Saving Stakes

by Saving Stakes (lit)

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  Rusty hadn't prepared himself for Cole to turn to liquid in his embrace. Who would've thought the man would surrender so completely to a lover?

  He should've thought it, Rusty realized as understanding took hold. Cole believed for so long he had only two choices. He could fight to keep every emotion and desire locked inside, and indulge only in simple, wad-shooting sex. Or he could give himself over and take the chance on the Duvall curse ruining it all. He'd taken the first option and held true to it in every interaction he had with another man until tonight. Tonight, he finally let himself abandon the fight. He allowed himself to submit to the desires of his body, his mind, and, hopefully, his heart. Such a total surrender turned him to putty in Rusty's and Jay's hands.

  That's when it clicked. Rusty might have slapped himself upside the head if his arms hadn't been locked around Cole, holding him tight. Cole spent a lifetime being in control. He'd been taught from an early age to guard every emotion, to be in charge of every action. So much so that he'd feared what might happen if he let go. So much so, Rusty bet now, that he craved the freedom to surrender.

  "Relax against me," Rusty whispered against Cole's neck. "We're going to make you feel good, baby. Give yourself to us, Cole. Will you do that?"

  Cole's eyes closed on a heavy sigh. When he opened them again fear and heady desire glinted in their depths. "I already have."

  Jay straightened before Cole only to lean in and nip Cole's bottom lip. "Put your arms around Rusty's neck."

  Rusty met Jay's gaze, putting an unspoken question in his eyes that Jay answered with a smile and an infinitesimal nod. He'd realized it, too, the root of the Duvall curse and the key to Cole's immense satisfaction.

  Cole didn't move. He continued to grip Jay's nape with one hand while the other remained latched to the back of Rusty's thigh just below his ass. While it felt fabulous to have Cole's hand so close to the one part of his body that ached as intensely as his cock, it wasn't where he needed Cole's hands at that moment.

  "Did you like what Jay did to your nipples?"

  Cole's eyes narrowed at the firmness Rusty put in his tone. He didn't answer, still didn't move.

  "Did you?" Rusty prompted, lifting one brow.

  "I did."

  "Then put your arms around Rusty's neck, and I'll do a lot more of it," Jay told him.

  Cole's gaze flicked to Jay, and Rusty felt the man's body quiver even as he hesitantly brought his hands up to stretch behind Rusty's neck. Given the height difference, the position equaled that of shackling Cole to a wall.

  Rusty looked down the length of Cole's front, loving the way the position made the muscles in his pecs bulge, the way it pulled his already rigid abs and flat stomach even tighter.

  "Damn, you're gorgeous," Jay said on a quiet exhale as his gaze traveled the same path as Rusty's. His hands took the trip next, gliding over Cole's chest, his abs and stomach as Jay sank to his knees before the man. His fingers already started working at the button on Cole's jeans. Rusty felt Cole suck in a quick breath, holding it as Jay shucked Cole's pants and briefs down his legs.

  "Breathe," Rusty instructed, unable to hide the amusement in his voice. "You pass out on us and you'll miss all the wonderful things we plan to do to you."

  "I'm going to do them whether he's awake or not." Jay smiled up at them. "I figure when the pleasure reaches a certain point he'll have to regain consciousness." He took Cole's stiff cock in his hand and Cole let out the breath he'd been holding as a growl.

  "He's vicious," he told Rusty.

  Rusty chuckled, his gaze transfixed on the beautiful sight of Jay's hand fisted around Cole's cock. "We're discovering that together, but I've gotta say I'm loving it."

  "Me, too." His laced fingers behind Rusty's neck tightened, drawing Rusty's gaze to him. "Both of you."

  Rusty swallowed, the emotions swelling in his chest at those words too potent to put to definition. Cole's eyes started to close, and Rusty glanced down and saw Jay's lips closing around the head of Cole's cock. "Keep your eyes open," he told Cole. "Keep them on me. I want to watch your expressions as he sucks you off."

  Cole shook his head. "I don't think I can. God, Rusty, his mouth feels so good!"

  "I bet it does. Lucky bastard." Rusty's own cock did a painful two step in his jeans, throbbing for the same attention. "But if you close your eyes, I'll tell him to stop. Do you want him to stop?"

  "Fuck, no. Ah, God!"

  Rusty glanced down again to see that Jay had swallowed Cole's cock. The sight of Cole's length buried in the other man's mouth pulled a whimper from Rusty's throat. "Jesus, that's beautiful. Tell me how it feels, Cole."

  "Fucking amazing!"

  "That's not good enough. Do you want him to stop?"

  "I already told you no."

  "Then tell me how it feels to have your cock in his mouth." Rusty looked back at Cole to find Cole's eyes blazing with arousal and torment. The threat of making Jay stop drove Cole nuts, heightening his desire.

  "Damn you," Cole cursed. "His mouth is wet, warm. His lips are, oh, shit, they're so tight around my rod. Jesus, his teeth are…Jay, please!"

  "What's he doing, Cole? I can't look because I'm so busy watching the pleasure on your face. Tell me what he's doing."

  "He's got my nuts in his hand." Each word came on a labored breath as Cole obviously struggled to speak and hold Rusty's gaze. "He's rolling them in his palm while he fucks my cock with his mouth. Shit! I'm not going to last long, Rusty."

  "Do you want to come in his mouth, Cole?" Rusty's own mouth had gone as dry as the desert. His cock throbbed, his balls stinging as if a whip smacked at their tender flesh. His questions and demands tortured himself as much as Cole. Cole's description and the intoxicating bliss in his eyes gave him foreplay of a different dimension.

  "Yes, ah, God, I'm about to come."

  "You have to ask first." Watching Cole's struggle against his need to obey, his desire to beg, and the pleasure that racked his body proved nearly as fabulous as fucking him. Okay, not even close, because fucking Cole would be sheer ecstasy, a slice of paradise Rusty couldn't wait to experience. He would wait, though, because right now was all about Cole, his pleasure, his release, his acceptance of Rusty and Jay as they made him theirs.

  "What?" Cole's eyes widened, understanding obviously lost somewhere in the sensations Jay's mouth sent through Cole's groin.

  "You have to ask for permission to come."

  "Are you fucking nuts?"

  "Do you want him to stop before you blow your wad, leave your balls aching, and dick full but no release? He'll do it. Won't you Jay?"

  Jay's answer came in an "Mmm-hmm" sound with Cole's cock still lodged in his mouth.

  "Fuck, you two are trying to kill me."

  "Nope, just show you pleasure," Rusty assured him again. He felt Cole's hips start to rock into Jay's mouth, and he gripped them hard, held them still. "He's in control. You stay still and ask for what you want."

  "I want to come. God, damnit, let me co-me." The word became two syllables as it left his lips, his face contorting and his eyes slamming shut. He growled, loud and long, like a beast of the woods surrounding them as he shot his seed into Jay's hungry mouth.

  Chapter Five

  Cole's body jerked with the force of his ejaculation. The release left him in a gush of erotic relief, taking with it his ability to move any muscle, to ponder any thought beyond the sheer bliss of the moment. As his limp cock fell from Jay's wickedly amazing lips, Cole felt something he'd never felt before: contentment.

  He drew in a ragged breath and let it out on a quiver that shook him to his toes. It made Rusty chuckle, the sound low and heated. His amusement twisted with a still-to-be-sated arousal in the air. Cole loved that he brought that sound from Rusty, loved the way Jay's hands slowly cruised up Cole's front as Jay stood. The two men he wanted more than any he ever met sandwiched him between their hugely aroused bodies. They obviously needed a release of their own and yet hi
s pleasure held their focus. As unfair as it seemed, he couldn't find the strength to dispute their decision.

  "Feeling better now?" Jay's question held the same amusement Cole heard in Rusty's laugh.

  Cole looked at the other man. "Never better." He closed his eyes despite Rusty's order to keep them open and let his head rest on Rusty's shoulder as his breathing slowly returned to normal. He had a sneaky suspicion no other part of him would ever be normal again.

  "Good, because we aren't done." Rusty's breath against the side of Cole's neck sent icy shards of desire spiking through him. "Jay still has on all his clothes."

  "So do you." Cole ground his back against Rusty's cock. He felt it stretching long and thick through the man's jeans. If only he were a little shorter, Cole could feel that length pushing at the crevice of his bare ass. His anus puckered, need causing it to spasm.

  Rusty's hands latched onto Cole's hips, stopping his movement. "We'll worry about me in a minute. Undress Jay."

  Cole didn't hesitate. He made quick work of Jay's shirt, freeing the buttons and pushing the material aside and then, yes, he touched his bare flesh. He splayed his hands on Jay's chest, eased them down in a pressured caress to absorb every firm angle and gorgeous line.

  "I've dreamt of touching you this way," he whispered, too far gone to care how much of himself he revealed anymore. "At first, it was always Rusty." He felt Rusty still behind him, the man's hands on Cole's hips gripping tighter until fingers bit into flesh. He even thought he felt the other man's heart pound against his back. He sure as hell wondered how neither man heard his own heart the way it pounded so viciously in his chest. "Then I met you. I tried to forget you, forget Rusty. I couldn't. Both of you haunted me. Night or day, I couldn't stop the want, couldn't quench the need."

  His perusal of Jay's chest and stomach led him to the man's waist where Cole's fingers actually shook in his haste to unfasten the button, pull down the zipper. He couldn't wait to touch, couldn't wait to curl his fingers around Jay's cock. He abandoned his act of removing Jay's pants and drove his hand inside.

  Both men groaned as Cole's hand closed around Jay's shaft, the thick meat pulsing in his palm. The riot of sensations at the touch sent Cole spiraling through a tornado of ecstasy.

  "Jesus," Jay gasped even as Cole felt a hand close around the wrist that held Jay's cock. The hand turned to a vise on Cole's wrist.

  "I said undress him, not jerk him off." Rusty's tone sounded as firm as his hold felt. He pulled Cole's hand back, his fingers applying a pressure that forced Cole to release Jay's cock or risk hurting the man.

  Frustration spiked and Cole wrenched his hand from Rusty's grasp. "What? I don't get to touch? Who put you in charge?"

  "We're in charge," Jay corrected, the words tight with arousal. He enjoyed having Cole's hand on his cock, but again he obviously put his own pleasure on hold for Cole. Only Cole wasn't getting his needs met this time. "As for who put us in charge, you did when you gave yourself over to us tonight."

  "You'll do as we say and ask for permission to do anything else."

  Bullshit! The expletive sprang to the tip of his tongue, but Cole couldn't seem to speak it. He opened his mouth, closed it again, swallowed, and found himself nodding rather than giving into the desire to argue. It wasn't the desire to protest that gripped him the strongest, but this alien need to obey. What the hell?

  "Finish undressing him," Rusty commanded.

  Cole gripped the sides of Jay's jeans, catching the man's briefs in the process and yanking both down his toned thighs. Rusty's hold on his waist kept him from sinking to his knees, so he bent at the waist instead, noting when Jay took a half step back to give Cole room. Jay's cock grazed Cole's cheek as Cole bent far enough to push Jay's pants to his ankles around his cowboy boots. Cole swallowed the urge to take Jay's dick in his mouth.

  He started to straighten, but a firm pressure to the small of his back held him in place. Rusty's hand cruised over Cole's ass, the man's calloused palm circling first one cheek and then the other. The hard slap of palm connecting with tender flesh a half a second later had Cole crying out in both surprise and pain.

  "Fuck! Rusty, you sonuvabitch." He ground the words even as Rusty's hand came down on his other cheek. The sting rocketed through him, hardening his cock and tightening his balls. It hurt, but the pain felt erotic, arousing him even as it spiked his anger. There should've been embarrassment, too. He was a cowboy, a friggin' grown man! Yet this man spanked him like an unruly child.

  "That's for touching Jay when you weren't given permission to do so." Rusty's words flittered through the haze of confusion wreaking havoc in Cole's mind and body. Rusty's finger slipped between Cole's stinging cheeks, instantly finding home. It moved over the outer rim of Cole's back entrance, and Cole's muscles tensed. A hand delved into his hair, and then Jay's face came into view as Jay knelt before him.

  "It's okay to like it," Jay told him softly. "You don't have to be embarrassed. Don't fight it and it will be much easier."

  "What are you doing to me?" Cole couldn't sort out the emotions traveling through him. His mind rebelled against everything he knew even as his body hummed for more. Rusty's finger dipped inside Cole's anus, a slow intrusion that stretched the tenderly taut muscles and started the burn.

  "We're breaking the Duvall curse." Rusty wiggled his finger, eliciting the need for Cole to move with it, but Rusty's hand on the small of his back held him in place.

  "We're showing you how a man, or in this case, two, can satisfy your needs so completely you will never feel the urge to stray from us, never need to fear hurting us because you'll never want for anything." Jay's hand toyed with Cole's hair. It felt so good, so sweet and gentle Cole's eyes started to close. Then Rusty's finger plunged all the way inside his anus, and he gasped from the deep burn. "We will give it all to you."

  "By controlling me?" Cole managed to ask. "I'm not some fairy dog who'll ask how high every time you say jump."

  "No, you're a gorgeous man whom we both love that will obey our orders in bed." Jay glanced around, a smirk tilting his lips. "Or wherever we decide to fuck you, because you crave submission. You need a break from being in charge, Cole. You need time to let yourself go in the hands of men who you can trust, who love you the way Rusty and I do."

  Cole listened to every word, a part of him balking at the idea of what Jay said even as the largest part of him recognized it for the truth. Rusty's finger withdrew from his ass, and he groaned. Cole's eyes grew wide from a fear Rusty would stop. Then two fingers plunged inside his tight hole, and he cried out again, his eyes opening wider this time from the force of the pressure and the sensation of being filled so completely.

  "We'll give you one chance to stop this, one chance to walk away." Rusty pulled his fingers free again, this time gripping Cole's waist and urging him to stand straight.

  Cole breathed fast. His heart hammered. His mind reeled. His ass ached, not with the pain of Rusty's fingers as they'd stretched his entrance, but with the absence of the attention. His cock throbbed, fully erect once more and jutting out from his body as pleading for Jay's mouth again.

  Rusty reached around him, cupped the side of his face and turned Cole to face him. "Tell us now, and you can put your clothes back on and ride away." He gulped and Cole saw the glint of tears in the man's chocolate eyes. "But know before you say anything that I love you, we love you. Sex with Jay and me won't always be this game of dominance and submission, but we feel you need the release sometimes. We believe it might be the thing the men in your family have looked for all these years, but couldn’t find it because they didn't know."

  "And what if I want it to always be this way?" Cole asked, unable to stop himself now that he stared Rusty's love straight on and felt the echo of that emotion coming from Jay before him. They were right. He could feel it, understood it, and knew now why he suddenly felt so content with these men. They gave him what he needed, what no other man ever gave him, feeding a desire so deep he hadn't
known it to be there before tonight.

  Rusty's lips curved into a devilishly sexy smile. "Then you'll have it, my love." Rusty kissed him, his tongue making love to Cole's mouth in sensuous strokes that broke through any last resistance or doubt Cole might have harbored. He pulled away slowly, leaving his moisture on Cole's lips for Cole to taste. "Drop to your hands and knees."

  Cole fell to his hands and knees on the ground between Rusty and Jay. He looked back over his shoulder and watched as Rusty unfastened his jeans and pushed them to his ankles. He didn't wear briefs. A small bottle of lube seemed to materialize out of nowhere in his hand, and he squirted it on three fingers. Cole's gaze took in Rusty's cock, stupendously long and gloriously thick, and he swallowed the urge to start begging.

  Rusty dropped to his knees, one hand spreading Cole's ass cheeks apart while the other drove three lubed fingers into Cole's ass. Cole clinched his teeth together over the burn that flamed the inner walls of his anus.

  "Breathe, babe," Jay said softly. "He's big. Trust me, you'll want him to prepare you."

  Cole turned his head and tipped it back to find Jay standing before him, gazing down at him with pure love and primal desire in his river blue eyes. Cole breathed, slow and even, as Rusty worked his ass, stretching him to accept Rusty's cock. Then Rusty pulled his fingers free and, without warning or hesitance, drove his dick all the way inside.

  "Sonuvabitch!" Cole screamed, nearly bucking off the ground as Rusty's mount sent him soaring. Pain quickly diverted to insurmountable pleasure and lights exploded in his vision. Rusty stopped, buried inside his anus to the hilt. The impossible girth and length of Rusty's cock filled Cole more than he'd ever dreamed he could take.

  "Relax, love," Rusty's words sounded tight from his obvious need to hold himself still. "It won't hurt as much if you relax. Jay took me tonight back at Masters High without any lube or prep."