by Jessie G.
“That’s beautiful, Chase.” Even that seemed too tame a description for not only Chase’s words, but the reverent tone he used. Kyle wondered about the man who inspired that feeling from Chase.
Chase blushed shyly and looked away. “I only met Master Saul this evening, but I see a lot of Master Ty in him. Protective, overly so, demanding, intrusive, loyal, seductive, intense. There will be no hiding, no privacy or secrets. If you let him in, you have to understand that neither of you will be the same again. If you let them in, I imagine the pair of them are going to blow your mind.”
“So, you don’t think they’re interested in just a scene with me?” Kyle needed to know he wasn’t reading more into what was happening.
Chase laughed softly. “Now you’re just asking questions you already know the answer to.”
Yes, he was, and it was time to find out what he could give and what he’d get in return. “You and Ty have an agreement? What’s that like?”
“What we have isn’t an agreement and I seriously doubt that man wants anything so flimsy either.” Chase frowned and looked around the room again. “Look deep, figure out what you really want and what you don’t, and find a way to express that to him. It’s not an agreement—it’s a promise to provide wants and needs, to push the boundaries and respect the hard limits. It’s mutual trust, because if you can give that much of yourself, you’ll get that much in return, and then you’ll both be vulnerable to each other.” Chase looked at the dance floor thoughtfully. “That’s between you and Master Saul. I get the sense that Javier is…”
When Chase didn’t continue, Kyle sighed. “Lost. Being held together by Saul.”
“Yes, and terrified. Not of Master Saul, but something.” Chase frowned again. “That worries me.”
It worried him too, but it didn’t change the fact that his body wanted both of them. “This is going to sound totally crazy...hell, it is totally crazy because I just met them...Saul makes me feel safe. Shit, Chase, it’s not like I live in fear or anything, so why should that be the first word I think of?”
“It’s not crazy and I’m glad. Only you know the why of it. That same feeling, in the midst of chaos, is how I came to be Master Ty’s. Don’t let go of it, even when it gets tested.” Chase glanced at the clock. “Three minutes, Kyle. I’ll be back.”
Between fans, Kyle looked over at the dance floor and felt his mouth go dry. Saul and Javier were directly in his line of sight, bumping and grinding and writhing all over each other in the most sensuous dance he’d ever witnessed. They moved effortlessly, their rolling hips a coordinated movement that clearly mimicked the give and take of sex. Ryder nudged his hand and he barely glanced down to sign, knew he didn’t smile for the camera that was stuck in his face, and frantically looked for Chase.
“We’re going to pose for some group photos…” Tex was talking, but he saw Chase approach, tossed his marker aside and followed him to the dance floor.
“I don’t know if I can be what they want,” Kyle admitted more to himself than to Chase.
Chase smiled and shook his head. “Master Saul will teach you everything you need to know.”
Somewhere behind him Tex was calling his name. Saul and Javier looked over immediately, their mutual expressions of want and welcome beckoning him forward. In that moment, he knew Saul was going to teach him things he’d never dreamed of.
CHAPTER 12
Kyle
Saul crooked his finger and Kyle’s feet were moving forward before he even thought to respond. Javier slithered close as he neared and circled him, their bodies brushing, and he felt the heavy beat of the music travel up his legs. Javier herded him toward Saul, who stopped dancing and waited until they were toe to toe.
“Is this your decision?” When Kyle nodded, Saul put a hand on his waist and turned him until he was facing Javier. Those deep, soulful eyes watched them closely, the want in them making his stomach flutter in anticipation. At the same time Saul pressed against his back and leaned down until warm lips teased his ear. “Dancing is just like making love. As my lover, you’ll follow the movements of my body against yours. Your body will rise to meet mine, writhing and arching into my touch, your hips rolling into the thrust of mine.”
Saul’s hips rolled forward, pressing impossibly close, so that he felt every inch of what promised to be an impressive erection. Kyle’s own responded accordingly, desperately seeking to maintain contact. Once their bodies were in tune, Saul whispered, “I watched you dancing before, getting lost in the music without a care for who was around you, who was touching you. You move beautifully.”
“Lucky for me, my body has smoother moves than my mouth.”
Strong fingers gripped his jaw and turned his head until Saul’s mouth was a breath from his. There was a split second when their gazes connected, a brief opportunity for him to object, before that harsh mouth covered his. He’d been kissed hundreds of times, some better than others, but never quite like this. Like Saul had all the time in the world to work through his layers. It was equal parts gentle and coaxing, harsh and demanding, and left him clinging to Saul as his only lifeline in the storm.
Saul pulled back just enough to let him breathe and hummed in satisfaction. “Your mouth seems to work just fine.”
It took a minute for Kyle to understand and could only laugh. If Saul was going to pretend he hadn’t sounded like a bumbling idiot, he was happy to play along. “Yours does too.”
With one last tug on his lower lip, Saul glanced toward Javier. “Look at how turned on Javi is from watching us.”
Kyle shivered as the words whispered across his flesh and Saul’s hand drifted down until it was encircling his throat. Free to look, Kyle turned to watch Javier’s approach and felt that hand around his throat tighten just enough to be felt without choking. Another arm circled his waist, effectively pinning him to Saul’s body as they moved together. The look in Javier’s eyes was feral as he closed the distance until Kyle could feel the sensuous slide of their bodies. He reached back, desperate to do something with his hands, and gripped Saul’s hips. Javier looked down, smiled, and pressed closer so that every hip roll made their cocks rub together. When Javier placed his own arms around Saul’s neck, Kyle was effectively sandwiched between two of the hottest men he’d ever seen.
Javier’s face was an inch from his, close enough to kiss, to feel the warmth of each breath across his cheek and it was driving him insane. It didn’t help that Saul’s own continued to tease his ear. “Breathe with us before you pass out.”
Was that what the heavy feeling in his chest was? Lack of oxygen? He struggled to drag in some much needed air and found it impossible. “It’s too much…”
“It’s not. We’re just dancing. No one’s going to hurt you.”
“I never thought that,” Kyle was quick to assure. Saul had an intimidating presence about him and Kyle imagined most people gave him a wide berth. Probably that was the way Saul wanted it, but he got the feeling Saul wouldn’t want that kind of fear from a lover. Not that they were lovers, but a guy could hope, right? If he didn’t pass out from lack of oxygen. “I want…”
“What, Pup, what do you want?” Kyle shook his head, not knowing how to begin answering Saul’s question. The list of wants grew with every passing second surrounded by these two men. “Kyle, you have to breathe.”
“I’m...I don’t know how.” Of course Saul laughed; it was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever said. Probably the most ridiculous thing in the history of the world. He was college educated, a friggin’ brand, a thriving business entity who had his brains scrambled by an overdose of testosterone. “I’m trying.”
“Feel my chest behind you,” Saul instructed, pressing even closer. It didn’t escape his notice that Saul didn’t loosen the hand at his throat. Saul knew he wasn’t choking him and wouldn’t give him that illusion to hide behind. “Javi’s chest in front of you,” Saul continued as Javier pressed in. “Feel the rise and fall of each breath. Can you feel it?”
“I feel it.” Oh, shit, did he feel it. The perfect sync, the rise and fall, the in and out, and his body tuned, adjusted and he couldn’t hide the shudder of awareness if he wanted to.
“Yes, Pup, you feel it so good, don’t you? Move with us, breathe with us, we’ve got you now.”
“Don’t let go,” Kyle whimpered and didn’t care if it sounded like begging.
Javier’s eyes flashed to his, then up and Kyle could feel Saul smile again. “We won’t let go.”
A commotion at the edge of the dance floor caught his eye and he saw Tex arguing with one of the bouncers. Alarm shot through him and his focus wavered, making his movements uncoordinated and awkward. The scene wasn’t like Tex; he’d more than fulfilled his obligation and his time was his own. And why were the bouncers stopping him from coming on to the dance floor anyway? It wasn’t restricted.
Javier gripped his chin, forcing them eye to eye while blocking his view of the commotion. “Saul made sure you wouldn’t be bothered by work again tonight. Now the only thing that can stand in the way of you being with us is you.”
Did they think he was going to change his mind? While Kyle was still uncertain what they wanted from him, his mind and body were in firm agreement. Before morning he would be screaming their names, hopefully more than once. After that he’d just have to see. Then he remembered what Javier said at the table about Saul speaking on his behalf. Yes, it was presumptuous of Saul to shield him from Tex, but it didn’t change the fact that he was grateful. It should have been a dangerous precedent, allowing Saul to control anything, and Kyle feared his secret longing to have someone care about his well-being was clouding his judgment.
When they got back to the table he’d point out that he was a grown man, one who’d been on his own a long time, and while he appreciated the effort, he could take care of himself. Right now, with them both rubbing all over him, making his cock throb in time with the music, it just didn’t seem that important.
“Don’t make me come again,” he begged when they both pressed open-mouthed kisses to his neck. Despite the plea, Kyle dropped his head back against Saul, giving them as much access as they wanted.
“Did you come yesterday in the café, Pup?” Saul whispered before taking the lobe of his ear between sharp teeth.
“Yes, fuck.” Only an hour ago he’d been a little insulted by Javier’s teasing puppy reference. Now here he was getting a zing of pleasure every time Saul called him pup. What the hell were they doing to him?
“We like how your body responds to ours.” Javier suckled his neck, raising a mark to match the one Saul was working on the other side.
“It’s fucking crazy how my body responds to yours.” There was a subtle shift in both men, an alert tensing that made him long to take the words back. Whatever the hell he just said revealed too much. Javier feathered long fingers through his hair, drawing his gaze. In contrast, Saul’s fingers dug into his hips. The different reactions felt like a physical representation of the two men caging him. One tender and gentle, the other not so much.
A pause in the music slowed their movements and the DJ’s voice boomed through the speakers. Not that Kyle could focus on anything other than the way Saul’s mouth was working over the shell of his ear like it was his favorite meal. Warm and content in the cocoon of their bodies, it was devastating when Javier stepped back. “Are we stopping?”
“For a little while.” Javier once again reached out to feather his hair and Kyle realized he was trying to comfort him. It was nice, but what signal was he sending that Javier kept doing it? With obvious reluctance, Saul released his body only to grip his hand, keeping them anchored together. With his free hand on Javier’s back, Saul guided them both back to the table where Chase was already setting out fresh drinks.
The little shit was grinning like a fool. “Sir, that was the hottest thing I’ve seen happen on the dance floor.”
“The night is still young,” Saul teased as they settled into the booth. Kyle watched curiously as Saul settled back and made room for Javier to nestle against his side. There was something very...automatic...about it. He couldn’t call it endearing or romantic because it just seemed mechanical, like they’d been doing it for so long that it had lost its meaning.
“Something wrong?” Saul tugged on his hand, pulling him closer. He really liked the feel of that big, warm hand surrounding his and liked it even more when Saul bought his hand up to nip at his fingertips. “You’re frowning.”
“Was I?” Kyle watched in fascination as his finger disappeared into warm, wet heat. Saul’s tongue swirled around it, pulling it in. What could that mouth do to his body? “You have a really amazing mouth.”
Saul’s grin was pure temptation and Kyle whimpered under its promise. Slowly Saul pulled back until his finger was released. Just when he would have whimpered again at the loss, that talented tongue flicked over the tip. Had anyone blown his mind by sucking on his fingers? “Are you imagining how it will feel when it’s your cock instead of your fingers?”
“I have a really vivid imagination. Like in full color with fast forward and rewind...and pause. Pause is my favorite.” The visual of his finger sliding out of Saul’s mouth, wet from being sucked on, was going to be on permanent pause for a while. Just remembering the feel of it was going to make for many awesome hands-on sessions.
After a gentle kiss on the very tip of his tortured finger, Saul guided his hand down until it was tucked between muscular legs. Those dark eyes never left his as Saul deliberately placed Kyle’s palm over his bulge, then pressed his legs together to keep Kyle’s hand snugly in place. Just when Kyle didn’t think it could get any hotter, Saul dipped a finger of his now freed hand in his drink and offered it to him. Reciprocation, he was a huge fan of it. Huge! Without hesitation, Kyle sucked Saul’s finger all the way down before any drops could be lost.
There was again that sense that Saul had all the time in the world to play with him. His movements were leisurely and seductive, drawing out each sensation, letting him wallow in every feeling. Even on shoots that took hours and days, there was a sense of urgency to be finished. With Saul, Kyle wanted nothing more than to lay himself bare and let the man enjoy his feast for however long he wanted. “We could spend all night feeding your imagination.”
“It might not be enough.” Kyle sighed dramatically and batted his lashes. “I’m very needy when it comes to feeding my imagination.”
Saul’s sexy grin only grew at his antics. Continuing that leisurely tease, Saul once again dipped his finger in his drink but didn’t offer it, just swirled it around while he watched in anticipation. “I would be less than a man if I didn’t meet all of your needs, Pup. Tell me, how long do you think it will take?”
A lifetime. Shocked by the thought, Kyle struggled to maintain the teasing banter. “Hours and hours, days maybe, but...I wouldn’t want to overstay my welcome…”
“You won’t be!” Javier blurted out, drawing both their gazes.
With a quick squeeze of the package nestled in his palm, Kyle leaned close to share a conspiratorial whisper with Javier. “Imagine how crazy we could make him together.”
Anticipation pushed out the ever present fear as Javier leaned in to meet him, their faces only inches apart. In fact, they were at just the right height to see how sensitive Saul’s nipples were. “We could?”
“Oh yeah, Javi. You and me tag teaming the man in charge? I’d love to chase your tongue all over his body, every inch. Will you let me?” Javier looked like he was going to hyperventilate over the idea and Kyle wanted to blow his mind a little. Grasping Saul’s wrist, he pulled that teasing finger from the icy liquid and offered it to Javier. There was a moment of hesitation before Javier’s tongue appeared. Kyle watched as he lapped up, catching a single drop, and was on him before he thought better of it, taking that delicious finger and Javier’s tongue in his mouth, suckling until they all groaned.
“Do you know what happens to pups who tease?” Saul’s d
eep voice rumbled through them. Huddled together in the booth, that feeling of being cocooned in warmth and safety had him inching forward.
“What happens?” Kyle continued whispering to Javier, enjoying the game more than he probably should.
“They get punished.” Javier didn’t look afraid as much as cautious, like he wasn’t sure how Kyle would take that.
“Then I vote for teasing him a lot.”
With less caution and more interest, Javier asked, “You...you want to get punished?”
Kyle looked up and caught the same interest in Saul’s gaze. Honestly, weren’t they in a leather club? Did they think he was a total newb? “I bet you know exactly how to punish me, don’t you?”
“I do know exactly how to punish you.” Saul slipped the hand they’d been teasing over his ass and squeezed. Like the hand at his throat earlier it wasn’t enough to make him squirm, but more than enough to make its presence known. “It’s not what I prefer though.”
Huh, was this Dom saying he didn’t want to beat him? “So you’re not into all that BDSM stuff?”
Saul laughed outright. Even Javier chuckled a little bit. Apparently he was more of a newb than he thought. Finally Saul got his amusement under control enough to say, “Look toward the public room. See the couple at the cross?”
“Yeah?”
“Tory did nothing wrong, he didn’t earn a punishment. He’s stepping up to that cross because he loves the pain, needs it, craves it...from his Master. What happens now is strictly for their pleasure, because giving and receiving pain brings them pleasure.” Saul paused as they all watched Clay secure Tory to the cross. “Look at the reverence on Tory’s face—the love, desire and trust. In this moment Tory trusts that Clay knows exactly what he needs, that he’ll never damage him, so that he can place himself in those capable hands and let go. It’s freedom.”
