“Bed?” My gaze is still fixed on Evan, studying his face hard for any reaction other than willingness.
He gives Isaac’s lap another erotic grind, and Isaac groans. Evan’s gaze flicks between the two of us, and I see the uncertainty. It’s brief, but it’s there. He can’t possibly want to talk now, right? When he’s clearly hard and horny?
Looking at me, he says, “Your place or mine?”
“Mine,” I say. “Are you guys drunk?”
“We’re good,” Isaac assures me, easing Evan off his lap.
I shut the lights off in the kitchen as they get up. They reach my room before I do, and I close the door when I come in. I don’t need Apollo wandering in here. Isaac is already peeling off his shirt, glancing between Evan and me. Evan is standing next to the bed, fingering the button on his pants. He looks so good in that sweater, I want to ask him to keep it on, but yeah—the pants need to go if we’re gonna do this.
Since he’s moving the slowest, I walk over to him, grab him by the waistband and yank it to make him face me. He makes ashort noise of surprise and meets my gaze. “Are you mad at me?” he blurts.
I don’t answer that, unfastening the pants for him. I don’t want to do feelings right now. I want inside him so much, I can’t see straight. I want in on all the lust and heavy breathing. I want hands and mouths on me and fluid exchanges. In terms of my feelings—whatever words there are for them—I want to empty them all into Evan. And I want Isaac to help. Maybe we won’t need to talk. Maybe they’ll understand me better if I just show them what I want.
I push his pants past his erect dick and his bubble butt. The first time I did this Wednesday night, it was a cluster that left Evan giggling. “You want to keep riding your boss’s lap?”
He puts his hands on my shoulders as I shove his pants down his legs. As well as he slides into the slutty brat role, he gets off on submitting, too.
“Answer me.”
“Yeah, I want to.”
When he reaches for the hem of his sweater, I grab his hands. “This stays on.”
He makes a helpless sound as I finish stripping his lower half.
Isaac has been paying attention. He’s naked, climbing onto the bed from the opposite side. I point him toward the nightstand that contains all my supplies. Lube. Dildos. Butt plugs. A flesh light. He gets out the lube, and I reach around Evan to grab the smaller dildo. The one that vibrates.
I used the bigger one on Evan Thursday night. It’s not as big as Isaac’s cock, but he had something to prove, and I had my plans. The sweater is a wildcard, but the sight of his nipples poking through it all night while he cozied up to Isaac has me in the mood to wreck him.
Isaac makes his grab for Evan, and I pass him over.
“Fuck,” he whimpers as Isaac pulls his half naked body on top of him.
I undress as I watch our boss, who’s seated with his back against the headboard, hand Evan the lube.
Evan straddles Isaac’s lap, and Isaac presents him with his hard cock. With shaky hands, Evan squirts some lube between his palms and uses both to coat Isaac’s dick.
“Get yourself ready, too,” Isaac tells him.
Evan obeys his low command, adding more lube to his fingers before reaching back and rubbing some over his hole. When both fingers slide inside, I groan. He looks so tight, but I know better.
“What am I getting ready for?” Evan asks, sounding almost innocent.
“What do you think you can handle, baby?” Isaac asks, drawing his face down close to his.
Evan kisses him, and I get on the bed, picking up the bottle of lube because I already know what he’s going to say. He knows exactly what I want to do with him.
“Anything.”
34
ISAAC
Ilook at Deacon after Evan gives us his unqualified consent. Deacon gives me a small nod as he lubes his cock. I take that to mean he knows Evan can handle this, which I guess means this isn’t the first time one of those dildos has come into play in the last several days they’ve been together.
I’ve wanted this. So much. I was planning to work our way up to it—we’ve got plenty of options in the meantime, but if Deacon thinks tonight is the night, I assume he’s got his reasons. Given Evan’s current state of pliancy and obedience, it’s hard to disagree. However?—
