by Ivy Clyde
“It’s easier to agree to you than Alexei,” I said through clenched teeth.
“Alexei?”
“He likes Danny too.”
“What? Your cousin doesn’t even look in my direction but he wants him?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I mean, Danny’s pretty but he doesn’t compare to me, does he?”
I chuckled, noticing how River was still not over Alexei’s cold politeness. “No one compares to you, babe,” I said in a thoughtful voice. “But my cousin is showing unusual interest in him. I hate it.”
“What about Danny? Does he like that poker-face?”
“Yeah,” I said, my grip hardening on the glass dangerously. “Danny fucking likes him. I could see it in the way he looks at Alexei.”
River laughed and leaned into Danny to press his lips against his. “Three men are ready to fuck him and he’s got no idea. Just look at him sleeping like a baby.”
I glanced at the peaceful look on Danny’s face. He was slumped in the most unattractive pose but the raw innocence made my cock stir in my pants. I wanted to fuck him and devour him in that state.
I shook myself mentally, wondering what it was about the unassuming young man that attracted me to him so strongly. “Stop doing that, River,” I called out, noticing him nibbling on Danny’s earlobe.
“I can’t help myself,” he said. “He tastes so sweet and soft.” His fingers fumbled with the top buttons of his shirt.
“River, get back here,” I said, forcing a command in my voice.
“Why?” he whined.
“Danny isn’t comfortable with that yet,” I said.
“He’s shy,” argued River. “We have to be the ones to make the first move.”
“I will break that shyness with pleasure,” I said, vowing it to myself. “But don’t touch him when he’s fucking unconscious. I don’t want him thinking of you the same way as Boris.”
River’s hand jerked away from Danny like he’d suddenly been burned. “Shit!” He moved away from the couch and came back to perch on my lap. “I can’t believe I was doing that to him.”
I chuckled and slipped a hand through the front of his robe to get to the hard, chiseled muscles of his chest. River melted at my touch, leaning against me as I nibbled on the shell of his left ear.
“He’s mine,” I said, loosening the tie of his robe. “I’ll share him with you but ultimately, Danny’s going to be mine.”
River turned around to face me and captured my lips in a searing kiss. He was as hot as me and I could feel it in the way he threaded his fingers through my dark strands. It was a relief to have River by my side to take care of my cock tonight. There was only so much I could stand when I couldn’t have the man I truly wanted at that moment.
“Bedroom,” I commanded. “Now.”
River bit his lower lip and shook his head. His beautiful violet-hued eyes were lit up with mischief. “Take me here. It’d be so much hotter with him here.”
I met his gaze and felt my cock tightening against my pants. River never disappointed when it came to creating maximum pleasure.
From the second I’d kissed Danny that morning, my body and mind were raging with heat and desire. Danny stopped me from taking things further but next thing I knew, he was dissing Andrew Morrison in the hotel lobby like he owned the bastard.
The guy was my classmate in high school. For some reason, he was always in competition with me, trying to prove how much smarter and stronger he was than me.
When he failed, he tried ridiculing me for liking boys. He tried getting people to team up against me and bully me, but it all backfired when I shoved the barrel of a gun in one of his friends’ mouth for daring to insult my father.
Danny had no idea what joy he brought me when he insulted Morrison in the hotel lobby without missing a beat. The stricken look on Morrison’s face was worth a million dollars. He couldn’t say a thing in return, fleeing the scene with his tail between his legs.
I glanced over to the sleeping young man on my couch. The innocence on his smooth, flawless face was like a drug more potent than a dose of Viagra. It was taking everything in me not to shove my cock between his slightly parted lips and shoot down his throat the way I was dying to.
A soft chuckle sounded close to me as River walked up to me and slid his hands on my chest. He blocked my view and stared up at me with a mischievous grin on his face.
“Is this what it feels like when someone offers you an exquisite French dish but you’re craving mash and roast chicken?” he asked with a giggle.
Leaning down, I nipped his bottom lip. “I’m always in the mood for Sugar.”
He opened up to me then, and met my hungry lips with a ferocity of his own. He seemed as impatient as me tonight.
Breaking away, he undressed with a frenzy. River rarely got this worked up when we were together. There was never any need to get impatient with me. I always took my time with him, but tonight, he seemed to be on the edge.
Getting down to his knees, River drew the head of my cock between his lips and sucked, making my eyes close with pleasure. The feel of his hot tongue on my shaft felt incredibly good. My feet dug into the soft carpet as River put his hand on my thigh to steady himself. Lowering his head, he swallowed me so deep I was nearly halfway down his throat.
I drew in an unsteady breath and slid my hand through the silver locks of his hair to reach the back of his head.
A harsh groan escaped me when River suddenly pulled his lips off me.
He grinned at me mischievously, making me tighten my hold on a fistful of his hair. I bumped the head of my cock against his lips and he opened up immediately, allowing me to slide in once again.
Keeping his gaze on me, River widened his mouth, relaxed his shoulders, and let me go for the pleasure I was so desperately seeking. River’s hands slid up around my ass, holding me firmly as my hips started rolling forward.
River was taking me so deeply, his nose nuzzled up against the trimmed hair at the base of my cock. “Fuck!” I groaned, throwing my head back and pumping in and out of the most talented mouth I’d been ever been inside.
Looking down, I gazed into River’s violet-shaded eyes. They were brimming up as I pumped deep into his hot, tight throat. His cheeks were hollowed in and his lips stretched taut around my base. I could just let go, but coming into his mouth wouldn’t be enough for me.
I pulled out my rock-hard erection and it came free, the end dripping with strings of saliva and precum. Meeting River’s molten gaze, I tightened my hold at the back of his neck and urged him to his feet.
Pulling him close, I crashed my mouth to his. My hands tore open his gown and let it fall at his feet. I reached for his cock and gave it a squeeze.
“Oh, Victor,” he groaned. “Harder, please.”
I pumped his cock and claimed his mouth once more. River’s kisses became sporadic as he gasped and moaned with pleasure.
Pulling away, I turned him around and pushed him against the couch. My hands cupped his ass while my mouth left kisses and bites along his shoulder.
“Please, Victor,” he groaned. “Stop teasing me.”
I pressed the head of my cock against the crack of his ass and prodded lightly.
“Victor...” he moaned, arching his back.
I dropped a few dribbles of my precum on his opening and inserted a finger. River’s body trembled and he had to hold on to the couch’s armrest as I loosened and slicked him up.
My cock throbbed hard as I pried his cheeks apart. River angled his body and pushed back against me.
A chuckle escaped me. “Impatient as always, Sugar.”
“Fuck me, Master,” he said in that sultry voice that made teasing him a torture for me.
Gripping River’s hips tight, I thrust inside him. A groan escaped me as I felt his muscles clenching in on me. Pulling out, I plunged in harder, sliding even deeper into him.
River gasped, his fingers gripping the couch’s armrest hard as I began moving inside him. Fire bu
rned in my veins, heightening my pleasure as I felt River’s heat flush against my cock.
Leaning in, I kissed the juncture where his shoulder and neck met, but next moment, I bit down on the tender skin.
“Ahh!” River gasped out while I continued to thrust inside him.
I licked the reddening spot to soothe the sting, but ended up biting him again. River made a noise which was like a cross between a gasp and a laugh. My teeth nibbled the tight skin of his shoulders while my hips continued pounding him from behind.
“Fuck, River!” I cried out, feeling a pleasurable pressure building deep inside me.
“Just look at Danny over there,” he bit out between the moans escaping him. “Is it weird I want to fuck him? Like I want to be a top with him and have my cock balls-deep inside him.”
The thought of being balls-deep inside that young man made me pound River harder. Reaching to the front, I grasped his cock that was hard as an iron rod. I could feel it pulsing in my palms as I slowly pumped him.
“Master!” he cried out, throwing his head against my shoulder. “Fuck me harder!”
I pummeled him hard from behind until he was left moaning. His body was tensing against mine.
“Ahh, Sugar! Fuck, I’m close!” I grated through clenched teeth as my pleasure rose to its peak. Next moment, I thrust in deep and shattered under his clenching muscles.
River was pushed forward against the couch but I held him tight as his own pleasure took hold of his body. Our bodies shuddered together as we both came down from our highs. While I released inside him, River’s cum shot straight toward the couch, and splattered the left side of Danny’s face.
“I’m happy I made a mess on him,” said River as he gasped for breath.
I looked at the creamy-white mass slowly sliding down Danny’s face. He didn’t stir but continued to snooze peacefully.
I pulled out of River and walked to the couch. Holding my softening cock in my hand, I let a few dribbles of my cum fall on Danny’s face. He didn’t know about us marking him with our essence, and it made the sight dirtier. Hotter.
“He’s so beautiful and innocent,” said River in a soft voice as he brushed away a stray strand from his forehead. “Two wolves are panting to devour him but he’s continuing to sleep. He’s our Sleeping Beauty, Victor.”
I fell onto the couch on Danny’s other side and grasped his hand in mine. It was cool to the touch, so I rubbed in some warmth in his palm. “In the original story, the prince rapes Sleeping Beauty.”
“What a fucking bastard,” scoffed River with a steely look in his violet-hued eyes. “If Boris did that to Danny, I’d have asked you to murder him twice.”
I was surprised by the hint of violence in River’s voice, but it felt strangely fitting that he was becoming protective of Danny. He was, after all, ours.
21
Danica
My eyes blinked open to the familiar surroundings of my apartment suite. A soft moan escaped me as I swallowed through a dry, parched throat. Sitting up, I wondered how I’d ended up there. The last thing I remembered was sitting with Victor and the beautiful man called River.
There was no way a few glasses of champagne would cause me to black out like this. River must have added something extra to my drink.
I looked down immediately. Relief spread through me when I saw I was wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
I ran my fingers through the short strands of my hair, berating myself for being careless. Then again, it wasn’t like I had a choice. There was no way I could refuse a drink from Victor or River without sounding suspicious.
Closing my eyes, I tried to remember beyond the part where Victor gifted me with a gun of my own. He’d told me to put it away because River was uncomfortable around guns, so that’s what I’d done.
Wisps of a vivid dream rose before my eyes, a dream where Victor was pounding into River from behind. The lavish suite echoed with the sound of skin slapping against skin combined with their groans and grunts of pleasure.
Had it been a dream or had I been a witness to the real thing?
My core pulsed at the image playing in my head. I’d never been exposed to gay sex but wish I had. It was unbelievably hot to think of Victor pounding into a beautiful man like River. I couldn’t explain why I was getting so turned on but my pussy pulsed with pleasure just imagining it all.
A sudden buzz from my pocket startled me out of my fantasies. Scrambling, I retrieved my phone from my pocket.
“Victor?” I spoke into it.
“Danny,” he said, sounding quite serious. “I’m glad you’re up early. I need you to do something for me today.”
“Sure,” I said, wondering whether he’d be sending me to mutilate or strangle someone today. Swallowing, I forced myself to speak. “What can I do for you?”
“I’m joining my father in a meeting today. While I’m gone, you’ll accompany Alexei to a certain place. They will hand you a hard disk or a pen drive with information. Take it and upload it to my portal.” He paused for a few seconds. “Are you following?”
I released a long breath. No deaths or mutilations today. “Yeah. Collect the pen drive and update the data into the portal,” I repeated. “I’ve got it.”
“Good,” he said. “Here’s the important bit, Danny. Get rid of the pen drive after you’ve downloaded all the information. Destroy it and throw it into the trash chute.”
“I understand.”
“Alexei will drop you at the apartment after the collection and leave,” he said. “You’ll meet him at ten at the gates today.”
“Sure.”
The call switched off.
The clock on the screen showed the time to be eight A.M. I’d overslept but looked like I had plenty of time this morning to shower and eat breakfast.
To my pleasant surprise, I found my old clothes washed and folded on a chair by the bed. Someone had come in to clean up the place as well as do my laundry.
Stretching my arms over my head, I headed into the bathroom for a shower. Being with Victor was beyond overwhelming but at least, I got an amazing place to bide my time.
After the shower, I got dressed and headed into the kitchen area. Opening the fridge, I found it fully stocked with fresh fruits, vegetables, and meat. The side rows contained everything from milk and juice cartons to sauces and chocolate bars.
Ignoring the urge to feast on the chocolate bars, I took out peppers, mushrooms, a packet of sausages, and a carton of eggs. I decided to make myself an omelet and a pot of coffee. It was important to eat some healthy stuff to balance out the champagne and whatever drug I was given last night.
After breakfast, I spent some time on the computer to go through some accounts and clean them up. This was my major job and I couldn’t risk Victor thinking I was slacking off.
When it was time, I closed everything and headed down to meet Alexei.
Today’s job intrigued me. I might just be able to find out about Victor’s network of spies and informants. Walking out of the apartment, I headed to the elevator.
Entering the steel carriage, I pressed the button that would take me to the ground floor.
The elevator started on its downward journey but came to a sudden stop on the next floor. A tall figure came in my view as soon as the doors slid open. Next moment, Alexei walked inside and shut the doors.
“Hey,” I said, looking up at him.
He glanced at me down his glasses but didn’t reply. For some reason, he’d gone back to being silent and cold.
“Where are we going today?” I asked, determined to make him talk.
“You’ll see.”
“Where are you going afterward?”
He stared at me with cool amber eyes. “You can’t ask me that.”
“Oh...I’m sorry,” I said, realizing I might’ve stepped out of line. “Umm...about yesterday...I just wanted to say thanks.”
His gaze swept me from head to foot. “I saw you passed out on Victor’s couch last night,�
�� he said slowly. “Did you enjoy your time with him and his plaything?”
“Plaything? You mean, River?”
“Hmm.”
“I think River drugged me,” I said with a chuckle. “Don’t remember a thing after drinking the champagne he handed me. I woke up in my own suite this morning but had all my clothes on me. Besides, I doubt anyone would even look at me when they could have Victor. Or you.”
A sudden snort escaped him. “I’m not into men like my cousin.”
I let out a long breath. The cold aura wafting around him finally cleared away.
The elevator came to a stop and we walked out together. Alexei waited while I put my shoes on at the security desk. He seemed much nicer now.
“So, where are we headed to?” I asked as we walked through the entrance gates to get to the car waiting for us.
“We’re going to Chinatown.”
I climbed into the backseat of the car with Alexei and settled against the plush leather seat. Silence settled between us as the car moved through the traffic.
“Drop us near Pell Street,” said Alexei as the car got closer to the familiar scene of New York City’s Chinatown.
Ten minutes later, Alexei and I stood in a crowded street filled with colorful signs and displays with Chinese letters stamped all over them.
Alexei straightened his jacket and walked down the street, sticking out in the throng of pedestrians and tourists in his designer suit and polished loafers. I followed him as he entered a tea shop.
The fragrance of herbs and steam floated all around me as I stepped inside a busy restaurant. Waiters moved around with carts of steaming baskets, serving tea and dim sums to the people at the tables.
Confused, I followed Alexei as he disappeared through a curtain of colorful beads in the corner.
Catching up with him, I whispered, “What are we doing here?”
“I’m introducing you to Angel,” he said, walking down an empty hallway. Passing through another doorway, he came to a stop beside an elevator.
“Who is Angel?” I asked as he pressed a button on the panel.
