A pleasant shiver seized Jayne. It made its home in the small of his back, then shot up and buried itself between his shoulder blades. Heart racing, he put his hand over Everett’s and ran his thumb over the back of his hand, memorizing the softness of his skin. Goosebumps shot up Jayne’s arm, but he barely had time to notice them—Caleb had taken his hand, and a new surge of emotion struck. Jayne’s racing heart skipped a beat. He turned his hand so they were palm to palm, and Caleb wove their fingers together.
Without a word, Everett leaned forward. He kept one hand on Jayne’s calf and flattened the other on the floor, using it to brace himself. Jayne looked into his eyes, his heart caught between beating itself to exhaustion and stopping dead in its tracks. One corner of Everett’s lips twitched upward, and he turned his head to the side to brush their lips together. It wasn’t a kiss—it was a request for permission.
Jayne gave it.
Eyes closed, he parted his lips and initiated a kiss that stole his breath away. Everett’s lips were firm, but yielding—they gave in to Jayne’s demands and let Jayne set the pace. The first stirrings of arousal swirled in Jayne’s gut, but a curious feeling accompanied it that Jayne wasn’t sure he recognized. It stretched between his lungs like lace made of tissue paper, beautiful, yet impossibly fragile. Pressure built behind his ribs, but didn’t constrict him, and as Everett came closer, dropping his hand from Jayne’s calf so he could cup the side of Jayne’s face and deepen the kiss, Jayne realized what it was—desire. Profound, robust, unabashed desire. His whole life long, it had never felt like this before—never felt so good.
“Fuck,” Caleb murmured. The word was light and airy; vulnerable, yet charged. It was like seeing Jayne and Everett together pleased him as much as if he were the one being kissed. Jayne, surprised, pulled back from Everett and opened his eyes. The tips of Caleb’s ears had gone red, and his lips had parted slightly, his bottom lip a temptation that Jayne couldn’t resist. With a squeeze of Caleb’s hand, Jayne refocused his attention, grabbed him by the front of the shirt, and pulled Caleb to him.
This time, Jayne wasn’t afraid—he initiated the kiss, and it was perfect.
Caleb, whose lips were softer than Everett’s, but whose stubble roughened his kiss, hesitated before kissing Jayne back. Jayne abandoned his hold on Caleb’s shirt and wove his fingers through his hair instead, tugging in a gentle but firm way that made Caleb moan with delight. It was all it took to get him going. Caleb pushed Jayne back until the coffee table behind him scraped across the floor, and they tumbled down together, their kiss no longer soft and sweet, but desperate.
“Holy fuck.” Everett spoke so softly that Jayne wouldn’t have heard him if it hadn’t been for the way his voice cracked, split open by exponentially growing need. “Oh, holy fuck, Caleb… Jayne…”
“Good ‘holy fuck’?” Caleb asked against Jayne’s lips before starting their kiss over again. Jayne tugged on his hair, and Caleb growled into his mouth.
Jayne’s already hardened cock throbbed.
“Good holy fuck,” Everett confirmed. He dropped down beside them, and Jayne saw his chance—much like he had with Caleb, he grabbed hold of Everett’s hair and drew him close. Everett moaned and kissed the corners of Jayne’s and Caleb’s mouths. “So fucking good,” he whispered. Husky, low-rolling notes of wonder carried his words. “Can’t get enough of you together.”
“Good,” Jayne said, turning his head away from Caleb so he could kiss Everett in full. When Everett was breathless and gasping against his lips, Jayne continued. “Then you won’t get bored when I take you and Caleb to bed tonight, will you?”
Everett moaned and pushed Caleb aside, pinning Jayne down to the floor in his stead. His answer carried in his kiss.
31
Everett
Everett was no stranger to sex. Over his years at The Shepherd, he’d seen it all—tall, burly men in suits who stripped down to nothing more than a collar and a cock cage for young men half their age, suspension play, pain turned to pleasure, anonymous orgies—and yet, when Jayne tugged him into place by his hair and dominated their kiss, Everett’s heart pounded. Apart from the threesomes he had regularly with Caleb and their weekend conquests, Everett had always thought himself to be vanilla between the sheets. Now, with his cock rock hard from a single display of dominance, he wasn’t so sure.
What he knew for certain was that no matter what Jayne liked in bed, Everett wanted to give it to him.
“Everett,fuck,stop kissing him!” Caleb shoved Everett’s shoulder. “How the hell am I supposed to carry him into our bedroom when you keep humping him into the floor?”
Everett pulled away from the kiss, dazed. It hadn’t occurred to him that he’d been doing anything other than kissing; now that he’d come back to reality, he found that wasn’t true. Not only had he displaced Caleb and climbed on top of Jayne, but he’d been working his aching cock in subtle but definitive ways against Jayne’s.
Jayne’s cheeks were flushed, and his eyes partially lidded. His lips, plump from Caleb and Everett’s attention, were gorgeous and full even without the nude lipstick Jayne had worn on the first night they’d met. An erection tented the denim of Jayne’s jeans.
“It’s no big deal,” Jayne said. Slowly he sat up and looked between Caleb and Everett, then raked his teeth over his bottom lip. The gesture was sexually charged, and it took more restraint than Everett cared to admit to keep from kissing Jayne again. “I’m not ready to go to bed, anyway. I want to do something first.”
Everett hesitated, then asked, “What?”
Jayne smirked. “I want to play.”
A million thoughts rushed through Everett’s mind. Handcuffs, collars, cages, clamps, and plugs… but getting a read on what Jayne was into proved impossible. All Everett knew was that the glint in Jayne’s eyes was devilish, and that meant whatever was about to happen wasn’t going to be innocent.
Caleb asked the question Everett wasn’t bold enough to speak. “Play?”
“Mmhm.” Jayne plucked a tube from the coffee table and rolled it across his palm, eyeing Caleb and Everett as he did. “It’d be rude not to. You and Everett went all out on a gift for me, and I don’t want you to think I’m not appreciative.”
Makeup?
What kind of trouble could Jayne get into with makeup?
Everett couldn’t figure it out.
“So I was thinking…” Jayne turned at the waist and collected a few other things from the table—tubes and jars, a few brushes, and what looked to be an egg made out of pink sponge. “With so much here to test out, I’ll need some help. I can only put so much makeup on my own face, but on three faces?”
