Coop finished stripping and stood there watching them for a moment as he stroked his own cock. Yes, Todd had a fairly gorgeous ass, too. Especially watching the muscles in it bunch and flex as he slowly fucked Hunter’s mouth.
Coop grabbed Hunter’s ankles and picked up his legs, shoving them up and wide apart. From the happy moan Hunter let out, Coop was sure Hunter thought he was about to get fucked, but not quite.
Coop knelt there, his right hand on his own cock, his left wrapping around Hunter’s. Hunter let out another, louder moan, causing Todd to glance over his shoulder at what was going on.
“Fuck, yeah,” Todd whispered, briefly locking gazes with Coop and smiling at him before returning to what he’d been doing.
“Suck that cock, pup,” Coop ordered as he started stroking Hunter’s cock. “Don’t you dare come before I tell you to, either.”
Pinned down on the couch, Hunter was in heaven, at their mercy. It felt strange stroking another man’s cock while he stroked his own, but not a bad kind of strange. He’d had incidental contact with Hunter’s cock countless times in the course of play, or while topping him. But he’d never jerked him off before like this.
Something else to take his time with, he let Todd have fun and set the pace, Coop getting himself close to the edge and staying there, riding it, waiting for Todd to finish before he went any farther.
After a few minutes, he noticed Todd’s strokes getting faster, shorter, harder, one of the man’s tells he was about to come.
“All right, pup,” Coop said. “You can come.”
He started stroking his own cock harder and faster, exploding as Hunter frantically started rocking his hips back and forth, actively trying to fuck Coop’s hand before his juices mixed with Coop’s all over Hunter’s abs.
Todd recovered enough to get up off the couch. Coop used his fingers to mix the sticky, gooey load together, fingerpainting it all over Hunter’s stomach before reaching up to feed it to him. Over and over he scooped it up, Hunter’s lips closing over his fingers and his tongue sucking, working, trying to get every bit of it.
Between loads, Todd would lean in and deeply kiss Hunter, almost making Coop wish it was him Todd was kissing.
Something else to build up to. To Coop, that was an intimate act, almost as intimate as fucking or a blowjob.
One step at a time. One horny baby-step after another.
And Todd, only thirty-five, was already getting hard again.
Lucky bastard.
Coop slumped back onto his heels and lightly swatted Hunter on the bare ass. “Good boy. I think I’m going to head for bed now. The rest of your night is free to do what you want, and I think Todd has plans for you.”
A flicker of disappointment flashed across both men’s faces, Coop noticed, but they didn’t try to push him for more, or for him to join them.
“Thanks, man,” Todd said. “See you in the morning.”
Coop peeled himself off the couch. “Yep. Try not to wear him out too much tonight.”
Todd grinned. “He’ll be ready for whatever you want to dish out to him in the morning.”
Coop headed to the bedroom. A few minutes later, he heard the two men go into the guest room, but he noticed they didn’t close the bedroom door.
A silent and implied invitation, in case Coop decided he wanted to join them.
After a quick shower to rinse the sweat and dried cum off him, Coop headed to bed.
Across the hall, he heard Todd plowing Hunter’s ass in the guest bed.
Maybe I should have invited them to join me.
He closed his eyes. The mental image of lying there while Hunter blew him while getting his ass reamed by Todd came to him in crystal clarity.
His cock twitched.
Then a yawn distracted him.
Not tonight.
* * * *
Hunter held on for dear life. Todd had Hunter’s ankles over his shoulders and his arms pinned over his head as he fucked Hunter’s ass.
“Yeah, you’re in trouble now, dude,” Todd said. “I’ve blown two loads today, and with the condom, I can hold out for a little while.” He grinned down at him. “That was so fucking hot. I think in another couple of weeks we’re going to be able to make that fantasy of yours come true if this keeps up.”
Gawd, he hoped so! Being totally owned by his Master and his lover like that, with real cock at both ends, being used and fucked and filled? That would absolutely be a dream come true. He could show Coop how perfect it could be, that he wouldn’t need anyone but him and Todd to take care of him, in bed and out of it. He knew Todd would love a chance to swallow Coop’s cock, too.
Between their bodies, Hunter’s cock had inflated, the friction of skin against skin and the sensation of Todd’s cock hitting him in the sweet spot with every thrust doing the job.
Todd leaned in and kissed him, fucking his tongue into Hunter’s mouth. “Tasting his cum on you like that was hot. I thought earlier he was going to have you blow him while I was fucking you, and I damn near almost came just thinking about it.”
Todd’s green eyes in this dim light were too dark to pick up the different subtle shades there, but his gaze bored into Hunter’s. “You’d like to be our fuck toy, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, please!”
“Maybe I’ll suggest to him we hog-tie you on your back and one of us can sit on your face while the other fucks you. He gets a sample of that tongue of yours up his hole, he won’t want to move.”
Hunter whimpered, already close to coming again thinking about that. How it’d feel having his nose buried against the man’s flesh while he rimmed him.
“Gonna have to talk to him about making you wear a butt plug more,” Todd gasped, already sounding close to coming. “If we’re both going to be using your ass, you’re going to need to be ready for it.”
And that was all Hunter needed to get a shove over the edge. He moaned as his cock pumped cum over both of them, their bodies now sliding back and forth in his slick juices.
“Fuck yeah!” Todd took one last thrust, burying his cock deep inside him before leaning in to kiss him again. “Love feeling your ass coming around my cock.”
“Love you.”
He smiled, nipping the side of Hunter’s jaw. “Love you, too, buddy. For life, you know that.” He didn’t move yet. “I hope he wants to do more with you. Even if he doesn’t want to mix it up with me, that was fucking hot watching him use you like that. Even if that’s all he ever does, the kind of stuff he does, I’m good, because it was fun to watch.”
Relief filled Hunter. Now that his brains were starting to return, Hunter had wondered how Todd would react. “Thank you.”
He grinned as he sat up and released Hunter’s hands. “Hey, thank you. You’re doing all the hard work, buddy.” He withdrew, then pulled Hunter up into his arms and kissed him. “Let’s grab a quick shower and then get to sleep.” He reached around him and squeezed Hunter’s ass. “Hopefully Coop has sexy plans for you for the morning.”
Hunter hoped so, too.
Chapter Five
Hunter never attended the munches. He was too terrified of being recognized, and Todd didn’t like to go without Hunter. Coop didn’t blame them for that, either, and he wouldn’t order Hunter to go when he knew the man couldn’t enjoy himself even if Coop did order him. Maybe once everything was settled with Hunter’s family and Hunter no longer feared the fall-out.
Until then, Coop would attend stag.
Earlier that morning he’d sat on the couch with Todd and let Hunter give Todd a blowjob while stroking Coop’s cock with his hand, Coop’s hand over Hunter’s and guiding his movements. Then, after Hunter had swallowed a load of Todd’s cum, Coop had Hunter lick up the mess on him.
And they did some serious talking. Both Todd and Hunter were eager to take things farther, but understood they’d only move at the slowest partner’s pace.
Ironically, in this case Coop found himself to be the slowest partner. In this way
, at least. He wanted to settle into this new normal with them before doing anything more. He’d rather let the desire simmer and burn and build slowly. It would be all the sweeter when he finally did cross another bridge with the men. No way would he risk nuking what they had just for sex.
He still wouldn’t call himself bi. Not that he had anything against the label, and yes, he could appreciate a well-built guy’s physique the way he could a well-built woman’s, but so far it was only Hunter, and Todd by extension, that he felt this attraction toward.
Considering it took them four years to get to that point, a few more weeks or months wouldn’t kill any of them.
It might actually prove to be another important tool in Coop’s arsenal to help focus and distract Hunter, dragging out the anticipation. Something good that Hunter could fixate on in his free time.
Keep Hunter horny and wanting more.
Hunter’s birthday is in three months. Hmm.
But despite all of that, now that Coop found himself officially single again, even with the slight increase in complication of his dynamic with Hunter and Todd, Coop was going to attend the munch and have fun. Coop enjoyed the munches. He didn’t give a shit if someone knew about this aspect of his life.
Frankly, anyone who knew him wouldn’t be shocked to find out he was a Dominant.
He was a department manager overseeing fifty people at a local call center for a cable company. Mostly he had to deal with his customer reps, but occasionally they had to escalate a problem up to him to deal with a customer personally. He had to be calm, cool, and collected, because his CSRs caught enough rations of shit from the general public. The last thing they needed was a jerk of a boss coming down on them.
That didn’t mean he didn’t expect good work from them or hold them to exacting standards on their end. It also meant they knew he was fair and would consistently enforce company policies without playing favorites. They always knew where they stood with him.
Fortunately, he didn’t have to work weekends. He’d been there long enough, over twenty years now, that he’d built up seniority.
The munches were a welcomed respite for him. On occasion he bumped into someone he knew there, but since they were there for the same reason he was, it didn’t bother him or make him nervous.
He also didn’t have any kind of morality clause in his employment contract. They didn’t care what he did on his time as long as he passed random drug tests all employees had to go through, and that he didn’t get arrested for a violent crime.
It wasn’t exactly where he’d expected his degree in literature would get him, but the job he’d started out in part-time during college had ended up becoming permanent. Then advances and raises kept him there.
Now?
Why would he want to leave? He had it pretty easy compared to some people he’d gone to college with.
He had benefits and decent pay.
He was, overall, happy.
Tonight, Tony and Shayla were hosting the munch. When he reached the steakhouse where it was being held, he tipped a nod toward the hostess at the front door as he headed straight back to the private room they always reserved when they held it at this restaurant.
Ross and Loren were there talking to Tony and Shayla when Coop walked in.
“Coop!” Loren immediately swooped in to hug him, followed by Shayla. Their respective Doms followed, without the swooping.
“Hey, man,” Tony said. “Glad to see you.” They shook hands.
“Mikayla and Carson are bringing a friend with them,” Shayla said. “Not new to the lifestyle, but she’s new to the area.”
“Ah.”
“We figured we’d sit you with her, if that’s okay?”
“Um, sure.”
“We actually have a specific reason,” Tony said. “Mikayla said she’s dealing with pretty serious anxiety and OCD. I immediately thought of you, since you’re used to Hunter.”
“Might be my lucky night, then.”
Ross scowled. “Huh? Is Hunter okay?”
They all knew Hunter and Todd from the private parties, and Tony had been the one who’d introduced Coop to Hunter and Todd in the first place.
“Oh, yeah, Hunter’s fine.” Coop related the short and sweet version of his unexpected breakup with Bethany, whom none of them had actually even met, since she’d refused to go to the munches with him.
Dammit, that should have been another red flag.
Tony let out a low hiss. “Oooh, sorry.”
“Hey, shit happens.”
“You’re taking it rather well,” Loren said.
“Honestly? I’m sure anger will set in after a few days. Right now I’m still stunned she thought after a year of me consistently saying the same exact things that she’d change my mind on any of them. And the utter brass balls that she expected me to move her into my place and give up playing with Hunter there.”
“If you ask me,” Shayla said, “it was kind of a consent violation on her part.”
“Not kind of,” Coop said. “Totally was a consent violation. I guess that’s why I’m not more upset over it. I’ve known Hunter and Todd way longer than her. I made it clear to her from the start that giving them up as friends, or giving up my play relationship with Hunter, was a deal-breaker.”
“He’s lucky to have you,” Tony said. “I’m glad that worked out for him with you. I feel badly for the guy.”
The door opened and they all turned, immediately quieting. They never talked about Hunter around others who didn’t know him and understand his need for secrecy. Not in identifiable ways, at least.
It was Mikayla and Carson. Behind them trailed a woman who immediately tweaked Coop’s interest. Not because of her looks, although she was cute. Black hair loose down past her shoulders, and brown eyes, she was about seven inches shorter than his own six one.
It was the look in her brown eyes, her body language, her wariness that pinged his interest.
She could have been a twin to Hunter in how her gaze anxiously yet analytically swept through the nearly empty room once, then started going table by table, as if trying to decide upon the location of the least threatening place to sit.
He liked a challenge, too. He wouldn’t deny it.
Mikayla and Carson walked over, their friend trailing them by a few steps. She held her purse tightly in front of her much in the same way Hunter always held his messenger bag when he had it with him. Not just a crutch, but a type of shield.
Mikayla made the introductions, leaving Coop for last. He watched how Dani didn’t reach out to shake hands with anyone, instead offering a tense smile and a nod of her head.
He immediately mirrored her gesture and smiled in return. “Ned Cooper, or Coop. Either one.”
“Nice to meet you.”
Before anyone could suggest where to seat them, he immediately pointed toward a table in the back of the room, near a large column that partially obscured it from view. Its location meant people wouldn’t constantly be walking back and forth behind it.
“How about that table, if that’s all right?” he suggested. He’d have a quick word with Tony about possibly skipping her for the introductions.
He wasn’t sure if being made to give an introduction would trigger her or not, but he wanted a chance to feel her out first.
She seemed to evaluate the table, then gave him a nod and another tense smile. “That looks fine, thank you.”
He let her lead the way, and sure enough, she picked the seat he thought she might, the one closest to the column, affording a little privacy. He sat on her left, and Mikayla took the seat immediately on her right.
It was the same kind of seating arrangement Hunter would pick when they went out to dinner together. Hunter preferred a corner, or a wall to his back, or an alcove even, if possible. Or a deep booth with high dividers. They had several restaurants the three of them dined at on a regular basis, and not just because of the food.
Because Hunter felt safe and wasn’t likely to get
anxious.
Shayla followed them over. “How about we tip the other chairs up?” she suggested to Coop. “I’ll seat Mike and Jenny, and Tilly, Landry, and Cris with you guys. That’ll fill it up.”
“Perfect.” He helped her do that, then laid his napkin over the back of his chair to reserve it. “I’ll be right back,” he said to Dani, Mikayla, and Carson before he headed over to where Tony and Ross were now talking to another new arrival.
He touched Tony’s shoulder and leaned in. “When you do the intros,” he softly said, “start with Carson and work toward me. If I shake my head, just skip Dani and come right to me. I’ll feel her out before.”
“Understood.” Tony clapped him on the shoulder and Coop headed back to the table.
* * * *
Dani didn’t know what it was about Ned, or Coop, as others called him, but something about him felt…soothing. He wasn’t playing the “I am Dom” game with her, either. He’d put her at ease and she realized ten minutes in, as the room started filling and her agitation ramped up, that he didn’t leave her side. Not hovering, but…
Almost instinctively playing a buffer. A ground. An anchor of calm.
Which she damn sure needed, considering the way her pulse was pounding, her heart fluttering like a bird was caught in her chest and struggling to escape.
She wondered what Mikayla had told everyone before they got there, if this had been prearranged and he’d been warned about her condition.
“What brought you to Florida from New York?” he asked.
“A career-ending accident,” she said. “A literal car wreck that turned my metaphorical wreck of a life upside down for good.”
“I’m sorry. What did you used to do?”
“I was a dancer and singer. It was the dancing part where I took the hardest hit. I was getting some halfway decent chorus parts. Mostly off-Broadway, but I worked on several Broadway productions.”
“Yikes. I’m sorry.”
“It is what it is,” she said. He cocked his head at her, smiling. “What?” she asked.
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