He saw it in the glazed over, blissed-out look in Everett’s eyes, and he witnessed it in the frantic way Caleb made his way across the floor. With Bastian, Jayne had been minimized, but with Caleb and Everett, he was limitless.
They had given themselves to Jayne, and Jayne took from them everything he wanted.
It wasn’t long before Caleb slotted himself between Jayne’s legs. Once he had, he nuzzled the inside of Jayne’s thigh, the scratchy stubble of his beard a coarse contrast to the softness of his burning cheek. Everett, whose lips were still setting, and who was still too exhausted from his orgasm to do much of anything but rest, whimpered once with need.
“You don’t need to be sad,” Jayne told Everett as he stroked Caleb’s hair, pushing it back from his damp forehead. “You’ll have your turn, too. I promise. For now, catch your breath and let your knot deflate. When we play, I want you to be at your best.”
Everett bowed his head in understanding, so Jayne focused on Caleb, who waited patiently between his thighs.
“Do you think you can swallow me?” Jayne asked. He petted Caleb’s hair sweetly, keeping careful watch for signs that Caleb was no longer enjoying himself. If Jayne saw any signs of distress or reluctance, he’d stop right away. No matter how hot their game was, it would never matter more to him than his partners’ enjoyment. “Do you think you can work those pretty lips of yours down my shaft? I wanna see what you can do, baby. I wanna see how good those red lips of yours can suck.”
Caleb kissed the inside of Jayne’s thigh, then kissed inward, following Jayne’s leg to his groin. He kissed over the exfoliated skin of Jayne’s bare groin, then set his lips on the base of Jayne’s cock. To Jayne’s delight, no trace of red was left behind. God bless the nameless sales associate who’d steered Caleb and Everett true. Jayne wasn’t going to have to clean red rings off his dick—or have to worry about leaving them behind.
“Mm, that’s it.” For now, Jayne only stroked Caleb’s hair. The man was so on edge that even a slight tug likely would set him off, and Jayne didn’t want him coming until the time was right. “Make out with my big cock, baby. Kiss it all over. You’re in love with it, aren’t you? Addicted to it…”
Caleb moaned in agreement and kept kissing, at times nuzzling Jayne’s shaft as he did. The desperation with which he moved turned Jayne on more than ever, and he had to shift his thighs and guide Caleb’s head away for a few seconds to stave off orgasm. Caleb occupied himself by kissing Jayne’s thigh, unwilling to stop.
“If you keep kissing my cock like that, you’re going to make me come,” Jayne said. He guided Caleb to his shaft, and Caleb resumed his worship. “I don’t want that—not yet. Not until I see how pretty your lips look when they’re locked around my cock.”
Caleb looked up at him, his dark eyes turned wild with lust. With tremendous tenderness, he introduced his tongue to Jayne’s shaft mid kiss, then traced upward until he hit the underside of Jayne’s glans. As soon as his tongue wedged itself beneath that shallow dip, it flicked, and Jayne had no choice but to gasp in delight. Pleasure rocketed through him, drawing his balls taut and pushing him toward orgasm. He grabbed Caleb roughly by the hair, but Caleb had already stopped—he set his lips on Jayne’s crown instead, looked into his eyes, and swallowed him to the hilt.
“Holyshit!” Jayne squeaked. His grip on Caleb’s hair tightened, and he thrust into his mouth a few times, unable to help himself. The warm, wet tightness that enveloped him was too tempting to resist, and the look in Caleb’s eyes made Jayne weak. “Fuck!”
Nothing stopped Caleb. When Jayne’s cock went too far and made him choke, he spluttered around Jayne’s length, but only pulled back enough to catch his breath. When Jayne pushed his way in again, greedy for that fluttering tightness, Caleb gagged and coughed, but stayed in place for as long as he could while Jayne fucked his throat. The sight of his red lips around Jayne’s cock was obscene. Jayne never wanted to stop.
“Fucking take it, baby,” Jayne gasped. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been so breathless—the last time a man had made him lose control. “Take it deep. Choke on it. Love feeling how you tighten around me. Love being inside you.”
Caleb moaned and pushed his head forward until his nose was flush with Jayne’s pubis. Jayne, desperately wanting more, secured his hands behind Caleb’s head and thrust into him in rapid succession, knowing Caleb couldn’t hold the position for long, and wanting to enjoy it as much as he could before he had to let go. Sure enough, no more than a few seconds later, Caleb tapped vigorously and Jayne let go. Caleb sank onto his haunches, keeping Jayne’s tip in his mouth, but not much else. The cold, hot; cold, hot pattern as Caleb inhaled and exhaled around Jayne’s cock was intoxicating.
Jayne hadn’t anticipated that it would feel so amazing.
“Feels so fucking good, baby,” Jayne praised. He arched his hips so his tip ran along Caleb’s tongue. How much precum was he spilling into him? How much of a taste was Caleb getting for his body? Jayne shivered at the thought and repeated the gesture, making sure Caleb got everything he could. There was no more doubt where he needed to come—Caleb needed to taste him. Nothing else would do. “You like it when I breed your throat? You like being used like this?”
The moan Caleb produced buzzed the length of Jayne’s cock and sank into his balls.
“Yeah, you do.” Jayne smoothed Caleb’s hair. He glanced away from Caleb to check in on Everett, who’d recovered from Caleb’s lap dance. His knot, while not entirely deflated, had shrunk to a manageable size, and his cock was as stiff as it had been before he’d come. “Such a good boy. You’re so good, I think you’ve inspired Everett. What do you say we let him join us, hmm?”
Everett’s lips weren’t dry yet—Jayne could tell by how glossy they were—but he didn’t care. The thought of Everett making a mess all over Jayne’s cock made Jayne want him even more.
“Ev-Everett?” Caleb gasped, parting from Jayne’s cock to speak. “Please,please,can he?”
“We’ll have to ask him and see.” Jayne raked his fingers through Caleb’s hair, keeping him by his lap, while he looked at Everett. “Do you want to come swallow me, too, Everett? I think you’re ready to play.”
Everett made a breathless noise of need and scrambled to slot himself between Jayne’s legs. To give him more room, Jayne hooked one knee over Caleb’s shoulder and the other over Everett’s. With them kneeling on the floor and him seated on the couch, they had perfect access to his cock.
“Pretty boys,” Jayne cooed. He ran his free hand through Everett’s hair and secured it behind his head, drawing him forward. While Caleb moved back to kiss and tongue Jayne’s tip, Everett sank to his base, kissing all along his balls and up his shaft. Jayne stroked their hair while they pleasured him, then let his head fall back and sucked in a needy breath.
He’d brought two men to their knees and demanded they submit to him, and they had.
Was there any higher feeling than this?
Jayne only lifted his head again when Caleb and Everett’s affection stopped. Something had passed between them while Jayne wasn’t looking—they’d stopped lavishing him with attention so they could kiss each other.
Caleb’s tongue slipped into Everett’s mouth, and Everett grabbed Caleb’s ass in return, pulling him closer. During the previous week, Jayne had seen them touch, but it had never been like this. As a couple, they had always looked like they were in love, but now that Jayne had entered their sexual equation, it was like they couldn’t get enough of each other.
It made Jayne yearn for both of them.
Caleb’s tongue retreated, and Everett’s gave chase. As Everett took control of their kiss, his hands found their way to Caleb’s nipples, and he rolled them between his forefinger and thumb. Caleb moaned and bucked forward, and had it not been for Jayne’s legs anchoring them in place, he was sure they would have both fallen to the floor.
