austin, behind him—yes, like that—and fuck him. Slowly, so I can see.”

There was a bottle of lube in his trouser pocket. He’d taken it from the bathroom earlier and forgotten to return it to the bedroom where it belonged. It was the work of a moment to retrieve it and spread a few drops on the head of Austin’s cock. Austin hissed at his touch but smiled when Liam nodded at him.

“How slowly, Sir?”

“As slowly as you can manage. I want to see everything.” Liam backed up from them a little, eyes riveted on the glistening tip of Austin’s cock as it pressed against Jay’s hole.

Jay bit his lip, hands gripping the inner edge of the sofa cushion. Austin’s hips inched forward, and Jay moaned. Liam could see him trembling, and guessed that Jay was trying not to beg for Austin to hurry since he knew it wasn’t what Liam wanted.

“Tell me how it feels,” Liam said, to either of them, though Austin answered first.

“Hot,” Austin said, pushing in just a tiny bit more. “He’s always so hot inside. Get hard just thinking about it.”

“And he makes me feel…” Jay tipped his head back, exposing his throat, his breath rushing out of him in a sigh. “Taken. Filled. Doesn’t hurt. Austin would never hurt me, but sometimes I want to fight it anyway, make him force me to take him, but he wouldn’t like that.”

“I’d try if it was what you needed, but yeah, not my thing,” Austin agreed without looking particularly disturbed. “Sir? You’d do that for him, wouldn’t you?”

Liam pictured it, Jay’s lithe body fighting as Liam pinned him down, kicked his legs apart, fucked him with a controlled roughness, Jay panting, cursing him, slowly yielding… It wouldn’t be an easy scene to stage or recover from, but he could give Jay the illusion of being taken against his will.

“I might. Not now.” Liam stroked Jay’s throat, knowing it would make him shiver. “You love being fucked hard, don’t you? That edge of pain? You’re not going to get that. Just Austin sliding into you slowly, everything building until you’re screaming for more. Such a good way to torture a pain slut.”

Jay winced. “I could scream now?” he suggested, with a hint of humor in his voice. “If it would help.”

“The only thing you need help with is learning patience,” Liam said disapprovingly.

“I do love that,” Jay said. “Being fucked hard. Really hard.” He squirmed, and Austin’s hands tightened on his hips to hold him still.

“Pretend that’s what I’m doing.” Austin eased in another half inch, close to fully seated but not quite there. “Fucking you hard, just…slow.”

“I want it fast,” Jay said quietly. Then whispered, “I want you to hurt me.”

“Sir said no. If you’re good, though, he might. Some night. He’s strong. He could hold you down even if you didn’t want him to.” Austin gritted his teeth and panted, stopping his slow inward push. “God.”

“You like that idea?” Liam asked, his curiosity aroused. One reason he’d decided to do solo sessions in the future was Austin’s concerned reaction to Jay being taken to his limits. Liam appreciated that it had to be difficult to watch someone you loved being hurt, but Jay deserved the freedom to explore those limits and push them as far as Liam deemed safe. He wasn’t sure why something as dark as a rape fantasy would appeal to Austin in any way.

“If it was you doing it, sure.” Austin closed his eyes and slid in as deeply as possible from what Liam could see. “Safe. Hot. God, Sir, please, I can’t talk and fuck him at the same time.”

Liam chuckled. “I suppose not. Hold still for a moment.” He wanted to touch them, feel their bodies strain to obey his order, locked together, joined so intimately. Jay’s back was damp with sweat, strands of his dark hair sticking to it. Liam pushed his hand under the fall of hair to clasp the back of Jay’s neck. The skin there was hot, and he tightened his grip, enjoying the way Jay clawed at the couch, his fingers flexing. Throat and neck… Jay loved being touched there. Liam wanted to collar them both when the time was right. He knew they’d react differently to the feel of leather or metal around their necks, Austin welcoming the visible proof of his submission, Jay relishing the constant stimulation.

From there he moved to Austin’s stomach, drawing his fingers over the taut skin and down to the wiry hair clustered around the base of Austin’s cock. Jay’s hole was stretched by Austin’s cock, glistening with lube, an emphatically erotic sight, and Liam looked his fill, ignoring the restive whimpers from Jay and Austin’s quickening breath.

“You’ve never had two cocks in you at once, have you, Jay?” he asked, mostly to observe Jay’s reaction to the idea. And a lovely reaction it was too—Jay’s hole clenched around Austin, and they made twin sounds of pleasure. “I asked you a question.”

“No,” Jay gasped. “Sir. Never.”

“You like the thought of it.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jay didn’t need to add that he only liked the idea if the two cocks belonged to Liam and Austin—Liam knew that, and Jay knew he knew it. Though Liam also liked the thought of fucking Jay himself and with a dildo at the same time. How wide could Jay stretch, and how much would he love it? A lot, Liam suspected.

“Can I move again, Sir?” Austin asked. “Please?”

“Yes, all right. But slowly.” Liam knelt back and watched the slide of Austin’s cock as he withdrew, the cling of Jay’s flesh to Austin’s erection. It was an impossible turn-on to see it, accompanied as it was by Jay’s uneven breaths and Austin’s white-knuckle grasp on Jay’s waist.

Liam wasn’t sure how much longer he could watch without getting involved in some way. His cock, so recently deep in Jay’s throat, the memory of Austin’s tongue sliding into his hole… Watching them was driving his arousal higher with every passing second.

Austin’s movements quickened, his chest dappled with a flush that showed clearly on his fair skin. Liam slapped Austin’s arse in a warning. “Slowly,” he reminded him.

“That’s not helping, Sir,” Austin said between breaths.

“Really?” Liam knelt beside Austin and applied the flat of his hand to Austin’s backside again. “And here I thought I was giving you a beat to follow. I slap; you move.”

Austin arched backward, his fingers leaving white indentations in Jay’s flesh that would be bruises by the morning. His “Yes, Sir,” was close to inaudible, but he drove into Jay when Liam spanked him again and waited for the next slap to withdraw.

“No one’s spanking me,” Jay said under his breath as he was fucked to the rhythm Liam set, a slow, inexorable one that Liam allowed to build speed only gradually.

Amused, Liam reached around to stroke Jay’s cock, fondling it roughly. “You want to sleep on your stomach tonight, do you? Earn it. Don’t come until I’m in you, and I’ll make sure you go to bed aching inside and out.”

“You know he’ll do it.” Austin responded to Liam’s next slap by pushing into Jay deep, and Jay’s cock pulsed in Liam’s grip.

Liam squeezed the base of Jay’s cock until Jay groaned. “This is me doing you a favor,” he reminded Jay.

Jay nodded, eyes shut tight. “Thank you, Sir. So close.”

“Don’t move, Austin. Just be still. Jay, don’t come.” Liam let go of Jay’s cock and used the hand he’d been spanking Austin with to caress Austin’s arse instead. Austin’s skin was damp with perspiration, and his hole was still reasonably slick from earlier in the day—slick enough for Liam to push two fingers inside him and find his prostate.

“Sir,” Austin said shakily.

“Yes, Austin?” Liam moved his fingers slowly deeper.

Austin whimpered. “Please.”

“Can you come like this? Just from being in Jay and my fingers in you? Not moving?”

Liam got a nakedly adoring look that made him feel gratified but uncomfortable. He wasn’t as perfect as they told him he was; today had proven that. Under that loving gaze, though, he wanted to be, if that counted. “If you tell me to, I sometimes feel I could do anything.” Austin bit his lip, hard enough that Liam winced even as he twisted his fingers and drew a groan from Austin. “Can I? Come?”

“May I,” Liam corrected him and added a third finger, feeling the hot clench of Austin’s body and wishing his cock was where his fingers were, though he was equally looking forward to the wild ride he’d get fucking Jay.

“May I come, Sir?” Austin said, so dutiful, so willing to please, even when he was quivering with arousal, every muscle straining to stay still. Liam kissed him, a slow, lingering kiss, his tongue licking the roof of Austin’s mouth, plunging as deeply as his fingers. He could taste Austin’s desperation, hear the stream of words as Jay begged for someone to do something:
God, please, so close, fuck, Sir, Austin, please will someone just fuck me…

He drew back just enough to murmur, “Do it,” to Austin, then kissed him again, feeling Austin’s climax rip through his body and knowing that for Jay it would be close to impossible not to follow Austin’s example. Not that it would buy Jay forgiveness if he came. His fingers were squeezed tightly enough that they throbbed, but he kept them where they were, coaxing a final shudder from Austin when he finally withdrew them.

Austin let some of his weight rest on Jay’s slender but strong back, breathing hard and kissing Jay’s shoulder. “You’re so good,” Austin murmured. “Love you so much.”

Liam was sure the words were meant for Jay and felt a twinge of something dark and unpleasant—jealousy, envy. Something like that. The two of them had a bond entirely separate from anything they had with him, and probably always would. It made things complicated. “He is good,” Liam admitted, because Jay hadn’t come and needed to hear it. “Austin, slide around him and sit on the sofa, please.”

Shakily Austin obeyed, sitting so that Jay straightened up to kiss him. As soon as Jay’s position shifted, Liam took Austin’s place behind him, lining up his cock and pushing inside Jay’s tight, hot hole, now slick with Austin’s cum.

“God!” Jay cried out. “Oh God, yes, please. Please fuck me, Sir.”

“You have no idea how much I’m going to enjoy this,” Liam told him. He glanced at Austin. “You don’t mind sharing him with me?”

Austin’s eyes widened as if he’d picked up on Liam’s mood. “Sir? He’s yours. We both are.”

Already repentant, Liam shook his head, dismissing his momentary feeling of being shut out. What he had with them was more than he’d ever expected, and if it came to that, Austin had to feel the same way watching Jay being whipped, he and Liam bound together by the act, excluding him. And how did Jay feel hearing Austin affirm that he belonged to Liam?

With a single hard, stinging slap to Jay’s leg, Liam began to fuck him, holding nothing back, encouraging Jay to move with him. Each jarring, fast thrust sent a sizzle of lust through him, together with a dark craving to do what was usually just words and make Jay scream, full-throated, raw, the sound breaking on a sob. Jay was such a fucking challenge, and Liam, still shocked at the lengths Jay had gone to get his way, was damned if he would let Jay get away with anything for a very long time.

He should discuss that with them…find out what April was doing…organize the renovations…handle some pressing issues at work, and order a birthday present for his son. So many things needed his attention, but with Jay crying out under him, tugging his hands free of Austin’s to slam them against the couch, none of them existed.

Well-used, well-fucked Jay, who would love a spanking before bed, his arse paddled scarlet, whipped until the blood rose to the surface, but for now wanted nothing more than the hammer and stab of Liam’s cock pounding into him…

It came close to making him groan, but Liam slowed and stopped, only the head of his cock inside the ring of muscle he’d stretched and softened.

“I might finish off in Austin,” he said, keeping his voice level with an effort. “Or your mouth. Make you lick me clean before I come on you.”

He slipped inside Jay, an inch, two, filling him up again with excruciating slowness. Jay was whining, past speech, his head hanging down, drooping like a thirsty flower. Panting, keening, Jay was lost in a maze of arousal, needing to be shown the way out.

“Or I might just fuck you like this, so slowly you can’t ever quite come until you’re raw and you don’t know if you want to beg for more or beg me to stop.”

The words were gasped out, mumbled, but Liam was listening to every sound Jay made. “Don’t…don’t stop.”

“Tell me you trust me,” Liam demanded.

“T-trust you.” Impossible to doubt Jay in that moment. He was open, defenses down, broken apart and waiting to be made whole again.

“You’d better never let me doubt it again.”

He pulled out completely and gripped his slippery cock in his hand, rubbing the head across the reddened hole. Austin was biting his lip again, his hands clenched in his lap, but he didn’t speak.