“Not a chance,” I promised him. After I finished mixing the last drinks of the night, I handed Daniel’s to him and put everything away. He started washing the glassware we’d dirtied, and I flashed him a quick smile of thanks. I followed him back to the sitting area and settled onto the couch opposite of him, draping my arm over the back. “So how weird are you guys? Do I need to worry about orgies on the weekends? Are you going to ask me to help hang a sex swing? Is Zach currently bound and gagged in your room as punishment? I mean, I would totally understand if he was. No offense, but he doesn’t seem to fit with the rest of you guys.”
“Uh, no. He’s…out for the night.” His lip curled up in a snarl, as though he wasn’t happy about whatever—or whoever—Zach was doing tonight. He cleared his throat a few times and tucked his chin, but I still caught the faint blush in his cheeks.
Interesting.
He’d been quick to assure me Zach wasn’t tied up, but there was no hiding the thick erection the image had caused. If I was smarter, that would have been a huge red flag that I needed to haul ass to my room and forget anything about tonight had happened. He didn’t want me, he’d only made a move because I was a warm, willing body.
No one had ever accused me of being smart. I scratched at the stubble on my jaw, staring at him long enough to make him squirm. Oh, how I’d love to know what he was thinking. I leaned in a bit closer, dropping my voice, even though I was pretty sure we were the only two in the suite tonight. “Tell me, Daniel…have you thought about stuffing something in Zach’s mouth? I’d bet you have.”
Daniel swallowed hard, sucking in slow, deep breaths. He squirmed on the couch. I placed a hand on his thigh, allowing the tips of my fingers to trace along the inner seam of his jeans. I knew it was a mistake. I knew we should wait for Zach to be here, so he knew my interest was in both of them, but it was hard to remember that when his erection pressed against his zipper and the band of bluish gray in his eyes was being swallowed by his pupils. He wanted this.
I leaned in closer. “Imagine all the fun we could have with him. Gagging him would keep him from lying to us, Daniel. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He’d do anything you asked of him, but he’d protest the entire time.”
“Zach’s not gay,” Daniel protested, his voice thick with need. “He freaked out when my hand brushed against his hip when we were—”
I pursed my lips to stifle my laughter. I could only imagine where he was going with that sentence. “Just because he was surprised didn’t mean he wasn’t curious. What if he was freaking out because of how much he liked it? Maybe he needs us to pull him out of his shell and show him how much better it is to get head from a guy. Imagine how good he’s gonna feel when we introduce him to his prostate. He’ll be putty in our hands.”
There was no point in hiding my arousal. I leaned back, reaching into my sweats to adjust my cock. Daniel grunted, biting down on his lip. Yeah, he needed this.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” I ran the flat of my tongue along the side of his neck. Fuck, if the slightly salty tang of his skin tasted that good, I couldn’t wait for him to fill my mouth. “We’ll have to ease him into it, but I’ll bet you a hundred dollars he’ll be begging for more by the time we’re done with him.”
“But he’s never…” I watched Daniel as he tried to come up with a protest. There was none, and the longer he thought about it, the more he squirmed. He clamped his hand around my fingers. “I don’t want this to fuck up my friendship with him. He doesn’t know how I feel because he’d hate me.”
“You’re wrong,” I argued. “Remember, I’m the one who sits around watching instead of jumping into the chaos around here. He wants you and that scares him.”
“He can’t,” Daniel protested. “We’ve lived together for two years. I’d know by now.”
“He does,” I insisted before leaning in to press a chaste kiss at the corner of Daniel’s jaw. He shivered, and I smiled with my lips still pressed against his skin. “You have to remember, I see him when you're not around. He's different outside the suite. Less guarded. It's almost like he has nothing to lose.”
“And what about you?” Daniel asked. I had to give him credit for that. A lot of guys would have taken the open door and crashed through it, not giving a damn about anyone as long as they got what they needed. But that wasn't the type of guy he was. Daniel kept everything close to his chest, but he struck me as someone who cared deeply. Maybe that was part of why this shit with Zach was so hard on him.
“What about me?” I wasn't about to insult him by admitting I fully expected to be cast aside at some point, much less that I'd be okay with that as long as it brought the two of them together.
“What do you want?” Daniel scooted back on the couch, trying to put a bit of space between us. “I’m good with it if this is nothing more than a way for you to have a bit of kinky fun, but I can't be wondering where your head is at while I’m worrying about whether I’m screwing things up with Zach.”
“God, it’s no wonder Zach’s half in love with you already,” I mused. I leaned in, kissing his forehead. “You're so sweet. I bet you're one of those guys who always thinks about everyone else ahead of your own needs.”
“Not always. If I was the saint you’re trying to make me out to be, I wouldn't have agreed to do half of the things I did with Zach last spring,” he admitted. His cheeks turned a pretty shade of red and he pressed his thighs together, drawing my attention to the impossibly hard erection between his legs.
“One of these days, you're going to tell me all about that,” I warned him.
“No way.” His cheeks flushed brighter. He glanced past me as if trying to figure out how to escape.
“You absolutely are,” I insisted. I combed my fingers through the back of his hair, leaning in close enough I knew he'd feel my breath against his skin. “Do you know why?”
Daniel shook his head furiously. When I chuckled, he sucked in a sharp breath, drawing in on himself. If it wasn’t for his ragged breaths and the cock trying to escape his jeans, I might have worried I’d pushed him too far.
“Because no matter what you say, you're dying to find out what I can do to you,” I observed, sliding my hand higher on his thigh, tugging his legs apart. It would be too damn easy for me to flick open the button on his jeans and give him a bit of relief. But tonight, I wanted him to go to bed desperate and trying to figure out why he wouldn’t touch himself. “And if part of getting what you want means giving me the dirty, dirty details of not only what the two of you did but what you wished you could do, you’ll do it.”
“Is this some sort of game do you?” Daniel challenged. I couldn't help the chuckle that slipped past my lips.
“Give me half a chance and you'll find out just how did serious I am.” By this point, my fingers were less than an inch away from the hard outline of his dick. He lifted his hips off the cushion, urging me closer. Instead, I pulled my hand away.
“What about Zach?” he asked breathlessly.
“What about him?” I buried my face in the crook of Daniel’s neck.
“Do you want him, too?” Daniel was fucking adorable when he scrunched his nose. If I wasn’t mistaken, and I didn’t think I was, Daniel wasn’t sure how to feel about having to share my attention.
