“Look at him,” Beckett’s voice wasn’t for me. “Look at how pretty he is.”
I was pretty. Not because of the silk underwear I wore under the tight pants that I almost wished I’d have taken off, but because of the ropes wrapped around my body. They were what made me pretty.
I swallowed as the hand left my hair, only for it to trail around my front and gently cup my throat.
Please, I begged. I wanted that touch to be tighter.
Instead, after a moment, the hand moved on, down my torso. I almost whined, or maybe I did as Beckett laughed huskily in my ear.
“Touch him, boy. Touch him and show him how much you adore him.” Beckett stepped back, but there wasn’t enough time for me to try to follow him as a form on my other side was there, touching me, almost covering me with arms and hands.
I knew this touch. I knew this boy. I trusted him with everything in me.
I swayed again as his touch moved around me, exploring all the exposed skin he could reach. Tender hands cupped my face moments before my lips touched my own.
I sighed into Noah’s kiss. I may have only kissed him once before, but it was something that my soul knew.
Noah called to me as much as Beckett. It didn’t even bother me that Oscar had stepped aside, or left. Right then, I didn’t care where he may have gone.
All I cared about was Noah. He made love to my mouth, slipping his tongue against mine. When we were both out of breath, Noah moved to nibble against my chin, then my neck.
Some sort of noise escaped my parted lips as he gently ran his teeth against the side of my neck. My dick enjoyed it, too.
“Noah,” I breathed as he licked the spot.
I jerked when something touched my back. It was strong enough to reach the pieces of skin that weren’t covered by any type of rope.
“I promised a certain boy I wouldn’t leave a mark, but I never promised to play fair.” Beckett’s words were just loud enough to hear. They caused Noah to groan and push himself closer to me. His hard cock pocked against my own, and I couldn’t help but grind against him.
The hand was back in my hair, pulling my head backward. That gave Noah more room to latch onto my throat, and I couldn’t help the grunted moan that was torn through me.
“So pretty,” Beckett praised, keeping me right there at his mercy. “I sure hope you know Asher, that from here on out, you’re mine. You’re Noah’s and mine. We aren’t ever going to let you go. My brother isn’t who you need.”
“You, Sir.” I somehow managed to utter. Beckett was who I needed, and right then, I was far enough gone that I wouldn’t argue against the idea. I did want him. And Noah. The idea of how that could possibly work would be tomorrow’s problem.
“Make him cum, Noah.”
Oh. I mentally sighed as Noah’s hand fumbled against my pants to pull out my hard cock. All the while, Beckett let go of my hair, only to capture my mouth into a searing kiss that I could feel in my toes.
In the same motion, the mask slipped off as Beckett devoured me like I was the last meal he’d ever have.
It took Noah a matter of seconds to jerk me off, causing long spurts of cum to shoot against his front.
“Good, boy. So very good.” Beckett muttered against my mouth, slowing our kisses as Noah jerked his cock against my exposed skin. “Come, Noah. Show our boy how much we have to have him.”
That was all it took for Noah to release against me, head tucked against my neck as he rode out his release.
Chapter 49
Why did Beckett always want to talk? All I wanted to do was lean against Noah and sleep. Which, by the way, Noah kept grumbling and wanted the same thing.
“Noah? You are not helping. I need Asher to answer.”
I couldn’t even remember the question. “Whatever you want, Sir.”
I felt good. Better than I had in years. Beckett didn’t need to worry about anything. I wasn’t going to freak out. I wanted to just be for a bit longer.
Beckett huffed a laugh, but thankfully he didn’t repeat his question. Or ask other ones. My mind was drifting away and sleep was calling me. If only Noah wasn’t moving so much against me.
