“Oh fuck.” I tipped my head back as he took me in his mouth. He grazed me with his teeth in warning and I held my breath, not moving a muscle. “Luther—”
“Shh. Don’t speak. Feel and listen.” He reached out and pulled something from the end table drawer. “All I want to hear from you is if you’re in pain. For that I need words.” He uncapped a bottle of lube and poured some into his palm. “For the rest, only the sounds you can’t help making. I won’t punish you if you scream.”
He slicked the lube over my dick, jerking it hard and fast, his gaze on my face, a wicked smile on his lips. The pleasure built up and my lips parted as it gathered at the base of my spine. When he spread the liquid down between my ass cheeks, I held my breath.
“Breathe, pet. And open to me.” He pulled my ass off the edge of the sofa, spreading my thighs further, then pressing his finger against me. “Don’t tense. Let me in.”
The second I relaxed, his finger began to penetrate, the lube making a slow, easy glide of it as he pressed in all the way. The sensation wasn’t as rough as when Xavier had used nothing but his spit, and I missed the gritty edge of it, but I knew Luther was preparing me to take more.
Much more.
Taking his time with me, Luther added lube, curving his finger to brush my prostate with each pass, bending down to suck my dick until I was panting with the struggle it took not to rise up into his mouth. He released me with a hooded look, pulling out a condom and ripping open the package with his teeth as I watched.
He sheathed himself, then curved his arm under my undamaged knee, lifting me to him as he positioned his dick. The slow press made the sensation of him stretching me so intense I couldn’t stop the low moan that hitched with my breath as he began rocking his hips, going a little deeper every time. His dick was thick and long and once he pushed further past that first ring of muscle, the stretch became a burn.
I winced and he withdrew, adding more lube to cover his dick and make me so slippery the next time he pressed in, he filled me with one effortless thrust.
“Oh…Oh fuck…” Holding still was almost impossible now. The fullness had me desperate to move against him. As he pressed harder against my ass, forcing himself even deeper, I ground out a pleading sound.
He ran his hand down my thigh soothingly. “You’re doing well, pet. I’ve got you.”
Lifting my thigh even more, he made it impossible for me to move as he rocked his hips. His free hand wrapped around my dick and he began to stroke me in time to his steady thrusts, fucking harder, faster, twisting me between all the things he was doing to me until all I could do was take it all in. The musky scent of sex and grilled cheese and Luther’s faint, woodsy cologne. The slap of his flesh hitting mine over and over. The sweat glistening on both our bodies as all my muscles tensed against the temptation to reach out to him, hang on to his hard, muscular body as he pounded into me.
“God, you feel good, Alec.” He released my dick and braced his hand on the back of the sofa, bending me almost in half and he leaned into me. “Imagine when Xavier is with us. All the things we’ll do to you. The way I’ll train you to please us, train this fucking beautiful ass to take more and more until the day we can both take you. Together.”
Pre-cum dripped over the tip of my dick, smearing on my stomach. I gasped through parted lips, trying to imagine the scene he was setting for me, but my mind couldn’t quite grasp it. I’d known they’d continue sharing me, but what he suggested didn’t seem possible.
He gave me a sly smile, slamming into me hard as though the thought turned him on. “We’ve done it before, pet. Only never with someone we’d trained ourselves. He was a good slut.” He leaned down to suck on my bottom lip. “But you’ll be ours.”
“Luther…I need to…”
“Hold it back for me. I want to see how good you can be.” Luther reached down and clasped his fingers around the base of my cock, slowing his pace to a deep grind. “There you go.”
A low hum of pleasure stole through my veins, spreading to every part of me until I was drowning in endorphins. He kept me on the edge, hitting my prostate over and over as he pistoned in and out, slowing, then speeding up right at the moment when I thought I couldn’t take anymore.
Panting, he finally released my dick. “Now, Alec. Come with me.”
He slammed in one last time and the violent burst of ecstasy took me with the strength of a riptide, too powerful to resist as my core clenched down and the hot spill of him filled me. I cried out, my body jerking, my harsh scream leaving my throat as raw and tender as the rest of me.
Bending down to kiss my shoulder, Luther chuckled as I shuddered, the movement showing me how sensitive I was. “Fuck, you’re fun. Brace yourself.”
I was about to ask why when he withdrew and all the tender nerves in my ass jolted at the stretch around the head of his dick. Slumping on the sofa, I watched him through half-closed lids as he straightened and removed the condom.
He went still, looking at something in the doorway. Then he smiled. “You’re home early.”
“Yes, but I didn’t want to interrupt. You’re so fucking hot together, I almost came just watching.” Steady footsteps brought Xavier to the sofa. His brow lifted as he glanced down at me. “And here I was thinking you’d be gentle. What did you do to him?”
When his gaze settled on my knee I shook my head. “That wasn’t Luther.”
“I know, he called me last night to let me know what happened.” Crouching down, Xavier combed his fingers into my hair. “I’m sorry, Alexander.”
Carefully pushing myself into a sitting position, I leaned up to kiss him, then shook my head. “It’s not your fault.”
“Actually, it is.” He folded his arms over my chest, then glanced over at Luther. “Could you sit down for a moment? We need to talk.”
Luther’s expression darkened. He moved closer, but didn’t sit.
Facing Xavier, he spoke softly, his tone sharp with barely controlled rage.
“What have you done?”
Chapter Ten
The tension in the room stole away the lingering pleasure and a chill slithered over my skin as I watched the two men I’d given myself to in every way stare at one another. I couldn’t sit here naked, not when it seemed like my world was about to be torn in two.
Xavier lowered his gaze as I grabbed my boxers off the floor and pulled them on. He didn’t speak until I was fully dressed. “I expected Alexander’s brothers might look into what happened to him. That they wouldn’t trust him not to turn them in. So I had a private investigator find them.”
“I thought you were going to let the police handle this.” Luther ran his hand over his hair, an incredulous look in his eyes. “Damn it, Xavier, tell me you didn’t go see them.”
Pressing his eyes shut, Xavier didn’t answer for what seemed like a long time. Finally, he opened his eyes, his focus on me. “The police would have charged you as well. I couldn’t let that happen.”
“They could’ve hurt you, Xavier. I’d rather be in jail then have anything happen to you.” I knew Luther was mad, but I was just fucking scared. Xavier had no clue how dangerous my brothers were. “This was my mistake to fix, not yours.”
“Did it occur to you that Luther’s not the only one who wants to protect you? I might not be as good at showing it, but I care about you.” He shook his head and slumped onto the sofa beside me, his typically perfectly styled hair mussed up, his suit looking like he’d pulled it on in a rush, not giving a damn how rumpled it was. “I thought I could end it. But I only made it worse.”
Seeing this man, always so refined, so contained, come completely undone because of me brought a tight ache to my chest. I put my arm around his shoulders.
“Tell us everything.”
He let out a bitter laugh. “I gave them the fucking car. Told them I’d never report them, so long as they left you alone. I had my lawyer draw up all the paperwork. Maybe we can throw it at them next time they decide to come after
you. I’m sure that will help.”
“Jesus Christ, Xavier.” Luther groaned, lacing his fingers behind his neck. “They want more now, don’t they?”
“Yes. And I gave it to them right after you called me.”
“Which will satisfy them for what, a month? A week?” Luther strode across the room and crouched down in front of Xavier, his hands on the other man’s shoulders. “We deal with things like this together. You should have come to me first. We could have figured out a way to protect Alec together.”
Xavier nodded slowly. “I know, but you were happy, Luther. I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time. I refused to let anything ruin it.”
Luther sighed and wrapped his arms around Xavier, holding him close as he let out a soft laugh. “You know, telling him you love him would have been much easier.”
“This is true.” Xavier eased away from Luther and turned to me. “I’m sorry I kept this from you, but I do stupid things when I love someone. Giving in to blackmail was much easier than telling you how much you mean to me. But now I’ve put you in danger.”
My throat tightened. I pushed off the sofa, hating that he blamed himself for what my brothers had forced him to do. “Maybe I should leave. If they don’t think I’m important to you—”
“That’s not an option.” Luther grabbed my wrist, pulling me onto his lap as he dropped onto the sofa, one arm around Xavier, the other around me, as though to make sure neither of us could go anywhere. “From this point on, you let me handle those assholes. It is my job.”
“But I—”
“No.” Luther cut Xavier off, his tone firm. “This conversation is over. Tell me how the trip went before I decide to prove Alec isn’t the only one I can control when I want to.”
A dark red blush spread across Xavier’s cheeks and his eyes narrowed. He inhaled slowly, and at first I thought he’d argue, but he simply nodded. After a long silence, he leaned over, resting his head on Luther’s shoulder. “The trip went better than expected. I have buyers for all my new dress designs and several requests for exclusive designs.” He caught my eyes. “As well as interest in the junior line. Enough for me to give you the money and resources you need to expand it.”
“Really?” I bit back a smile, not sure this was a good time for it, but I was excited. The team wouldn’t have to be afraid to lose their jobs anymore. “Fuck, I can’t wait to tell Judy. You have to put her in charge, Xavier. I don’t mind consulting on your behalf, but this is her baby.”
“Agreed. We’ll speak to her and the team tomorrow. They deserve the credit for pulling this all together, though that doesn’t diminish your part in this. As I told you from the beginning, you have a good eye for fashion.” His lips curved as he reached out to cup my cheek. “And a way of managing me when I’m being difficult.”
“It’s not that hard, really. You’re not as scary as you think you are.”
“You say that now.” Luther brushed his lips against my ear. “But you’ve never really pissed him off. Just wait until you do and he takes off his belt.”
“He did.” I ducked my head when Luther arched his brow. “I behaved.”
“Smart boy.”
For a long time we simply sat there together, Xavier telling us a bit more about his trip, sounding more excited about his project, and mine, as he got into the details of the new deal. He’d never been in this part of the house this long since I’d been here, and I hoped he’d stay, but as it grew late he started checking his watch.
And began pulling away. “I should get some sleep. It’s been a long few days and—”
“Stay.” Luther eased me off his lap, onto the sofa, and stood. “Alec’s managed to get closer to you because he doesn’t let you push him away. Which I’ve been letting you do for too long. We both need control, and I won’t try to dominate you, but I want you near me. Come to my bed. It’s big enough for all three of us.”
Xavier blinked at him, lips parted. Then he took a deep breath. “Fine. I’ll give you one night to see how it goes.”
“No, Xavier. You’ll give me them all.” Luther pulled Xavier against him, claiming his lips in a bruising kiss, clasping his hand around the back of Xavier’s neck when he looked ready to pull away and object. “I’ve seen what happens when you’re left to your own devices. It’ll be a long time before I let you out of my sight.”
Letting out a huff as he stepped back and tugged on his sleeves, Xavier shook his head. “That’s not how things work between us, Luther.”
Luther simply smiled. “It is now. We’re going to have some new rules.”
Perfectly still, Xavier stared at him. “What rules?”
“Mine.”
Chapter Eleven
One month later
Running through the hall I cursed myself under my breath as the files slipped from my arms and scattered across the floor. I was already late. Skidding to a stop, I knelt down, picking the papers up as fast as I could without creasing them.
Two sets of shiny black shoes stopped in front of me.
I swallowed hard.
“You were supposed to be finished an hour ago, Alexander.” Xavier clucked his tongue as he crouched down to help me. “Do you know how much trouble you’re in?”
A cold rush of fear and excitement spilled down my spine. “I promised Judy I’d get these to you by the end of the day, but I had to finish my assignment for school and—”
“And we promised one another we wouldn’t work so hard. We had plans, Alec.” Luther folded his arms over his chest as I rose to my feet. “Xavier’s made the attempt. You’ve only taken on more. Your priority should be your night classes. I told you to hire someone else to help Judy.”
Shaking my head, I went to Xavier’s office, feeling their eyes on me as I set the files on his desk. “I’m trying, Luther. But this job is important to me. You guys can take time off, you’ve been doing this for years. I still have so much to learn.”
“Mhmm. You really do.” Steady footsteps crossed the office. Luther placed a heavy hand on my shoulder. “Lock the door, Xavier.”
Oh shit.
The lock clicked. Something hit the floor beside me. My eyes widened as I realized it was Luther’s leather toy bag.
“You knew I’d be late.” I shook my head and stared at him over my shoulder. “Luther, we can’t do this here.”
“Why not?” Xavier went around his desk and dropped into his chair, lips slanted as I turned my attention to him. “What’s the point of owning all this if I can’t enjoy it from time to time?”
All right, he was making me very nervous, but I couldn’t deny I loved how much he’d changed over the last month. He was more relaxed. Easier to talk to. And he let Luther come here every single day.
They’d grown closer and it made me happy to see their relationship was stronger than ever.
Even though they were kinda scary when they teamed up on me.
Like tonight.
I cleared my throat. “The private investigator stopped by earlier. He wanted to discuss with you all the evidence he’s found against my brothers. He also said they’ve left the state, so we shouldn’t have to worry about them anymore.”
“Which you are telling me now because…?” Xavier arched a brow. “Luther asked you not to worry about that.”
“I also asked the PI to come to me. Why is he reporting to you?”
“I’m the one paying him.” Xavier leaned forward in his chair. “And we’re not discussing my transgressions now. I’m not the one in trouble.”
Luther let out a dark laugh. “It’s amusing that you think so. You signed the same contract he did, my man. And you’ve broken several rules.”
“You can’t punish us both.”
“Can’t I?” Luther picked up his toy bag, sweeping out his arm to clear the desk, ignoring Xavier’s shocked exclamation as all his files and supplies hit the floor. He glanced over at me. “Kneel.”
I lowered to my knees without a sound. Both men were my mast
ers in their own ways, but the dynamics had shifted between them, with Luther taking control more often than not. His rules kept Xavier from shutting either of us out and obsessing over his work. For me, they were exactly what we all needed.
Xavier was still getting used to giving up that much power.
The sound of Luther unzipping his bag made me shudder and I wet my lips with my tongue as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a length of black rope. He palmed the handcuffs and strode around the desk.
“No.” Xavier stared at the handcuffs. “Hell no.”
Luther simply waited.
“You want me to sit here and watch while you enjoy him?” Xavier’s lips thinned. “Again?”
“You say that as though you don’t fucking love it.” Luther’s lips slanted. “You have him all day at work. Don’t pretend that you don’t use him as often as you like. One of my rules is he give me every detail when he comes home.”
Xavier smirked a little at that. “I had a feeling there was a reason you never pressed too much about me eating every meal with you.”
Heat wrapped around the back of my neck. I loved the peace of kneeling for Luther like this, knowing he trusted me to stay where he put me and ease into my submission, but his words made me think about the other day when he’d told me not to clean up after Xavier fucked me. He made me give him a play by play as he recreated every moment, using nothing but was left of the lube and Xavier’s cum to fuck me raw.
Having all our blood tests done together had made being spontaneous a lot easier. dpg!
“You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you, Alec?” Luther had turned his focus back to me while I’d been distracted with the memory. “How fast and hard I took you. How messy you were when I was done. Should we let Xavier know what it feels like to have you when you’re so relaxed and wet and tender every thrust makes you scream?”
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