Paint

by Becca Jameson

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  Published by The Hartwood Publishing Group, LLC,

  Hartwood Publishing, Phoenix, Arizona

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  Paint

  Copyright © 2015 by Paige Michaels and Becca Jameson

  Digital Release: June 2015

  Cover Artist: Georgia Woods

  All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Paint by Becca Jameson and Paige Michaels

  Nathan and Olivia have been together for years. They have a unique D/s relationship that makes them both happy and keeps life interesting. But what they want most is a third, so they are beyond excited when they think they have found their boy while watching him perform a scene at their favorite dungeon.

  Luke is green. He is young and inexperienced. But after getting a taste of kink one night months ago, he’s been unable to wipe the memory from his mind. He wants more. He wants a couple to take him on and fulfill his fantasies, and maybe help him figure out who he is along the way.

  When Nathan and Olivia confront Luke after his scene, it seems too good to be true. And perhaps it is. There are obstacles. Luke’s religious upbringing seeps into his consciousness often. And Nathan and Olivia don’t seem to know the meaning of subtle. The sex is phenomenal, but is it enough to make this unusual threesome work?

  Chapter One

  Luke slammed his laptop shut and rose from his chair with a groan of frustration. He was done with Tumblr. Done with online porn. He wasn’t getting what he needed. And every time he looked, he felt like more of a creep. Like he was interrupting someone else’s scene.

  Damn Julian and Morgan. He never should have done that scene with them. The one that rocked his world and made him beeline home every night in hopes of finding something similar online, some threesome scene that turned him on half as much as he had been that night. Morgan told him there were lots of people in the BDSM community. People who liked the kinky stuff. People interested in finding a third to be part of them.

  Luke grumbled in frustration again, peering out the tiny window in his studio apartment. The snow had melted, finally, but only the beginnings of spring were starting to show in downtown St. Paul. Hints of green popping up in the ground on his bike ride to work. People less bundled, their shoulders relaxing as the weight of winter eased off.

  Out his window, he saw a couple stumbling down the street, the woman leaning against the man. He had his arm held loosely around her waist. Even with the window shut, Luke could hear their laughter. A pang of envy settled low in his stomach.

  He couldn’t stop thinking about the night Julian and Morgan had taken him home. Morgan propositioning him at the Loft benefit as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Luke had had a crush on Morgan since she’d taught his photography class, when he was seventeen and still a virgin because he couldn’t seem to care about girls his age. But Morgan called to him like a siren. And that night, she and Julian chose him. Julian sat and watched, directing the whole scene between Luke and Morgan. It was the hottest thing Luke had ever done. Being with Morgan wasn’t anything like being with the girls he’d met in school. But it wasn’t just Morgan. It was Julian telling the two of them what to do.

  Luke raked a hand through his short hair. It’s not only that, buddy. Julian offered to fuck you afterward. Luke released a long breath. That was the part he couldn’t shake. The possibility of being with Julian. Luke had messed around with one guy before, in an empty school bus when his senior high school class was supposed to be studying rock formations. Luke didn’t really know what he was doing, but the guy was confident and so sure of himself, and blowjobs were blowjobs as far as Luke was concerned. But Julian offered him more. And Luke had turned him down. Too freaked out. Too overwhelmed over what he’d done with Morgan.

  But now he wanted it. Wanted that feeling again. With two people.

  He stalked over to his thrift-shop couch and popped open his crappy laptop again. He needed a new one. But teaching an Intro Painting class at the Loft and picking up a few admin hours each week to help the executive director barely gave him enough of a paycheck to cover rent. Luke would have to find a second job soon. He’d bled through his savings and was two weeks late for this month’s rent already.

  After that night with Julian and Morgan, Luke didn’t think he’d ever see the walls of the Loft again. But Morgan had resigned as the executive director, handed the mantle over to Kathryn, and less than a week later, Kathryn had him on the phone, begging him to take over the Intro class because their regular painting instructor decided to move to Costa Rica with her boyfriend. Luke had been desperate, trying to figure a way to scrape together enough money to cover rent and even save some for college tuition—one day. Kathryn’s call had been a godsend, and she’d even added a few extra hours each week to his pay for him to do admin stuff, but it wasn’t enough. Luke knew better than to play the starving artist card. He needed to be practical, maybe get a job as a bike messenger or something. He should be online looking at options. Instead…

  Luke logged on to FetLife under his bogus name and started checking out all the meet-ups in Minneapolis. There was a munch in St. Paul next week, but Luke knew he’d chicken out like he had the last four times he considered going to one. A munch was a meet-up for kinky people in a regular restaurant, sort of a fellowship hour like Luke used to go to with his mom at St. Jude’s before his mom’s lupus started attacking her organs and she couldn’t leave the house anymore. He hadn’t been to St. Jude’s in too long, but he couldn’t seem to find his way back there without her. Even with his mom dead five months now, Luke still felt her absence like a missing limb.

  Luke eyed the details of the munch. A restaurant not too far from his apartment. At a time he wasn’t teaching. Maybe… No. Munches were too conspicuous. Too open and overt and Luke didn’t want to chat about his job and his favorite movies while he was being inspected by all the kinky people in the room. It felt way too much like an office interview. Not Luke’s strong suit, which is why he spent most of his days teaching kids how to mix acrylics.

  Luke wanted spontaneity. He wanted a couple to seek him out like Morgan and Julian did. But he wanted the couple to keep him for more than one night. Keep him. Jesus. Is that what I really want? No point denying it. Yes, that’s exactly what he wanted.

  He perused the rest of the meet-ups page and was almost ready to slam his laptop shut when he saw a little line of text at the bottom of the third page: Private, members-only dungeon looking for bi male bottoms for demo night. Must have recent, clean physical and be open to playing in front of an audience.

  Luke’s breath froze in his chest. Bi male bottoms. Dungeon. The words seared into his brain. This could be exactly what he’d been looking for. But Jesus, in front of an audience? Was he up for that? It was one thing to have Julian watching him eat Morgan’s pussy, but it was totally another to have a whole audience there for his first time getti
ng fucked by a guy. Would that be a requirement? Maybe Luke could safe out before things went too far in anal play. He released the air in his lungs, and before he could talk himself out of it, he fired off a message to the woman named Kimber who’d listed the event.

  Ten minutes later, a return message popped in his box.

  Send a picture. A real one.

  Luke took a deep breath. Should he take off his clothes? Okay, no, he wasn’t going to open that door when whoever Kimber was hadn’t asked for it. He smiled awkwardly for his laptop cam and sent the photo back without spending more than five seconds looking at it, just to make sure his eyes weren’t shut.

  Two minutes later another message from Kimber popped up.

  Oh. That IS real. And delicious. Okay. You’re in. Bring your physical and a valid ID to the basement door of Nyx. We’re at 627 Clark. Be there on Friday at 9 p.m. Don’t forget the ID. You look young, and no one will touch you if they don’t think you’re legal.

  He was legal, barely, in all senses of the word. Two months past his twenty-first birthday, single, no family to speak of, a job at the Loft that didn’t pay him enough, and a tiny studio apartment he wouldn’t be able to keep much longer if he didn’t pull something out of his hat. Again, a twinge of guilt slid along his skin. He should be focusing on a job search, spending time online scouring want ads. But instead, he sent a quick response to Kimber.

  Sounds great. See you then.

  Holy shit. He was doing this. He was going to do this. For real. Two nights from now, he was going to play in front of an audience. He didn’t even know who he’d be playing with, but the butterflies in his stomach took off in the same way they had when he first walked into Julian and Morgan’s apartment. Was he stupid to hope this could lead him into finding what he’d been missing since that night?

  Chapter Two

  “Maybe we should stop looking,” Olivia said from the bedroom doorway, her long dark hair framing her heart-shaped face and drawing more attention to her bright red Cupid’s bow lips.

  Nathan studied her from where he was slipping on his shoes. He was in a suit tonight, black on black. All business. “I thought you wanted a third.”

  It wasn’t a question. He knew she did. So did he. They’d been in the community long enough, played with others enough to know that additional partners got them both off. They could play hard together, and had many times, but there was nothing like the rush of a third beneath him, over her, ordered to fuck and suck and come. Nathan stood and cinched his tie, watching Olivia’s chest rise as she took all of him in.

  “You look edible,” Olivia said, licking her bottom lip. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, exposing olive skin, courtesy of her Venezuelan mother. “Te deseo.”

  I want you.

  She could also thank her mother for the beautiful language she graced Nathan with often enough he had grown to almost understand her most of the time.

  He slipped closer, tracing his finger along the top edge of her corset, dipping into her cleavage as he slid his thigh between her legs and she rubbed herself against it. Her barely there skirt rode up and he saw the tops of her thigh highs. Fuck, he loved her body, the way she was always ready for him, for whatever he wanted.

  “You worked all day. You’re probably tired. Maybe we could skip the demo at Nyx tonight,” he said, sliding both hands up to cup the bottom of her tits, pushing them farther up so the tops of her nipples popped from the corset. He bent to take one in his mouth, biting and sucking as she gave a low moan.

  “Maybe we should,” she said, grinding herself on his thigh even more.

  He raised his mouth and nipped at her neck. “Of course, Kimber told me she had a new guy joining tonight, young and likely with little experience. She thought we might want to meet him.”

  Olivia’s eyes widened as she continued to rub her pussy along his thigh. He pushed her back, not wanting to have to change pants once she got wet enough her juices leaked through her panties onto his thigh. Instead, he pulled her skirt up and speared two fingers into her.

  She moaned. “New? And young?” she asked, nearly breathless.

  He added a third finger and moved closer to her ear. “How about I take the edge off now, baby? Just a little and then we go check this guy out. See if he likes us. See if he might want to play.”

  Olivia’s thighs were shaking and she gripped his shoulders. “Yes,” she whispered, riding his hand wantonly and tipping her head back for him to bite at her neck.

  Nathan was impossibly hard, his dick pressing against his zipper painfully as he watched her come apart. Jesus, she was beautiful when she came. Always had been. From the first moment he’d taken her into the bathroom at the bank and dropped to his knees to eat her pussy until she screamed. Half the customers at the bank probably heard her, but neither of them cared. She’d pulled her panties up and asked for his number, and then she dropped to her knees and returned the favor.

  “Do you need me to take the edge off of you too, mi amor?” she asked when she recovered her voice.

  He smiled at the way she referred to him as “her love.”

  She raked long nails over his cock. He put his hand over hers.

  “No, baby. I’m going to suffer all night, and when we get home, with or without a new boy, you’re going to ease my pain. Over and over.”

  Olivia smiled, dark lashes framing bright blue eyes. “Yes.”

  •●•

  Luke was a nervous wreck. His hands shook so bad he had to clench them into fists at his sides. When he’d arrived at the alley door of Nyx—a dungeon in the basement of an office building!—a very curvy woman named Kimber ushered him in and pulled him into a disarming hug.

  “Don’t mind me, sweetie,” she’d said when she released him. “I’m a hugger. Everyone gets used to it.”

  She was maybe in her late forties, but it was hard to tell with her neon pink tube dress and gobs of makeup. She eyed Luke like she was at an all-you-can-eat buffet and he was both surf and turf. Luke blushed and looked down.

  “Oh sweet Lord, you’re going to be so perfect. They’re going to be fighting to get their hands on you.”

  Luke let out a squeak and then cleared his throat. “Maybe you can tell me exactly what I’ll be doing.”

  Kimber pulled him into a small office with posters of oily dudes all over the wall. It was a wall-to-wall sausage fest that made Luke’s own cock shrivel in embarrassing inadequacy. Kimber eyed Luke’s package and then the posters. “Don’t be self-conscious. They’re gay porn stars. Way bigger than the average guy around here,” she said with a wink. “I’m an enthusiast.”

  Luke nodded and felt his face flush as he mumbled, “Obviously.”

  “So,” Kimber continued, “part of what we provide for our members is a demonstration of different scenes. It’s fun for them, and it helps them get a sense of how to do certain techniques if they’re newer to the lifestyle.”

  “What kind of techniques?” Luke croaked.

  “It depends. Sometimes it’s a spanking demo or bondage or wax play. Tonight, it’s a demonstration of a Dom conducting a scene with two subs.”

  The air whooshed out of Luke’s lungs. “A threesome?”

  Kimber grinned. “Yes. I take it you’re interested?”

  Luke looked down and nodded, feeling the heat creep from his chest to his neck.

  “Perfect,” Kimber purred. “Let’s start on the paperwork, and then we’ll get you changed.”

  Changed?

  Luke glanced down at his faded jeans and dark blue T-shirt and wondered what he should have worn instead. He shivered. On second thought, he couldn’t possibly have come up with something out of his meager wardrobe that would’ve been suitable for this evening anyway.

  With the exception of his quick foray with Morgan and Julian, he had nothing to go on in terms of what the next few hours might look like.

  He pulled his ID and a creased recent physical form from his back pocket and handed them to Kimber. She studi
ed his ID for too long and then grinned. “Had your first beer yet?”

  He blushed again. Jesus, what was wrong with him? “I don’t like beer.”

  “Of course you don’t, baby boy. Here.” He took the set of forms Kimber handed him and tipped his head to read through the three pages.

  “Standard stuff really. But I’m betting you’re so green you’ve never signed anything like this before.” Luke lifted his gaze to find Kimber still smiling. “No worries, love. You read through all of that. I’ll be right back.” She left him in the office, shutting the door with a soft snick.

  Luke stretched his neck to one side and then the other and concentrated on the words in front of him. Nothing unusual, mostly a promise not to hold the club liable if he got hurt and a bunch of stuff about creating safe, sane, and consensual environments. He signed and initialed wherever indicated and had just set the pages on Kimber’s desk when she walked back in.

  “Already done? Perfect.” She nodded behind her. “Come this way. I’ll show you to the lockers.”

  As he passed through the dungeon, following on Kimber’s heels, he glanced around. And holy mother of God. The patrons of Nyx were dressed in the most provocative clothing he’d ever seen. He’d seen such things on porn of course, but in real life? Never.

  Most of the women he saw wore those laced-up thingies that pushed their boobs up high on their chests and left their backs exposed between the crisscrossing of leather. Their skirts were either leather or full and too short for polite society.

  But this wasn’t polite society.

  He swallowed and kept his head down. If he saw too much, he would lose his nerve. It was best if he didn’t pay super close attention to how many people there were or make eye contact with any of them before he did whatever the hell was planned for him tonight.

  If he was going to get naked—and he suspected he was—in front of all these patrons, he wanted to be as detached as possible.