Jayne created an X on the center of Caleb’s upper lip with the pigment, each upper arm following the inward curve of Caleb’s Cupid’s bow. Then, moving from the bottom corner of Caleb’s lip, he flicked the brush upward and left a streak of red. Everett watched, rapt, his excitement growing the more Jayne colored Caleb’s lips. It shouldn’t have been exciting, but it was.
Jayne wasn’t only drawing them into his world—he was testing their limits and marking them as his.
His.
Everett squeezed his eyes shut and tried to fight off the sudden surge of arousal that pulsed through him, but there was no holding it back. As Jayne finished painting Caleb’s lips, Everett ran his hand along Jayne’s fly to the bulge behind it. Denim separated them, but Everett had no problem imagining Jayne’s hardened cock wrapped in his hand, its pink head glossy from spilled precum, its shaft smooth and velvety soft.
Jayne made a small noise of startled pleasure, then pushed his bulge into Everett’s hand. Working quickly, he capped the tube, tossed it onto the couch, and set his forehead on Caleb’s shoulder while he pleasured himself. Everett couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so hot.
“Fuck,” Jayne whispered. He clung to Caleb for support while grinding into Everett’s palm. “Mm,fuck,baby, have I been ignoring you too long? Is it time for us to play?”
“Yes.” Everett squeezed, and to his delight, Jayne sucked in a breath and melted against Caleb. “Come play with me. It’s my turn.”
Jayne’s hips moved with urgency, pushing him into Everett again and again. Caleb, who was beneath him, was treated to equal pleasure—every time Jayne rocked forward, he put pressure on Caleb’s groin, teasing him.
“C-Caleb,” Jayne gasped, racked by pleasure. “You’re going to have to be good and let your liquid lipstick dry, okay? I’m gonna—” Jayne pinched off the last syllable with a high-pitched moan. “—gonna play with Everett now, okay?”
“Don’t go,” Caleb begged. “Don’t you fucking dare go. You feel too good.”
“I’ll feel good later, too,” Jayne promised. He pulled back and seemed seconds away from climbing onto Everett’s lap when he stopped. “But before I leave you, there’s one more thing we have to do. Open your mouth for me, baby. Open those pretty red lips.”
Caleb did as he was told, and once he had, Jayne introduced his index finger to Caleb’s mouth.
“Suck,” Jayne told him.
And Caleb did.
Bright red lips, still shimmering from the liquid lipstick Jayne had painted them with, closed around Jayne’s narrow finger. Eyes closed save the smallest sliver, Caleb made a show of sucking, bobbing his head in a slow but steady rhythm that made Everett wish it was his cock in Caleb’s mouth instead of Jayne’s finger.
“Yes,” Jayne praised. He moved his finger in and out, matching Caleb’s pace, then removed the digit with a wet pop. “That’s it, babe. That’s it. You won’t get any red on those pretty teeth of yours. Now, be good and let those lips dry, and soon enough, I’ll be back to play with you again, okay?”
Caleb nodded. Everett couldn’t blame him for his lack of response—if Jayne had been riding his lap, he wouldn’t have been able to speak, either.
Jayne pushed into Everett’s hand one last time, then dismounted from Caleb and straddled Everett’s thighs. He draped his arms over Everett’s shoulders, much like he’d done to Caleb, and worked his hips so their clothed cocks bumped together. With a delicate sigh, Jayne nuzzled Everett’s cheek, then moved in to whisper against his earlobe. “You made me so horny I can’t stand it. What am I going to do with you?”
Everett had a pretty good idea, but he never got to share it. Jayne began to work his hips, and Everett’s mind went blank. From there on out, there was only touch, taste, sound, and the building desire inside to let Jayne do whatever he wanted for however long he wanted, over and over again.
32
Caleb
Jayne was not as gentle with Everett. Once he’d settled on his lap, Jayne ran both of his hands through Everett’s hair, then tugged Everett to him. Their lips met, their teeth clacked, and when Jayne drew back, Everett’s lips were swollen from their kiss.
It turned Caleb the fuck on.
“Wash this,” Jayne said. At first, it wasn’t clear who he was talking to, but when he picked up the beauty blender and tossed it at Caleb, Caleb clued in. He caught the small pink sponge and looked down at it, mystified. Of all the crazy shit he’d gotten off on over the years, being ordered to clean another man’s beauty sponge was the strangest, but damn if Jayne’s command didn’t set his libido on fire. No third had ever come into their home anddemandedthat Caleb or Everett do anything—but then again, Jayne wasn’t just a third, was he? As far as Caleb’s heart was concerned, he was so much more. “If the associate didn’t get you to buy cleanser, then a drop of dish soap will do. When you come back with it, I need it damp, and for Everett’s sake, soap-free. Washing out his mouth isn’t going to get rid of any of the filth in his mind, is it?”
No. No, it wouldn’t, and Caleb didn’t want it to. As far as he was concerned, the filthier Everett’s mind got, the better. Seeing him hard for Jayne made Caleb ache for them both, but seeing Everett lose himself so entirely to lust? It drove Caleb crazy.
While Jayne tugged Everett’s lips back to his, Caleb rose and hurried to the kitchen to wash the sponge. The foundation was surprisingly difficult to remove, and by the time the blender was clean and Caleb made it back to the living room, Jayne had thrown off Everett’s shirt and tugged Everett’s pants down to his thighs. With every kiss, Jayne wiggled his ass and sank down onto Everett’s barely clothed cock.
Caleb almost dropped the blender.
“Mmph?” Jayne mumbled, breaking away from the kiss to look at Caleb. Arousal had set in completely, and it showed on Jayne’s face—his pupils were blown out, and his posture had loosened. “Mm, you’re back. Thank you. Why don’t you come join us? Your lips probably aren’t set yet, but that doesn’t mean you have to miss out on all the fun. I’m sure there are—” Jayne ran his hands down Everett’s bare chest, his fingertips passing over the buds of Everett’s hardened nipples, “—ways you can play that won’t ruin your look.”
Caleb was helpless but to obey. Head rushing, he sat beside Everett and Jayne. Jayne had pushed himself flat against Everett’s chest and was selecting makeup from the couch cushion behind him while he wiggled his hips and teased Everett’s cock. Everett, eyes closed, held Jayne by the waist and pushed up into him in time with Jayne’s movements. Both of them were still clothed, but the motion made it easy to imagine what they’d look like if they were making love.
Caleb paused.
