Room at the Edge (38 page)

“Is that enough?” Austin asked, but he was talking to Jay, not Liam.

In the middle of a scene, that was disconcerting too. Liam bit back a reproof. To a certain extent he’d tacitly handed over the reins to them, despite what he’d said about being in charge. Overall he was, yes, but he was resigned to the idea of delegating at moments like this.

“I used plenty of lube, and he’s really relaxed.”

“I’m right here,” Liam said with some asperity.

“Yes, Sir,” Austin murmured, his contrition plain. “I’m sorry.” He caressed Liam’s chest lightly, teasing a nipple without pinching it. “I’m nervous, but God, I’m so turned on too. I mean, if you weren’t our Dom and we weren’t into kink, we’d still be into you.” Jay added a fervent nod of agreement, and Austin continued, “I didn’t think we needed the cock rings after all the training you’ve given us, but if you’re serious about us not coming in you—”

Liam wasn’t immune to flattery, but Austin seemed totally sincere. Even if part of him doubted that what they had would exist without the initial spur of Austin and Jay’s need for a Dom—they wouldn’t have let him pick them up in a bar—now that it did exist, he had faith in it. “I didn’t say that. You just get to come when you’re told, as usual, and this means I don’t have to worry about it.”

“Then we’ll do whatever you want,” Austin said, and Liam looked at him sternly.

“Yes,” he said. “You will. And what I want right now is to stop all this unnecessary chatter and for you to fuck me.”

Austin shifted in closer and kissed him, lips soft against Liam’s. “Yes, Sir,” he murmured before pushing himself upright and getting into position, Jay kneeling at Liam’s hip to give Austin space.

Liam heard the click of the lube cap again, felt Austin’s fingers brush over his hole, then the determined, wide press of Austin’s lube-wet cock.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” Austin said.

“Have you done this before?” Liam asked. It was a stupidly phrased question, but Austin seemed to understand what he was asking—he wanted to know if Austin had been someone’s first.

“Yes.” Austin pressed forward a little more. It didn’t hurt; in fact, it felt amazing, and Liam found himself lifting his hips. “Twice, but not for a long time. And…” He hesitated, met Liam’s gaze. “Never with someone I love as much as I love you. Tell me if it hurts. Please.”

“I will,” Liam told him gently, appreciating the care they were taking with him rather than resenting it.

He saw Jay and Austin exchange glances. Then Jay reached out both hands, running one over Austin’s back and using his other to stroke Liam’s cock, arousing and distracting Liam enough that his attention lost its single focus.

“God, I want to come just seeing the two of you do this.” Jay hummed appreciatively, his hand tightening for a moment, the constriction of his fingers making Liam’s cock throb.

Liam moved instinctively to help Austin’s progress, knowing from being on the other end what made entry easier. Inch by inch he was opened, filled. There was a raw burn, but it mellowed quickly, leaving nothing behind but a craving for more.

He found himself asking for exactly that, his voice strong to his ears, confident. How long he could keep it steady, he didn’t know. Christ, this was overwhelming. Different. He tilted his arse up, but that wasn’t enough. He raised his legs and, with Jay’s help, rested them on Austin’s shoulders. The next slow thrust drew a cry from him. Yes. There. Oh God, there.

“You feel incredible, Sir. So fucking tight around me.”

Liam wanted to reply, but Austin began to fuck him with more force, long strokes delivered slowly but without hesitation. The intensity of his reaction to this was frightening him in some ways, sweeping away the few inhibitions he had. He wanted to beg for the first time in his life, to plead for Austin to go faster, but he bit down on his lip and forced the words back.

Austin was watching his face, and something must have shown on it because Austin hesitated, then stopped moving entirely. “Sir?”

“Don’t stop,” Liam said, his voice rough.

“But—”

“That was an order, Austin.”

The reminder seemed enough to get him moving again, thank God. Liam’s entire body was taut with wanting, his nerves straining toward the release that was nearby but not quite achievable, not yet. Jay’s hand stroking his cock was more a distraction than anything else, strangely, but both of them knew more about this than Liam did—pushing Jay’s hand away seemed unwise. He didn’t want any of it to stop, he wanted to come, but he was so overwhelmed that all he could do was take it, Austin driving into him with careful thrusts that were making him crazy.

Austin stopped again without warning, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “I’m sorry,” he said, sounding miserable. “Sorry, just…so close.”

Liam exhaled, biting back a snarl. God, did they feel like this when he was teasing them? If so, how the hell did they keep from punching him?

The need to take that look off Austin’s face overrode his frustration. He’d asked for this and told them he’d stay in control. Time to prove that.

“It’s okay. You’re doing so well, Austin. I’m enjoying it.”

Austin’s eyes popped open, the praise reviving him. “Really, Sir?” His cock moved deeper as he shifted position, bringing it in contact with Liam’s prostate for a split second before Austin moved again, and the burgeoning rush of sensation was cut off abruptly.

“Mm-hmm,” Liam managed. “Maybe swap with Jay?”

“Great idea, Sir.” Jay’s eagerness was as flattering as Austin’s fight for control.

Austin pouted but withdrew, the slow, sweet drag of his cock deliciously tortuous. He wiped down his cock with a handful of tissues and gave Liam a dazzled smile. “So good, Sir.”

“So were you,” Liam assured him. Austin hadn’t been at fault, after all. He sat up, conscious of a twinge from his arse, and kissed Austin, making it reassuring, approving. “I’m going to take off your cock ring. When I come, so can you. I’m sure you can wait that long, yes?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” There was more than a hint of doubt in Austin’s voice, but he submitted to the removal of the ring, gasping when Liam, driven by his own needs, took a moment to fondle the cock that just a short time before had been inside him. It was hot and hard against his palm, still sticky with residual lube.

“Your turn, Jay.”

“Do you want to stay like this?”

It occurred to Liam that on all fours, he could push back, set the pace. “No, let’s change it up a bit.”

He got into position and heard Jay catch his breath. “God, I’m not even inside you, and I could come in a heartbeat.”

Liam gave an impatient hiss. “My arse isn’t the Eighth Wonder of the World. Stop admiring it, and fuck it. In me. Now.”

Jay took an eternity to apply lube, another to align the head of his cock with Liam’s hole, and a blessedly short time to pick up the pace and fuck Liam with the forceful, hammering thrusts he craved. He might pay for them tomorrow, might regret his insistence that he wanted more and he wouldn’t break, damn it, within the hour, but right then, he needed it hard and fast.

From the corner of his eye he saw Austin kneeling at the head of the bed, his hands behind him, as if he didn’t trust himself not to touch the dark red cock that looked painfully close to a climax. It was a stunningly erotic sight, obedience and need combined, and Liam wanted to tell Austin so, but he had no breath to spare for words.

He was so fucking close. So close to coming even without a hand on his prick, from nothing more than the relentless pressure of Jay’s cock over his prostate. He’d suspected how much he’d enjoy this, but he hadn’t truly realized how intense it would be. Being filled added another dimension to his arousal, and he’d be lamenting having gone so long without it if he weren’t so focused on the orgasm that was just out of reach.

“Feel so good, Sir,” Jay murmured. His hands settled on Liam’s hips but didn’t grip, just rested there respectfully.

Liam almost laughed at the thought. Instead he closed his eyes and rocked to meet Jay’s next thrust. Jay’s hands tightened on Liam’s hips.

“God,” Jay said with a gasp. “Sir.”

More, Liam thought but didn’t say. He didn’t need to—all he needed to do was create a rhythm, taking over the minor bit of control he’d allowed Jay until that moment. His pleasure ratcheted higher. A small shift of the angle and he was there, the head of Jay’s cock rubbing his prostate so perfectly that he was going to come any second.

He reached back and fumbled a touch on Jay’s hand, then clamped his own over Jay’s, fingers entangled and gripping tightly. His orgasm exploded from him, jetting out forcefully in pulses so strong he couldn’t make a sound or take a breath, just held on to Jay’s hand on his hip as he shuddered and jerked.

It felt strange to come without even the grip of his hand to tunnel into, with his arse filled, fucked, occupied. The novelty sharpened the edges of his pleasure, changing its shape.

“Sir—” Jay sounded frantic to come, but he didn’t pull back, allowing Liam to sink forward onto the bed with the thick length of Jay’s cock to flex against, small, potent aftershocks rippling through him as he did. Liam was aware of Austin crowding close, both of them petting him, kissing him, murmuring to him as he lay spent and exhausted against spunk-soaked sheets.

Jay eased away, slowly, carefully, his hands gentle on Liam’s hips, guiding their disengagement. Liam closed his lips on a protesting murmur of loss and rolled reluctantly to his back when Jay had finished. He wanted to lie still, bask, but it wasn’t just about him. Jay’s cock ring needed to be removed so that he and Austin could reach their own climaxes.

They were smiling at him, a little anxious, with a certain complicity in their eyes, as if they were welcoming him to their world.

He kept his voice level, strong as he tossed Jay’s cock ring aside. “Jerk off. First one to come gets another spanking.”

It was a dead heat.

Chapter Twenty-One

“I’m so tired,” Jay murmured.

It was a challenge to understand him, since he was lying facedown against Austin’s stomach. Austin petted his hair. “Well, you’d probably sleep better if you could breathe.”

Jay grumbled and turned his head but didn’t stop using Austin as a pillow. “Can’t sleep.”

“Not if you keep complaining.” They were in bed; Austin was leaning back against the headboard, propped up with pillows and wearing flannel pants and one of Liam’s T-shirts. “Close your eyes.”

“What time is it?” Jay whined.

“Twenty minutes after the last time you asked.” Austin sighed. He wasn’t any happier about waiting for Liam to come home from his trip to spend Christmas with his kids than Jay was, but focusing on it every second was making the day seem even longer. “If you’re not going to sleep, maybe we should go do something.”

“You’re crazy,” Jay said. “It’s the day after Christmas. Do you know how busy the stores would be? Busy. Really, really busy.”

“Watch TV?”

“There’s nothing on.”

Austin sighed again. He wouldn’t suggest they have lunch, not yet—it was just after noon, but they hadn’t managed to eat breakfast until almost eleven. They’d spent the day before at his mom’s house, being offered something else to eat every time they turned around. Austin’s stomach still hadn’t recovered. “He’ll be home soon.”

“I want him now.” Jay rolled his eyes. “Okay, even I know I sound like a brat. Sorry. I just… We’ve got presents for him!”

“We’re lucky,” Austin said. “We get to celebrate twice.”

“Yesterday was more like an endurance test.”

Austin couldn’t argue with that assessment. His mom had been…nice. Too nice. She’d treated them like guests, not family, for a while until April had let the gravy boil over. In the cleanup and tearful recriminations that followed, normality had been resumed.

Only to fall apart when Tim asked casually how Liam was as a landlord. Sarah had controlled her reaction, confining it to a quick, darting glance at Austin, but the relaxed mood had never returned. She’d sent them home with enough leftovers for three people, but she’d done that when Austin lived alone. The Christmas card Liam had asked Austin to give her had been opened, read, then pushed back inside its envelope, instead of joining the others displayed around the family room.

A truce of sorts, but true peace was a long way off.

“We could bring Liam’s diorama upstairs to the dining room table? Or do you want him to go down to the basement and see it there?”

“Basement,” Jay said after a moment’s thought. “I’m so on edge I might drop it if we tried to move it.” He shuddered, wincing. “Can you imagine? All that hard work and bam! It’s on the floor, ruined?”

“Jay…” Austin hugged him, wishing he could assure Jay that wouldn’t happen and be believed. Losing a diorama to the flood in their old apartment had taken Jay weeks to get over. Austin sometimes found him looking at the photographs he’d taken of it, heartbreakingly close to completion. “He’s going to love it. Just wait.”

Jay gave him a grateful kiss, then snuggled in close. Peace reigned for a few seconds; then he raised his head from Austin’s shoulder with a jerk. “Car!”

Austin heard it too, followed by the rumble as the garage door rose.

Liam.

Thank God.

They both scrambled out of bed, then stood there looking at each other wildly. Then Jay made an impatient gesture and said, “Come on.”

The garage opened into the hallway near the kitchen, but Liam must have been slow getting out of the car, because Jay and Austin beat him there.

“At least we’re dressed this time,” Austin said, panting. Okay, maybe they’d moved a little more quickly than necessary.

“He likes us naked.” Jay was only wearing some cotton sleep pants, though he’d had a bathrobe on earlier when they’d had breakfast but abandoned it when they’d gone back to bed.

“Yeah, but I always worry that maybe he’s got somebody with him and they’re going to get the surprise of a lifetime.” Austin strained to hear what Liam was doing on the other side of the door, but apparently it was too well insulated. “Like, what if he brought his kids home for a visit without telling us?”