Darlings and Disorder for the Dom [Loving in Silver 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Lynn Stark

  Avery stared at it and licked his lips. He wanted to suck it again, but knew Colt had other plans for him. Scooting back along the man’s thighs he looked down to the heavy sac now exposed just ahead of the hem of the black leather micro-skirt Avery was wearing.

  “Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” Colt asked.

  Avery dragged his eyes from the man’s groin to his face. There was a wickedness there that caused his nipples to tighten and his cock to throb. Even so, he knew there was so much more to the man. Colt had proven himself to be multi-faceted. He was, to each of his lovers, just what they needed. He was master, lover, as well as friend. He was all of those things equally.

  To know he had almost thrown it all away because of a few unsubstantiated fears, Avery was grateful he had come to his senses. He doubted there were many men who could give him what Colt did. It wasn’t all about sex. Colt wanted him to explore himself. He wanted Avery to fully accept who he was and not be ashamed or afraid of it.

  “I was just admiring the view,” Avery said in a husky voice. He looked up at Colt, grinning. His lover smiled back at him, and then held out his arms. Avery all but fell onto the wide chest, thrilled how the hard cock beneath him pressed into his belly. “Everybody’s asleep. It’s been a long day. Maybe we should go to sleep, too.”

  Hands slid down his back to his ass. He liked that Colt’s hands weren’t all soft and squishy like some businessmen’s hands were. They were tough, callused, the hands of a working man. They made him shiver every time they wandered over his skin. Their touch made him ache for more.

  Colt chuckled. “Do you really want to sleep? I’m beginning to think it’s overrated. If you’re worried about waking them, we’ll go to your room.”

  Avery whimpered at that suggestion. He would love to see Colt in the big, frilly canopy bed with its crisp white sheets and ice-blue bedspread. “Can we?” he whispered, his gaze fixed on the other man’s handsome face.

  “Of course.”

  Five minutes later Avery got his wish. The raw masculinity of Colt stretched out on the purely feminine bedspread was almost too much for his inner circuits to handle. The sight of Colt, all muscles, tanned, and devastatingly handsome, made his tongue want to hang out as Avery panted.

  Getting control of himself Avery crawled up onto the bed, dropping kisses along legs lightly dusted with crisp black hair. He dragged the tip of his tongue along the inside of powerful thighs. He inhaled the man’s scent and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them he nuzzled the man’s sac, licking and kissing until he began leaving a wet trail upward. The tip of his tongue poked out again as he began tracing the twisting veins along Colt’s cock.

  Avery admired the man’s self-control. He would have come by now if the same things were being done to him. Hell, he would come if Colt licked his ankle. He giggled as he reached the wide, mushroom-shaped head of Colt’s cock. Grasping it by the base, he moved it into an upright position so he could suck at the slit, tasting the pearly droplets of pre-cum leaking from it. Salty, tangy, the flavors burst on his tongue. Moaning, he licked and sucked the tip before sliding his lips over the head and swallowing it whole.

  Strong fingers slid into the hair on either side of his head, holding Avery firmly as he began sliding his mouth down the length of Colt’s beautiful cock, taking as much of it as he could. Pleasure shivered over his skin as the fingers in his hair tightened enough to sting his scalp. His balls clenched and he took a deep breath through his nose as he forced his escalating excitement back down. He couldn’t come yet. Though Colt hadn’t said the words, Avery instinctively knew he was to control himself.

  That in itself excited him. Now he understood why Colt enjoyed being in control at all time. There was a surge of inner power as he suppressed his climax in order to give the other man his own pleasure. He would become anything Colt wanted him to be. In doing so he would increase his own pleasure.

  Rubbing his hands over strong, hair-covered thighs, Avery moaned as the crisp hairs tickled his palms. He began to squirm there as he straddled Colt’s legs. Taking the long cock as far into his throat as he could, he cupped the heavy sac and caressed gently.

  A moan of pleasure reached his ears. Strong fingers tightened in his hair. Avery gave a moan of his own and renewed his efforts to give Colt as much pleasure as he possibly could. Then his hair was being released and those strong hands gripped his upper arms as Colt levered himself slightly off the bed.

  A moment later he was reluctantly giving up his hold on the cock in his mouth. It slid free. He then found himself being dragged along the hard body until Colt could grasp the plug in his ass. After playing with it for a few seconds he pulled it free and tossed it aside.

  “Get a condom and lube.”

  Colt chuckled as Avery stretched, and stretched some more, trying to reach the drawer in the bedside table without having to leave his lover. Giggling, he snagged one with his fingertips. His eyebrows went up in surprise. It wasn’t one of his or Gilly’s. Obviously Colt had thought ahead and placed a supply in his room.

  Colt smiled as he returned to his upright position straddling narrow hips. “There are also some in the bathroom. Now, put it on me so we can enjoy what is left of the night.”

  He was all for that. Avery grinned and tore the foil wrapper. Then he was rolling it down the length of the man’s cock, giving it a loving squeeze before he scooted forward and lifted up so his ass was within reach. A gasp of pleasure left his lips as strong, lubed fingers began to slick his asshole. He closed his eyes as Colt worked his fingers in and around, making sure he was stretched sufficiently. Avery didn’t care. A little bite and burn just added to the fun.

  When a hand settled on his hip Avery raised up again until he felt the head of Colt’s cock pressing against the entrance to his body. The next few moments were thrilling as Colt claimed him, his cock sliding slowly into his dark, clinging channel as they stared into one another’s eyes.

  The connection never wavered as Avery began to ride Colt’s cock, gliding up and down its length, bottoming out and rocking before rising upward once more. The rhythm was set and they kept to it until Colt grasped his hips tightly and guided him while changing the angle of thrust. He began nailing Avery’s gland with every stroke, causing him to moan, expressing the pleasure winding through his body.

  He was close to coming. Avery’s body shook. The control he had been exerting over himself was beginning to come undone. His cock stretched and hardened. If he looked he knew the head would be an angry red. Pre-cum dripped from the tiny slit and onto Colt’s ripped abdomen. Inhaling he smelled their combined scents. It was another crack in his control as he thought of how special it was to him. No others could smell as they did when they made love.

  Colt jackknifed into a sitting position. Avery looped his arms around the man’s neck as Colt captured his mouth, kissing him fiercely for long, torturous moments. His aching cock and balls were trapped between their bodies. Colt’s cock was jammed as far up his ass it could go. Whimpering, he held on tightly as the older man rocked his world. Heat flashed over his skin. The cock in his ass turned to steel. He whimpered again, wanting more.

  When Colt released his mouth, he commanded in a rough voice. “You are not to come. You, my pet, will wait until I tell you that you may do so.”

  It was torture, pure and simple. Avery whimpered in distress and pulled back to look into those dark, mysterious eyes.

  Pet. Avery’s cock leaked even more cum as a thrill shot through him. Colt, who already treated him as if he were the most special person on Earth, was giving him something extra special.

  Biting his lip, he closed his eyes tightly. Taking deep breaths, he fought for control. Colt was wicked. He had known exactly what his words would do to him.

  When Avery was lifted suddenly, and Colt withdrew from his body, he almost panicked. His breath left his lungs in short, desperate bursts. Colt moved away, leaving him on his belly, his legs spread wide, his ass fully
exposed beneath the shoved-up hem of the skimpy, black leather skirt. It was a decadent, salacious position, leaving him feeling both exposed and provocative. Did his lover enjoy what he was seeing?

  “Stretch your arms above your head.”

  Avery did as he was told without questioning or hesitating. A moment later his wrists were locked within the rings of handcuffs. A moment after that his legs were spread even further, his ankles shackled in a similar manner.

  “You are beautiful,” Colt told him, his voice rough, passionate, possessive. “You are mine.”

  “Yes, I’m yours.”

  With his heart pounding in his chest he wondered what Colt would do next. He didn’t have to wait long to find out. A pillow was shoved under his pelvis just before Colt covered his body and shoved his cock back into his ass.

  After that everything between them was pleasure in its basest, rawest form. Colt took his body. He possessed it from the first moment and didn’t relinquish control. Avery was more than happy to give this part of himself to the other man. After all, Colt had given him the greatest gift and that was the freedom to be who he was.

  Whispered love words, and a command to come, sent Avery over the edge and into a fiery oblivion. He humped the pillow violently as his body jerked, his limbs pulling against the restraints. His asshole clenched around Colt’s cock. Seconds later his lover emptied himself in the depths of his dark channel. It clung to the hardening flesh, gripping the man’s flesh, until Avery was nearly faint with the wash of pleasure sweeping him away.

  Strong arms gathered him close once his arms and legs were free. One hand went to the lacings at the back of the skirt, loosening the strings until the skirt was able to be pulled free. Avery lay limply, a grin on his face, his eyes closed, as Colt proceeded to slip the shoes from his feet and rolled the stockings down his legs.

  Then Colt was leaning over him. The tip of his finger tapped his nose. “Happy, baby?”

  Avery sighed, a smile on his lips. He didn’t open his eyes. His body was so relaxed he didn’t know if he would ever be able to move again. “Yes, very happy. I don’t think I could be happier.”

  “I’m glad.” Warm lips touched his nose then moved across his cheekbone, before kissing along his jaw. “You are the sweetest man I have ever known.” Kisses down his throat made him shiver. His nipples hardened. The ring in the right one was tugged even as the other was sucked into a warm, wet mouth. His cock twitched. “I’m very happy you came back to be our love.”

  The door opened just then. Clarissa, Bliss, and a sleepy Gilly were standing there. “Did you do it yet?” Bliss asked, nearly bouncing with excitement.

  “Not yet.” There was annoyance in Colt’s deep voice, though it was tinged with amusement. Avery looked from them to him, frowning. “I was about to when the three of you decided to crash the party.”

  Clarissa and Bliss gave him their best pout. Gilly just looked confused as he rubbed his hand over his face and through his brown curls. “Can I go to bed yet? I have to get up in a couple of hours.”

  Bliss swatted at him as Avery grew more confused with each passing second. “No you can’t go to sleep. We want you to be here, too.”

  “Be here for what?” Avery looked back up at Colt and saw the resignation on his handsome face. “What are they talking about?”

  Colt left the bed. He walked around to the bedside table on the other side of the bed and opened the drawer. Their lovers came into the room, eagerness on their faces. Avery thought Bliss looked like she was about to burst with the building excitement.

  Colt took out a square black box and Avery sat up, scooting to the side of the bed. He gave Avery the box and suddenly his hands were shaking as he tried twice to open the lid. When he finally did so his breath caught in his throat. Inside was a black, leather collar imbedded with small pearls and diamonds. It was stunning. When he saw the single ring of gold he knew just what Colt wanted of him, what they could share together.

  “Will you wear it?”

  Nodding rapidly as tears filled his eyes, Avery held his breath as Colt unfastened the gold buckle and opened it so he could fasten it around Avery’s neck. Swallowing hard, he waited until the buckle was once again fastened. Lifting his hand he played with the ring in the center of the collar then ran his fingertips over the pearls and crystals.

  “How does it look?” he asked nervously, dropping his hand.

  His heart swelled as Colt smiled. The love in the man’s dark eyes couldn’t be mistaken for anything but what it was. “It’s beautiful, like you. Will you marry us, Avery? Commit yourself to us?”

  Avery nodded again as the tears began to run freely down his cheeks. His heart pounded in his chest and he was finding it difficult to breathe as he tried to gauge just how much his happiness had grown in the past few seconds.

  The only times he could compare the amount of happiness he was feeling at that moment, was when he and his brothers had played together in their grandparent’s garden. Those had been blissful moments he would always treasure.

  Now he was about to bind himself to four others. They meant as much to him in their own way as his brothers did. It wasn’t the same kind of love, of course, but it was still as wonderful, as strong. He could see it in their faces. They loved him. They were excited for him, as Colt gave him the gift which made him unique within their family.

  Scrambling to the edge of the bed he threw himself into Colt’s strong arms. He was pulled close and hugged tightly. The others rushed into the room to kiss and caress him. Well, Bliss and Clarissa had. When he looked Avery saw that poor Gilly was leaning against the door jamb, sound asleep.

  Giggling, he pointed. The others looked and soft laughter filled the room. Colt released him to go to the other man. Gilly walked along without waking as Colt took him to his own room. Avery, Clarissa, and Bliss followed, watching from the doorway as Gilly was tucked into bed.

  “The poor guy!” Avery exclaimed, feeling bad for the guy. “I’ll go in with him in the morning to see if I can help him.”

  “I think we should all go,” Bliss declared firmly. “He’ll need all the help he can get, if he wants the first day to be spectacular.”

  Gilly had been underplaying the importance of the opening day of Silver’s Chocolate Café. Angel had been a huge influence in what would be offered and served. He was a small storm of energy and ideas and Avery and the others were amused by how he got what he wanted, even though the chocolate shop was not his. He was turning out to be quite an effective manager and someone Gilly could trust with everything in the store but the menu. The two men still argued over it daily. But in the end they usually compromised, Gilly telling Angel to make up the menus weeks ahead so their goods could be rotated, new items replacing some which had been offered for a while. With Angel and Alex running the front, Gilly would be able to focus all his time on creating tempting chocolate delicacies.

  But they could all help out in the morning to help get everything running smoothly. He might not need their help, but he would get it. Avery grinned as they left the man sleeping in his room. Gilly was very capable and never seemed to worry. Still, helping him was what family did and they would see that the first day for Silver’s Chocolate café was a resounding success.

  Finding himself back in the bed in the master bedroom, Avery snuggled between Bliss and Colt. Slender hands tickled the skin of his hip. He smiled against Colt as he stilled her hand, pressing it to his body. Then he was sighing, very content, as he clasped hands with Clarissa over Colt’s flat stomach.

  * * * *

  Chaos reigned in his kitchen. Gilly stared at the people he loved more than life itself. They meant well, but they were slowing everything down. He had only managed to make four batches of chocolates, when he should have had the dozen finished for the display case. Angel and Alex were finished with the cupcakes and cookies and were now trying to help him finish the chocolates. Both men had become quite skilled in the kitchen and they could play catch-up easily if
he could only find some way of getting the others to leave. He didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, but there were just too many people attempting to do things they had no clue how to do.

  Throwing a helpless look at Colt, he silently begged for help. Colt had decided box assembly was something he could do and had placed himself away from the mess of chocolate, chocolate powder, and any other ingredient which could cling to him. Wise man.

  Colt nodded and moved toward the “assembly line” Clarissa, Bliss, and Avery had formed to individually wrap candies. “I believe we have helped Gilly get back on track this morning. It’s time to get out of his way. We’ll come back at seven for the grand opening. We certainly can’t miss that.”

  Gilly saw the frowns and the doubt. They looked around at the mess they had made in their attempt to help. They had helped. But they had also helped created the chaotic atmosphere which now filled the room.

  “Are you sure? Well, we should help clean up,” Clarissa said, her frown deepening. She started to step back up to begin cleaning.

  “No!” he exclaimed, and then flushed as he blushed at their confused expressions. He went to hug and kiss each. “I’m sure. It won’t take much more to finish up. We’ll get the last of the candies wrapped and boxed and clean up. Then I’ll help Angel get the hot chocolate started for the first customers.”

  “Everyone will want our delicious hot cocoa,” Angel declared smugly, crossing his arms across his chest.

  Gilly didn’t know what it was about the guy, but everything about Angel made you want to protect him, as well as give in to his every request. It was very difficult to say no and the menu and many other things in their café, as well as the name, were ideas the younger man had come up with.

  Once Colt had ushered their lovers through the back door, Gilly took a deep breath and looked around. Angel and Alex were already straightening up, moving quickly and efficiently. He nodded to himself and went back to the stove where he was blending chocolates.