“We can do enema play another night,” Ryker said, amused at August’s disappointment.
Steve didn’t get the appeal at all. He wanted the end result of Dylan being clean inside, but he wanted no part in the process to get him there.
“I’m going to dress up,” August announced, looking down at his dress shirt and suit pants. He stroked over his flat stomach. “I want to wear something intimidating.”
“Don’t go too over the top,” Ryker cautioned. “This is a special night.”
“I won’t,” August promised. He walked out of the room, leaving Steve alone with Ryker.
“You look good in my clothes,” Ryker said, approaching him. Steve swallowed, looking around the dimly lit room as Ryker came closer, his pulse speeding up the closer the alpha got.
“Thank you,” he said, fidgeting as Ryker came to a stop in front of him. He was close enough that Steve could feel the heat of his body against his skin. Ryker observed him, tilting his head and looking at him with a warm gaze.
“You’d look good out of my clothes, too,” Ryker said. He reached over and pushed his finger into the waistband of Steve’s pants, feeling along the leather and brushing the back of his finger against Steve’s groin. He stepped closer, leaning in so that his lips were hovering directly in front of Steve’s mouth. “Such a pretty alpha.”
Ryker closed the gap between them, licking gently across Steve’s bottom lip, his breaths warm against Steve’s mouth. He could smell him, musky goodness and the spicy scent of alpha, and he knew that if he dropped to his knees and pushed his face into Ryker’s crotch, the delicious smell would be even more intense.
Ryker slipped another finger into Steve’s pants, pushing down and brushing over the root of his cock. Steve gasped, his gut clenching as heat shot through his groin and up his spine.
“Are you ready to claim our omega?” Ryker asked, still licking at Steve’s mouth. He took Steve’s bottom lip between his teeth, squeezing down gently before letting go and shoving his tongue into his mouth.
“Yes,” Steve gasped, grabbing at Ryker’s waist and clenching his hands tight in his shirt.
“Are you going to make it good for him?” Ryker bent his neck and scraped his teeth over Steve’s chin, biting playfully at his jaw. “Are you going to show August and I how well you fuck?”
Steve shuddered, feeling like he was going to come apart as Ryker pushed further into his pants and wrapped his hand around his cock, still licking and biting at his jaw.
“Yes, alpha,” Steve said, his hips thrusting in an attempt to make Ryker’s hand on his cock grab him a little firmer.
It had the opposite effect. Ryker released his grip, pulling his hand out of Steve’s pants and grabbing him by the jaw instead.
“Save it for our omega, okay?”
Steve closed his eyes and nodded. Ryker kissed him again, tender and slow, and then released him.
“August, you look nice,” Ryker said.
Steve opened his eyes, looking toward the door where August was standing. He was dressed in a pair of leather pants that looked almost identical to the ones Steve was wearing, the leather clinging to his thighs and hugging his bulge, and a pair of knee-high boots that gleamed under the dim lights coming from the ceiling.
He was shirtless, and Steve wondered if he’d oiled up his chest, because he wasglistening.
“Very nice,” Steve agreed, wondering if he should oil up his chest, too.
Wouldn’t that stain the sheets?
“Two leather masters and a business daddy,” Ryker said, rolling up the sleeves on his shirt and undoing one more button over his chest. “Dylan should enjoy that.”
“Business daddy?” August asked, walking toward them.
“That’s what I am, apparently,” Ryker said, not looking too displeased with the moniker. “Or so Dylan says.”
“He’s right,” August agreed. “You have this whole boardroom dom thing going for you. It’s hot.”
Ryker kissed him, and Steve felt a flare of jealousy as the kiss deepened. Then the jealousy petered out and he was left enjoying the show.
The door to the bathroom opened, causing Ryker and August to break apart, the three of them all turning to watch Dylan step out of the bathroom.
He was naked, with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still wet from the shower.
