He had never thought to expect this, but the dark, authoritarian quality in Ian’s voice made him want it even more.
“First, give him a broad stroke of your tongue,” Ian encouraged, and so Matthieu agreed. Geoffrey tasted of salt and soap and other, richer flavors that Matthieu couldn’t describe, but that he knew belonged to Geoffrey, and Geoffrey alone.
Matthieu loved it.
“Good. Now tease him with the tip. Exactly. I see you like this nearly as much as he does. Your cock is dripping just as much.”
Matthieu, overcome by pleasure, pulled back to take a breath. A strand of clear precum dangled from the tip of his cock, and he ached to…
To what?
Under Ian’s influence, his mind fired in so many new directions, he didn’t know which way to go. For Ian, he longed to submit—to entrust his pleasure to another as freely as Geoffrey entrusted Ian with his—but for Geoffrey, that wasn’t what Matthieu wanted.
It wasn’t what he wanted at all.
Geoffrey, who was elegant and too beautiful for words, who succumbed in the bedroom like he was born to serve, deserved more.
Matthieu wanted to fill him.
He wanted to see Geoffrey’s hips jerk as he took Matthieu’s cock deep inside, and watch him find the same release with Matthieu that he already did with Ian.
“No, I didn’t say stop, Matthieu.” Ian raked his teeth along Matthieu’s shoulder, making Matthieu shiver. “I own you, legally. My father signed the papers, as did I, and they were duly witnessed by the head counsel. He’s the one whose ass you’re licking, in case you’re wondering. You have no rights, pet, as I’m sure you’re well aware, and yet you’ve put yourself entirely at the whims of my mercy. So do what you’re told, omega. Service the man I love; the man who loves me. Feel his pleasure rebound onto you, and let yours rebound onto him.”
Buried between Geoffrey’s cheeks, Matthieu was compelled to obey. As yearning grew within him, encouraged by Ian’s filthy mouth, Matthieu gave himself to his cause, investing everything he had into making Geoffrey moan.
As he worked, a new sensation seized him—pleasure. Ian had taken Matthieu’s dick in hand and started to stroke. Lubricant was spread against his palm, and it coated Matthieu’s cock upon contact.
“This isn’t your dick I’m stroking, Matthieu,” Ian whispered while he worked Matthieu with increased urgency. “It’shis,because through you, he can feel it. Listen to him moan. I know he’s all hot silk under your tongue.”
The pleasure became too great, and Matthieu had to draw back from Geoffrey’s body to moan. Ian’s hand tightened, bringing momentary pain, then startling pleasure. With a howl, Matthieu returned to rimming Geoffrey’s hole, but even as he did, he bucked wildly into Ian’s clenched hand.
“Did I say stop?” Ian asked as his hand tightened. “Exactly, no, I didn’t. But I do so like it when you try to fuck my fist. Push your tongue inside him and fuck him with it. God, yes. Just like that. I want to hear him scream, Matthieu. Make Geoff scream for me. If you do, I’ll let you come. Come before he does, and you’ll regret it.”
Caught between Ian’s voice and Geoffrey’s emotions, Matthieu was a lost thing, acting on the orders spilled into his ear and pulled along by the undertow of Geoffrey’s desire. Everything out of Ian’s mouth was wrong and perfect; harmonious and discordant. His actions likewise. Despite his crude words, his touch was sure and utterly perfect. Too perfect, as Matthieu was perilously close to coming, between Ian’s firm hand and the waves of Geoffrey’s pleasure.
Ian began to speak to Geoffrey, but the words were intended for both of them—what was a command for Geoffrey was a promise of things yet to come for Matthieu. “Come for me, old man. Come untouched by my hand or his. I know you can, baby. I want you to come for me, then scream for both of us, because our Matthieu deserves a treat, don’t you think? He’s been remarkably good. But then, I suppose he’s been well-trained to please.” Ian accompanied that with a hard squeeze to Matthieu’s cock. He gasped in gratitude, because it drove his looming orgasm back, but also because that little jolt of pain was what pushed Geoffrey over the edge.
Geoffrey screamed, and screamed, and screamed. For both of them.
Ian pulled Matthieu back by his hair, then kissed his rather wet mouth. “Such a good little omega you are, pet. Such a good boy, aren’t you?”
Part of Matthieu’s dazed brain bridled at that, but the rest agreed. “Oui,” he whimpered. “Merde. Oui.”
“I want you to fuck him, Matthieu. Fuck our dirty old man. Own his ass like I already own it. Like I own yours. Take him and come inside him.”
Both Matthieu and Geoffrey moaned, each feeding off the desire and pleasure of the other. A dark undercurrent connected them, separate from their bond, that felt as unyielding and satisfying as Ian’s filthy mouth, like Ian was there with them, coaxing them from within as much as he did from without. It was all impossible, and yet, it continued, seemingly with no notion of ever stopping.
“Fuck him,” Ian ordered. “Fuck him now.”
Matthieu nearly protested that he didn’t know how, but that was nonsense. It was simple. Omega or not, his body knew what to do. It might not do it well, or for long, but it knew. He held his cock at Geoffrey’s entrance. It was soft and open, but not like an omega’s would be. “I do not wish to hurt him,” Matthieu whispered in French, the words strained beneath the weight of his growing need.
“You won’t hurt him,” Ian soothed, kissing the side of Matthieu’s neck. “He’s had me inside him. He can take you.”
Again, part of Matthieu bristled, but it was overruled by sheer animal desire.Want. Need. Take.He pushed into Geoffrey, who groaned and cried out.
Ian petted and stroked Geoffrey’s hair as he sank his teeth into Matthieu’s neck and sucked hard, making his own mark there.
Matthieu began to move inside Geoffrey, whose cries had become sobs, but ones of utter pleasure and fulfillment.
