Kendrick’s heart beat faster at what he hadn’t considered, a possibility of more between them, when Rue’s expression turned…hopeful?
Rue was on the other man without hesitation. The noises both men made, as their lips clashed in a heated kiss, scorched Kendrick. His desire was forceful enough to make him place his own glass down when his hand shook.
He stood, undoing the buttons on his jeans before his cock broke at the speed of blood filling it. Around the coffee table, he placed his hands on the necks of both men feeling them shudder under his touch.
“As it seems we’ve cleared the air, it’s time to rid you both of those remaining clothes,” he murmured next to their ears.
Both men turned to stare at him with unbridled lust. Breathing unevenly while working to gain some semblance of control the two men tugged at viciously, he let go. He lowered to his knees and tapped at Monty’s trapped leg. “Lift.” His voice was unrecognizable, filled with passion.
He removed both of Monty’s boots and socks before ridding him of the remaining clothes. Once naked, Kendrick rose, stroking his hands over both men’s backsides.
The jean-clad one clenched and pushed into the touch. “Have you ever been tied to a bed before and kissed from head to toe by two men?” He aimed his question at Rue.
A jerky head shake was the reply.
Kendrick’s devilish smirk appeared when Monty whimpered. “Monty, shall we show Rue how much fun that can be?”
Monty took hold of Kendrick’s hand and Rue’s, dragging them to the doorway.
Kendrick met Rue’s wide-eyed look, chuckling when Rue went willingly. “I think we have our answer, Monty.”
Chapter Fourteen
Rue
Naked, aroused to the point of pain, tied to the bedposts, and spread-eagle, Rue had very little ability to distance himself from the two men crowding over him. Did he want to move away?
Goddesses, no.
It was a hell made of pleasure. His past experiences were no comparison. Not even the night before could compare. Kendrick was a master of sensual torment. He took what Rue thought wasn’t conceivable and made it so.
He shuddered at the next open-mouth kiss to the side of his neck, teeth dragged over the pulse leaping against the skin. A moan tore from him as another hot, wet mouth latched onto the hard bud of his nipple. Monty bit hard enough for a shard of pain to lodge in the base of his spine, curl under his balls and up his throbbing cock.
His untouched cock leaked onto his rippling abdomen, pooling and having no time to cool with what both men were doing to torment him. There was nothing but blissed-out pleasure circulating like the elixir of life through his body, replacing the need for blood. For oxygen. Rue was long past needing them, unsure how long they had tormented him, never wanting them to stop. His body was a mass of tingling flesh from every caress, stroke of fingers, tongues, cocks against him. They had touched him everywhere.
He cried out when a finger pressed on the base of the butt plug vibrating in his ass. A butt plug Kendrick had directed Monty to slip into his ass after using lubed fingers to prepare him. The low-level vibration was maddening, now it made him utter senseless, nonsensical words. “Urgh… wha… noooo… yessss… chri-ist…”
His muscles tensed and clenched at the maddening need to come, for someone to touch his cock, which bucked in time with his heartbeat. The brush of warm air over the head made him shout before a tongue jabbed into the slit. Nothing more than the tip delved in. Once, twice, three times and he howled, cum forcibly leaving his body to spurt like a geyser. Pain gripped him by the balls. Neck arching, his muscles strained, all the while he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t figure how to when his world became white pleasure. His brain shut off as it flooded through him faster than a dam being blown apart.
Rue groaned, rolling onto his back when his shoulder joint protested from his current position, only to find he couldn’t. His eyes flew open, the sleepiness disappearing at registering where he was. His arm was trapped under a warm body—Monty—and there was a solid wall of muscle pressed against his back—Kendrick.
He shut his eyes, breathing in their combined fragrance of sex, and attempted to recall exactly what had happened after he’d… blacked out after coming so hard he wasn’t sure his balls would ever forgive him. A pleasant ache remained as a reminder.
A wave of embarrassment heated his cheeks, making him glad of the surrounding darkness. He had no recollection of them untying him, in fact, he had no idea how he ended up cocooned in the middle of Monty and Kendrick.
For reasons he didn’t want to consider too hard, he was grateful there’d been no more talking. Talking in general, actually. What Kendrick had purposely started got Rue angry enough to rip off the festering plaster that held onto his feelings. Maybe not all of it, but enough to say why he hadn’t allowed Monty to get closer to him.
He ran a hand over his unshaven cheeks, rubbing and releasing a shuddery breath, unsure if they’d really fixed anything when, in two days, they would head back to Hazardville, leaving Kendrick behind.
Was it cowardice to use Kendrick as a shield?
He didn’t need to answer when he already felt the tug, low in his gut. He sighed quietly.
The mattress shifted and Rue felt the weight of a heavy arm on his chest before lips pressed to the pulse at the side of his throat.
“It’s gonna be alright,” Kendrick murmured sleepily, reading Rue better than most. “You’ll see, it’ll all work out.”
“How?” he whispered back, the fact nobody could see him allowed the fear to seep out.
