Golden Dancer

by Tara Lain

  “Are you free Tuesday or Wednesday night, Henry?”

  The man’s eyes widened. “I could be.”

  “Whichever night you wish to come, just ask at the box office for tickets marked ‘Henry’ from me, and you will be able to see the performance.” Trelain finished signing the paper and handed it back to the man, who looked like he might pass out and was ignoring the ringing of anxious elevator users from other floors.

  Mac touched Henry’s arm. “Here’s a hint. Wednesday is Spectre of the Rose. You’ll get to see Trelain the most in that.”

  The man beamed. “Thank you, sir. Wednesday, it is. I can’t thank you for your kindness, Mr. Medveyev.”

  Trelain smiled again. “You already have.”

  Okay, enough fandom. Time to fuck! Mac pushed the other two men off the elevator as politely as horniness permitted, leaving Henry beaming after them ecstatically. How fast could they get to the bed? At the entrance to the penthouse suite, he shoved the key card in and held the door open while Daniel pushed Trelain into the entry of the huge suite.

  Inside, Mac slammed the door and Daniel slammed Trelain against it, pushing his body tight against the smaller man, making out-of-control whimpering noises as he kissed him. Needing to be useful, Mac knelt and pulled off Trelain’s sneakers, then reached between the two men’s bodies and unfastened the fly and snap of the dancer’s jeans. Daniel got the idea. He moved his hips back and began pulling the right side of Trelain’s jeans and tights down while Mac pulled the left. Between them, they had the tight denim and Lycra around Trelain’s knees pretty quickly. Mac tapped the dancer to step out of them while he pulled the tights off his feet. Success. The long, thicker-than-you’d-think cock stuck straight up, trapped now against Daniel’s writhing body.

  Might as well strip himself. Mac pulled off his own cargoes and shirt, but they were still in the entry hall, so there was no place to stash them except a table holding a vase of flowers.

  “Hey, Daniel, c’mon. We gotta get to the bed.” He pulled at the big man’s arm. Daniel stepped back, took one look at Mac’s bare ass, and got a lot more interested in moving fast. He picked up Trelain. Shit, the man was going to forget how to walk. Mac led the way, and they headed for the larger of the suite’s two bedrooms. Mac got there first and pulled some lube out of the pants he carried over his arm. He stared at it. What would it feel like to be the receiver? He couldn’t stop thinking about it, ever since he’d watched Daniel bottom for Trelain. Funny, he’d thought of the one getting fucked as kind of a girlie thing until he watched that big, dominant man loving being the bottom. Mac’s ass clenched a little in fear and a lot in excitement.

  “Quit staring at that thing, baby, and put it to use.” Mac glanced over his shoulder. Holy gorgeous! Trelain lay on his back on the bed, stripped naked, with his legs pulled up to the sides and cock waving. Time to salute that flag. Daniel was halfway through his own striptease, the muscles in his back and broad shoulders rippling. What had he ever done to deserve these two men? Mac swallowed noisily. “Uh, does one of you want to, uh, fuck me?”

  Silence. He’d take that as a no. Then Trelain hurled himself up off the mattress and threw his arms around Mac. “Oh, malysh, you want to feel us in you?”

  “Yeah, I think I do.”

  Daniel scooted across the bed and knelt so he was beside them. “Baby, we both want to fuck you, but we’re not exactly small. We need to get that ass of yours ready to take one of our cocks. How ’bout we work on it today and maybe do the deed tonight or tomorrow morning?”

  Mac grinned. “I might lose my nerve by then.”

  Trelain nuzzled him. “No, love, we’re going to make that hole of yours beg for it.”

  Daniel caressed his cheek. “And just to show you how much we love your offer, how about you fuck both me and Trelain today? We’ll both bottom for you.”

  Trelain raised an eyebrow. “It appears a lot more than sucking has gone on in my absence.”

  Shit, was Trelain jealous? And if so, of whom?

  Daniel kissed the golden neck. “Oh yes, sweetheart, I have been, shall we say, deeply initiated into the mysteries of Mac’s fantastic cock. He’s had that thing tickling my tonsils while I begged for more. Wait till you see it.”

  “Bugger, I can hardly wait.”

  Mac let out his breath. It seemed that swinging triple appealed to all of them.

  Daniel pulled Trelain back onto the big king-size bed. “We’ll both lie on our backs. That way we can see Mac and each other. Jesus, the idea makes me so hot, I could come.” He stuck out a hand to Mac, who still held the lube. “Give me some of that.”

  Mac pored liquid into Daniel’s big hand and then Trelain’s smaller one. Both men started lubing their own holes, shoving fingers in deep. Oh crap, that was hot! Daniel nodded toward Mac. “Put some in yourself, get used to your own fingers. Go on.”

  Mac put lube on his fingers and reached behind himself, feeling a little shy, though the other men were lying on their backs, legs raised wantonly, fingers plunging deep.

  Ooh, cool and slick, and it felt odd. So tight. He pulled his finger out and put more lube on it, kind of curious now, then shoved it back in. Shit. He hit something electric.

  Daniel chuckled. “That would be your prostate, baby. Have you never experimented with your fingers in your ass before?”

  Mac shrugged. “A little, mostly since I saw you two…” Damn, he was blushing again.

  Daniel scooted to the other side table. “I got a present for you back in Laguna. Hoped we might need it.” He pulled out a medium long plastic plug, wider than Mac’s finger.

  Trelain was writhing and moaning on his own fingers. “Will you blighters get that thing in and get his thing in me! Shit, while you two have been fucking like rabbits in Laguna, I’ve been bloody taking cold showers.”

  “Here, do the honors.” Daniel held out the plug to Trelain.

  That got the dancer’s attention. He squirmed around so, lying on his side, he slapped Mac’s ass. “Here, baby, show me that hole.” He lubed the plug. Oh man, he was going to put it in. Mac bent over a little and again got a smack from Trelain. “Spread it wide, sweetheart. Let me see what you’re offering.”

  Hiding his face in the covers, Mac reached back and spread his ass cheeks. For sure, being gay put you in a lot less dignified positions than being straight. Yeah, and a hell of a lot sexier. First, something slim worked its way in a little, then, crap, something much bigger. Oh yeah, it burned, but didn’t hurt.

  Trelain pushed farther. “Feel okay, Mac?”

  Mac nodded.

  Oh, Jeez, the plug slid in, then out, then in, then—okay it felt good, damned good. His breath came in gasps.

  He heard Daniel chuckle. “I think he likes it.”

  Mac realized he was pushing back onto the plug, but he couldn’t stop.

  Daniel leaned over and watched Mac’s ass as Trelain pressed the plug in. A bit odd to have his butt be center stage, but it felt too good to complain. “Stick it in good and tight, and let’s get him fucking.”

  Oh yeah, that was the best idea he’d heard. Trelain pushed, seating the plug deep in Mac’s ass, then scooting onto his back again and raising his legs wide on either side of his hips. The posture was obscene and the sexiest thing Mac had ever seen. The insane stimulation of the plug and the sheer eroticism of the picture in front of him kicked him in the ass. He just threw his body on top of Trelain.

  Daniel slipped a condom in his hand. “Here. You’ll need these since you’re going to fuck us both.”

  Oh crap! Mac slipped the condom on in one motion, fitted his cock to that waiting hole, and pushed. Oh God, Trelain’s body welcomed him as it always did. They were made for each other.

  “Oh God, bloody brilliant. I missed you so much, Mac. Oh, fuck me.” Mac loved it when he said that.

  Heaven. Hot, slick, squeezing his cock in all the right places. Perfect. He’d waited his whole life to find perfection. He rammed his hips into the waiting ass
, feeling Trelain’s legs wrap around him as he stared down into the beautiful face, half angel, half tempter. He loved this position. So much more intimate than doggy-style. He leaned down and captured the beautiful mouth, letting his tongue slide deep into that heat while his cock flamed like sweet fire in the dancer’s hole. He just wanted to fuck forever, until…

  There was a whisper in his ear. “My turn, sweetheart. You can’t imagine how beautiful you are fucking Trelain. Like some god of intercourse. I can see that big cock going into his hole, and it’s driving me nuts. I gotta have it. Please, baby, please.”

  Oh shit, nobody begged like Daniel. He pulled out of Trelain, grabbed a new condom from Daniel’s hand, and then stopped, staring at the picture before him. Both men lay on their backs, legs pulled up. Trelain’s hole still gaped from where his cock had been ramming, while Daniel’s was closed tight but glistening with lube. He moaned so deeply, it was almost a howl.

  He tore off the first condom, dropped it on the floor, and slipped on the second. Daniel pulled Trelain’s face toward him. “Watch, baby. See the big cock go in me.”

  “For fuck’s sake, hurry, Mac.”

  Mac took the order and pressed his body down on Daniel’s legs, pushing them back to his shoulders as he thrust the cock, now raging to come, into that tighter than tight ass. “Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap.” His butt swollen with the most perfect burn from the plug, and his cock squeezed into a space to die for, he hoped the moment never ended. Trelain was watching avidly, making whimpering noises and stroking his own cock. Mac thrust, pulled out, thrust. Each push in got a moan from Daniel and a whimper from Trelain. Mac had never felt so powerful. How could he be here? How could this perfection be his?

  He grabbed another condom from the waiting string lying on the bed, pulled out of Daniel, and plunged into Trelain. Crap, he loved this. He thrust hard into the dancer’s agile body, then pulled out, swapped condoms again, and pushed into Daniel. Both men were going nuts, almost as excited watching the other get fucked as getting hammered themselves.

  He plowed into Daniel’s ass. Trelain leaned over and licked the big, bobbing cock.

  “Holy shit, yes, baby.”

  Mac pistoned, supported on his arms, hips thrusting hard. Daniel rose up to meet every thrust while Trelain sucked. The smell of raw sex filled his nose. Hell, he swore he could see the smell, it was so thick. “Trelain, baby, your turn.”

  The dancer handed a condom to Mac as he rolled to his back and pulled back his legs. His ass glowed bright pink and was covered with lube. What a target. Mac pulled out of Daniel and shoved into Trelain.

  In and out from one to another. It was fun and a challenge, his whole body trembling from the strain of not coming, of focusing on giving these two men pleasure. He loved it. His cock sang from the incredible friction of two tight holes. Beyond description. Beyond imagining. Sweat poured down his forehead and dripped onto that golden glowing skin beneath him.

  He was buried deep in Trelain. So good. Too good. Oh crap, he was fucking two men. Burying his cock in their asses one after the other. Porno movies didn’t come close. Nothing had ever been this sexy. Oh shit. He reached for control, but heat swamped him. The smell of sex filled his head. Crap, crap, out of control. Had to come. Trelain. Yes. “Come with me, baby.” He thrust, Trelain moaned deeply, the butt plug burned, in, in, in. Flash, like lava up his spine. Trelain screamed and kept screaming as his perfect cock spewed cum. Daniel curled on all fours and licked the thick liquid from the golden chest like a cat with a bowl of milk. Sheee-it! Mac exploded, cum pouring out of him into the golden dancer’s exquisite, perfect, made-for-him ass as his body convulsed in wave after wave of ecstasy. Then, barely conscious, he watched Trelain reach for Daniel, who knelt up and thrust his leaking cock between those beautiful lips. Oh God, he could come all over again watching those cheeks sink in as the dancer sucked the big man into instant oblivion, and the taut throat worked as Trelain swallowed a load of Daniel’s cum.

  Mac fell forward onto Trelain’s warm body and felt Daniel sprawl across his back. Ruined. Perfection. Could anything else ever match it? The butt plug throbbed happily in his ass. He moaned. “Do we really have to get out of this bed and visit your mother?”

  Trelain moaned back. “Sorry, love. I promised Mum.”

  Jesus, that could be a whole different kind of pain in the ass.

  Chapter Twenty

  Elinor Graystill was not a pain in the ass. A paradox in the ass maybe. An enigma in the ass. Mac looked at the lovely, fiftyish woman, her dark gold hair perfectly smoothed into a simple chignon at the back of her neck. Trelain got the refinement of his perfect features from her, while his paler coloring must be an artifact of the long-dead Russian father.

  Their hostess occupied the head of the table. Daniel had been seated next to her on one

  side and a pretty young debutante-type girl on the other. Obviously, Mac’s mom hadn’t exaggerated. This girl was a new filly in what must be a stable of potential brides for Trelain. Trelain sat beside the girl, with Mac on his left. The slim dancer’s fingers played maddeningly with Mac’s thigh and fly under the table in what Mac knew was a cheeky rebellion against his mother’s determined blindness. Mac would have enjoyed it more if he wasn’t so hard, his suit pants were bursting. Yes, suit pants. He could barely believe it, but Daniel had dragged him to a tailor for an emergency fitting of a suit that would have cost Mac a month’s salary, maybe more. Had to admit, he looked good, and the thing fit so well, it was barely uncomfortable.

  Three other people completed the setting for eight—a cleric of some kind, Reverend Burnhart or Burnside, and a married couple, Mary and Aaron Something-or-other. All three seemed to have been in this position before, aka Trelain’s marriage market, and all seemed varying degrees of uncomfortable. The woman, Mary, an attractive brunette in her forties, seemed particularly sympathetic.

  She smiled at Mac. “How do you and Trelain know each other, Mac?”

  “I’m a reporter. I did a story on the company’s performance of Spectre of the Rose and met Trelain that way.”

  “So you’re an arts reporter?” It was a testament to the power of the suit that she only looked a tiny bit skeptical.

  “No, hard news, but I grew up around ballet, so I was a substitute for the usual guy.”

  They’d gotten to Mrs. Graystill’s home pretty late, thanks to a lot of fooling around in the shower, and they had rushed into dinner with no time for chitchat. Mac wasn’t sure what Trelain wanted everyone to know. This last remark got his mother’s attention. “How did you happen to grow up around ballet, Mr. MacAllister?”

  Trelain wasn’t grabbing him trying to shut him up, so he smiled. “Actually, I believe you know my parents. Devin MacAllister and Shauna Rendell.”

  She cocked her head and glanced at Daniel. She probably told herself Mac and Daniel were a couple, since she couldn’t admit Trelain was gay. Of course, having two men with Trelain must confuse the hell out of her at some level. But he hadn’t quite thought about her relationship with his parents. Would she be talking to Devin? Of course, Devin knew that Trelain was gay and—oh shit, this was all too complicated.

  After a brief hesitation, she smiled. “I adore your parents, Mr. MacAllister. They are fine, inspiring people.”

  “Then perhaps I can persuade you to call me Mac?” He hoped the grin was winning.

  Again there was a hairbreadth pause as her eyes flicked toward Trelain. The woman was nobody’s fool. She knew what her son was and just refused to accept it. “Of course, Mac.” She turned to Daniel. “Now please tell us of the marvelous acquisitions in your collection I’ve been reading about.” She turned to the girl. “Missy, Mr. Terrebone is one of the world’s great collectors of modern art. Pay close attention.”

  The girl looked so lost, she’d never catch up. But she had to get that the beautiful man beside her was far more interested in Mac and Daniel than he was in her. Trelain wouldn’t ever be rude, but he did ignore her pretty e
fficiently. Mac felt sorry for her and pissed at Trelain’s mother for putting the girl in such a position—to say nothing of her son.

  Daniel talked about some of the works of art in his collection, making a real effort to include Missy, and gearing his description toward her. By the end of the lecture, Missy beamed at him and was obviously ready to switch marriage partners. His kindness earned him some points with Mrs. Graystill.

  The husband of the couple, Aaron, charged into the conversation. “Hey, Dan, do you know anything about that art theft a half year or so ago? It had a name something about a dancer. I remember that. Did anyone ever find it?”

  Mac sipped some water to keep from laughing. No one called Daniel “Dan.” And what was he going to say? The billionaire didn’t blink. “I’ve read about that. Yes, it was called the Golden Dancer, a very unique and abstract piece of sculpture, quite old and unusual for its era, as I understand it. I haven’t read anything about it being recovered. Has anyone else?”

  Smooth. Very smooth. Only Mac would have noticed the slight pause before Daniel’s perfectly manufactured answer. Now, what was Mac going to do about it?

  * * *

  Shit, it was early. Mac opened an eye and realized there actually was light coming in around the thick curtains of the elegant bedroom. Trelain’s back pressed warm against his chest—and against his morning wood. And he thought he’d never fuck again. After returning from Trelain’s mom’s, the dancer had taken out his total frustration at his mother’s stubbornness by fucking Daniel and sucking Mac into literal oblivion. They’d all fallen into a deep sleep.

  But Daniel’s warmth was missing from Mac’s back. The guy was an early riser most days, but c’mon. It was Sunday, and maybe some serious Mac butt fucking was in the offing.

  Mac raised his head a little from the pillow and heard movement in the bathroom. The light went out around the door frame and the door opened softly. Mac started to make a joke about his massive erection, but there was something sneaky about Daniel’s quiet footsteps. He lowered his head and slowed his breathing.