What Happens in Vegas (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting ManLove)

by Taylor Brooks

  “No thanks. Should I sit?”

  “Please.” Darren motioned toward the couch. “Wherever you feel comfortable.”

  He sat down and waited while Darren sat in the chair across the room. “So…small world, huh?”

  “And then some.” Darren smirked.

  “I gotta be honest. I’m a little nervous. As it was I was surprised to see Ryan yesterday. Getting a call from you…Well, like I said I’m a little nervous.”

  “Don’t be. Unless…you’re not happy to see me.”

  Michael shook his head. “Are you crazy? I’ve thought of you two so much in the past month. I had hoped, but I never thought I’d actually run into you again.”

  “But you did.” Darren quirked his brow.

  “Yeah. I did. Now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?”

  “That seems like a rather foolish question, don’t you think?”

  Michael shrugged. “Not really. I followed yours and Ryan’s lead last time.”

  “Yeah? From the way things went I would have thought you to be a pro.” Darren shook his head. “Wait. Not a pro. I mean. Well, not like that. Shit. I wasn’t insinuating you were a prostitute or anything like that. I’m sorry. I guess I’m a little nervous, too.”

  “It’s okay. That night, it was my first time with a man in a very long time. And my first night with two men, ever,” Michael admitted.

  “Well, whether it’s okay or not, my nerves feel frazzled. Are you sure you don’t want a drink?” Darren asked while getting up and heading toward the kitchen.

  Michael got up and followed him into the kitchen. “It’s only nine o’clock in the morning, you know.”

  Darren set a shot glass down on the kitchen counter and gave him wicked grin. “And…? Sorry, but I seem to do a little better with liquid courage on my side.”

  Darren pulled a bottle of vodka from the cupboard and was about to unscrew the cap when Michael took it from him. “Maybe I want you completely sober for this so you don’t forget a single thing.”

  Michael stared intently at him, waiting for a response. Silence filled the room as he got a better look at the chocolate swirls of Darren’s irises. His jet-black hair lay neatly on his head, perfectly framing his face and reminding Michael that it had been Darren who had first caught his eye that night.

  In a sudden rush, Darren closed the distance between them and pressed him against the countertop. Michael wrapped his arms around Darren, allowing his hands to wander the peaks and valleys of his perfectly toned body.

  He could feel his cock swelling in his jeans as Darren’s tongue explored his mouth and awakened his libido. Darren dropped his hand between their bodies and began rubbing at his growing hardness. The past weeks of wishing and hoping had come down to the best business decision he ever made.

  Darren’s urgent hands hurriedly fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans.

  “Oh, God…Please don’t stop.” Michael bit on his lower lip and dropped his head back when he felt Darren’s fingers slide into his boxers. His long strong fingers felt like silk against his dick.

  “Tell me you want to fuck me,” Darren whispered.

  Michael’s mind was racing. He opened his eyes and looked around the kitchen. How many times had he wished for this moment? The only thing missing was Ryan, and he had every intention of making that fantasy come true soon enough.

  “I want to fuck you,” Michael answered, giving his seducer exactly what he’d asked for.

  “I bet you’d love it if I got down on my knees and took your cock in my mouth right now.”

  “God yes!” Michael shouted.

  Michael was already close to his breaking point. He had no idea why, but he couldn’t resist either of these men. They knew how to turn him on and give him exactly what he needed.

  Michael pushed his jeans down his thighs and grasped his cock in his hand. “Suck me, Darren. Just like you did that night.”

  Darren’s mouth quirked up in the corners, and for a moment Michael thought he saw a naughty minx.

  His cock was throbbing painfully, and Darren had worked him to the point of near climax with barely a touch. He willed himself to hold on a little longer. He wouldn’t fall yet. Not until he felt that sweet mouth fucking him.

  Darren slid down to his knees, his chocolate-brown eyes looking up at him the entire time. Darren’s hot breath washed across the taut skin of his cock right before closing his lips over the head and taking the entire length to the back of his throat.

  Michael threw his head back and pressed his body against the counter. He looked up at the ceiling as Darren’s head bobbed up and down while sucking him off.

  This was what he’d dreamt about so many sleepless nights these past weeks. The only difference was they were short one man in this scenario.

  Darren worked his cock into submission. For a fleeting moment his thoughts went to Ryan and what he would think if he walked in and found them here like this. Would he join in? Would he stand and watch while jerking himself off? The ideas only turned him on all the more.

  Michael moans became louder. Darren’s mouth felt so damn good. He continued to bite his lower lip to keep from screaming some sort of animalistic sound which might have caused all the neighbors to call 9-1-1.

  Darren’s head continued to bob up and down on his cock. He’d look up at Michael every minute or so before dropping his head down again while licking the tip of his cock. Swirling it around in a circle, he drew him in like a predator with its prey.

  He had no idea how long the agony of pleasure went on, but Darren abruptly released his cock from his mouth and stood up. Michael could smell the scent of his own cock on Darren’s breath. God help him. He couldn’t deny Darren and Ryan anything they wanted in Vegas, and it would seem only time made his urge to please them even stronger.

  “I want you to fuck me. Just like you did that night. Hard and fast,” Darren whispered, his request all but pleading with Michael.

  “Yeah? You liked that, did ya?” Michael taunted him, loving the neediness he saw in him.

  Darren darted his tongue out and swiped it along Michael’s lower lip. “You know that I did.” Leaning in closer, Darren continued. “You made me come so hard. I thought I would die it felt so good.”

  “I want you on the bed, on all fours, so I can fuck the ever-loving shit out of you,” Michael told him.

  Michael no longer felt like a man lost in his fantasies. He felt like a man in control of them. For the first time since that night he felt like his body was in tune with his mind.

  He was primed and ready to fuck Darren just like he’d asked. He still had no idea what Ryan would think of them doing so, but he would work on seducing the other half of this dynamic duo later.

  Darren gave him the boost in stamina he needed to go after exactly what he wanted. He felt empowered and willing to do whatever it took to make the utopia he had envisioned with Ryan and Darren become a reality for them all.

  Darren crushed his lips against Michael’s for an abrupt and passionate reminder of how good of a kisser he was. He stroked his tongue against Darren’s willingly, languishing in the taste and temptation of his kiss.

  Darren murmured into Michael’s ear. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

  “Show me the way,” Michael ordered him.

  Darren grabbed his hand and staggered back to the bedroom, trying not to stumble along the way as Michael fumbled with kicking off his jeans the rest of the way.

  Once inside, Michael spun Darren around and fused their mouths together just long enough for him to drink up a teasing taste of his own cock on Darren’s breath. His dick ached and he couldn’t wait to fill Darren’s tight hole.

  “Where’s the lube?” he asked.

  Darren lifted his finger and pointed toward the hall. “It’s in the top right drawer of the bathroom.”

  Michael sucked in Darren’s lower lip before pulling away. “When I get back in here, I expect you naked and ready to be fuc
ked.”

  Michael didn’t wait for an answer. He knew that Darren would do exactly what he told him to. He didn’t know how he knew it, but he did. He ran into the hall in search of the bathroom and found the lube right where Darren said it would be.

  He still couldn’t believe he was actually here with Darren. After this, he had every intention of paying a visit to Ryan as well. Whatever it took to seal the deal between them he would do. Now that he’d come this close, he had no intention of letting either of them go.

  His cock throbbed painfully and leaked in anticipation of fucking Darren as he flipped the cap off of the tube of lubricant. He could hear Darren undressing in the bedroom and the distinct sound of the mattress springs dipping beneath his weight as he crawled on the bed.

  Seconds later Michael returned to find Darren sitting on the bed in the position that he’d been told to be in. He sat on all fours, his body naked, his cock hard and waiting patiently for Michael to return. His thighs were spread wide as his ass jutted up in the air, and in the center sat the long seam, which was the only thing standing in Michael’s way.

  Michael’s heart thumped erratically in his chest. Breaths came in rapid succession as the promise of what was to come danced through his mind. He squirted a generous amount of jelly onto his cock. The abrupt coolness shocked him, but not enough to soften his hard-on. His body was on fire, his dick was hard as stone, and he was ready to fuck. Nothing and no one could stop him short of a tornado ripping through the house and separating them.

  Michael crawled onto the bed, stroking his cock and working himself between Darren’s legs. With the excess lubricant that coated his hand, Michael didn’t hesitate. He shoved three fingers in Darren’s ass.

  Darren’s arched his back, letting out a noise which bordered between pleasure and pain. The familiar clench of his ass muscles working against his fingers brought back memories of their one night together. It made him want Darren all the more.

  “Fuck me,” Darren moaned.

  It was obvious from his body language and his breathless whispers that Darren was ready. The more Michael worked his fingers inside his tiny hole, the more Darren’s hips rocked against his hand. The desperation he heard in Darren’s voice was something he might want to put to the test in the future, but not now. There would be time for experimentation another night, hopefully with all three of them together.

  If he was thinking with his head, he may have made Darren wait, prolonged his suffering until he was pleading for Michael to fuck him fast and hard. The problem was he wasn’t thinking. All he was doing was feeling, and right now all he wanted to do was feel the inside of Darren. He wanted to erase the last four weeks of wishing he was with them, and just feel good.

  Michael would set aside his desire to make Darren beg for him. Today was about them and what they shared. No games, no taunts or teases. This wasn’t just about fucking. They were going to be forming a bond that together they would share with Ryan.

  Michael pulled back and removed his fingers. He then grasped his cock and placed the head right at Darren’s puckered hole. He could feel the tiny muscles contracting at the entrance, almost daring him to enter.

  Michael didn’t hesitate for a moment. He thrust his hips forward and slid into Darren’s ass with ease.

  “Oh fuck!”

  “Yes!” Darren shouted in unison with Michael.

  A thousand tiny muscles pulsated around his cock. Darren’s ass felt so tight, so hot, so fucking luxurious that he could already feel himself climbing to the peak. He didn’t hold back one bit. He was buried balls deep in Darren’s ass as he fucked him hard just like they both wanted.

  Darren’s hips started to rock, moving with him until finally he was fucking Michael just as much as Michael was fucking him.

  “Ohh…God…Michael…” Darren whimpered.

  “Yeah. You like it like this, don’t you?” Michael slapped his ass. “Tell me you like it!”

  “Yes!” Darren screamed.

  He slapped his other cheek and shouted again. “Tell me. Tell me what you like!”

  “Goddd!” Darren shrieked. “When you fuck me! I love when you fuck me!”

  Michael slapped his ass once more while moving faster, pleased with Darren’s submission. He continued rocking and thrusting, pumping and pounding Darren’s ass. Increasing his pace until the entire bed squeaked and shook underneath them.

  Michael watched as Darren propped himself up on one hand and brought his right hand underneath him. “Rub your cock for me. I want you to jack off until you make yourself come!”

  Michael bit out the words, trying to hold on for a while longer as he waited for Darren to catch up. He then grabbed onto Darren’s hips to give himself more leverage. He held on as the bed shook relentlessly under the fierce way he was plowing Darren’s ass.

  He hadn’t expected it, but a sudden jolt shot through his body and took hold of him before he was able to top it.

  “I can’t hold on…I…Oh…fuck, baby!” Michael screamed as soon as his climax ripped through him.

  His body began to convulse, and his hips jolted with each spurt of cum that shot into Darren’s ass. He threw his head back and allowed the intoxicating wave of orgasm to flow through his body.

  Darren wasn’t far behind him. It was only a moment after he’d started to fall when Darren shouting something. He watched as spurts of cum shot out and onto the mattress while they both heaved for breaths that neither of them could seem to get enough of.

  In that moment, Michael felt a soothing warmth radiate within his heart. His time with Darren may have been short, but he felt something for this man. He felt something for Ryan. Hell, if he didn’t know any better he’d almost swear he was falling in love with them.

  Whatever it was he felt, and whatever was happening between him and Darren, Michael vowed to himself that he’d make Ryan see how good it could be. He had to. He couldn’t imagine a life without either one of them. They were too good together. They fit. It was almost like they were made for one another.

  Darren fell to his side and rolled over. Looking up at Michael he grinned. “So much for ‘What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.’”

  Michael laughed and fell beside him. He lifted Darren’s hand and laced their fingers together. “This could get complicated.”

  “It doesn’t have to.”

  “What do you mean? Isn’t it already?”

  “Maybe a little. But, I had a talk with someone who is surprisingly wise despite being a little smart-ass.”

  Michael chuckled. “Yeah, and what did this wise man say?”

  “In a nutshell? He basically said that just because it seems like it could or should be complicated or even wrong, that maybe…it doesn’t have to be.”

  “So, what? We just go to Ryan and convince him that we’re now living the three-way lifestyle?”

  Darren shrugged. “Better than living the freeway lifestyle.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I dunno. But it doesn’t sound as much fun as the three-way option.”

  Michael smirked. “Touché.”

  “The real question is, how do we convince Ryan that it could work?” Darren asked.

  Michael rolled over to face Darren. “You’ve known him longer than I have. Obviously. What do you think?”

  “Maybe you should…I don’t know…pay him a little visit and say hi.”

  “You mean like you say hi?” Michael motioned down toward his cock. “That was quite the hello you gave me in the kitchen.”

  “What can I say? I’m the hostess with the mostess.”

  “You’re a dork is what you are,” Michael teased.

  “Perhaps, but I do have a cute little hiney.”

  Michael chuckled and pulled him into an embrace. “That you do, baby. That you do.”

  Chapter Ten

  Ryan stepped off of the service elevator and walked down the short hallway toward his office. He was grinning from ear to ear reading the text message he’d
gotten from Darren. It was short and sweet, but offered him so much hope for what their future might entail.

  From what he could tell, Darren’s visit with Michael had gone well. Although he hadn’t gone into much detail other than saying he’d be joining them for dinner that night and Darren was making his famous vegetable lasagna.

  Ryan didn’t think he’d felt this giddy in months, probably since he first began dating Darren. It seemed odd to him that he was so in love with Darren, but couldn’t help but feel this pull with Michael that defied all logic.

  He’d considered calling Darren, just to snoop for more details of their morning meeting, but something told him to be patient and allow fate to take its course.

  He entered his office and sat down in his chair. There were no messages causing blinking lights on his phone, and his e-mail appeared to be fairly empty except for some of the usual midday reports.

  A knock at the door sounded, and he told them to enter without even looking up. He’d expected it to be one of the kitchen staff or some other non-important matter. When he heard the person enter, but didn’t hear them say anything he looked up from his screen to find Michael standing in the doorway.

  “Michael?” Ryan asked, surprised but happy to see him.

  “Hi there, stranger. How are you?”

  With an amused chuckle, Ryan answered, “I’m good. But I’d hardly think you could call us strangers.”

  “I suppose so.”

  Ryan leaned back in his chair and grinned. “Was there something you wanted to speak to me about?”

  “No. Not exactly.”

  “You sure? It kind of seems like you have something on your mind.”

  Michael closed the door behind him and leaned back against the door. “Oh, I have something on my mind all right.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Yep.”

  “Well, are you going to tell me? Or am I going to have to guess?”

  “I bet if you really put your mind to it you could figure it out.” Michael grinned.

  Ryan couldn’t help but smile in return. He was pretty sure his assumptions were correct, but a bit more tiptoeing around the subject seemed to be fun. It was a little playful flirting that seemed to be a lost art these days.