“You perfect thing,” he said, lifting his head. “Do you want to taste it?”
Jonah’s mouth watered. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak, but Rafe glanced down just as his cock jerked, and the corners of his mouth twitched into something that wasn’t quite a smile.
Rafe pulled Jonah close and kissed him again before he changed their positions. He moved up the bed, resting against the headboard, legs spread wide. Jonah stared at him for a moment. Rafe wantedhim,and he looked like—
Rafe let out a sudden disgruntled noise and surged forward, tugging on the chain connected to Jonah’s nipples. Jonah groaned, following the insistent pressure forward until he’d settled between Rafe’s legs.
“Where did you go?” Rafe asked.
Jonah shook his head. “Nowhere, I just – You’re…”
He trailed off, face flushed again. Rafe laughed quietly and ran his free hand through Jonah’s hair. The other was still pulling on the chain just enough that Jonah’s nipples throbbed.
“You’re just what I want, Jonah,” Rafe murmured. “Though I could decorate you more.” His hand slid down to Jonah’s throat, one big hand encircling the front with ease. “A collar, maybe? A matching plug for when we’re done?”
Jonah found himself panting. Rafe smiled and finally let go of the chain, leaning forward to brush their lips together. “Maybe later,” he said and chuckled at Jonah’s answering whine. “For now, I want that pretty mouth of yours on my cock.”
Jonah nodded, scrambling to obey. He licked along the length of Rafe’s cock, tracing the ridges even as the flavour of his natural lubricant burst over Jonah’s tongue. He tasted almost… sweet. It wasn’t unpleasant, that was for certain.
After pressing sucking kisses along the length of him, Jonah took the head of Rafe’s cock into his mouth. Rafe groaned. He wasn’t as tight a fit as Damon had been, but still, Jonah couldn’t take the full length of him, not at first. He took deep breaths every time he lifted up, forcing more of Rafe’s cock inside on each bob of his head.
Above him, Rafe groaned again. One hand rested on the back of Jonah’s head, playing with his hair.
Jonah froze when he heard footsteps entering the room. Rafe brushed his hair back from his face. “Keep going.”
Jonah’s eyes flicked up. Rafe looked amused by his pause, his sudden self-consciousness in front of the others. What wasthe point of it? After all, by now, only Ez and Torin hadn’t fucked him.
Jonah moaned when he swallowed Rafe down again, and Rafe echoed the sound when his cock finally hit the back of Jonah’s throat. His hand tightened for a second, keeping Jonah there, and Jonah gasped for breath when he pulled off, saliva and slick dripping down his chin.
“Don’t stop on our account,” Finley called, and Rafe let out a quiet warning growl. There was a quiet laugh, and then the others were silent again, though Jonah thought he could hear movement.
“Again, Jonah,” Rafe said. “You want to swallow my cum, don’t you?”
Jonah nodded and ducked his head, swallowing Rafe’s cock again. He ran his tongue along the ridges, and when Rafe held him in place, he squeezed his eyes shut as he struggled to breathe. At some point, Rafe took over, fucking himself with Jonah’s mouth, and Jonah rocked his hips against the sheets, desperate for friction. Pleasure curled in his belly and made his limbs shake.
He made eye contact with Rafe again, half-choking on his cock, and Rafe’s eyes flashed gold. “Shit,” he hissed, and then he was pulling Jonah’s hair so hard it hurt as he unloaded down Jonah’s throat.
Jonah choked and sputtered as he pulled off, his cock still desperately hard despite himself. His throat felt raw, and he stayed still when Rafe ran his fingers through the mess dripping down Jonah’s chin. He pushed his cum-covered fingers into Jonah’s mouth and Jonah sucked them clean.
“Such a good boy,” Rafe murmured. “Turn around, now.”
Chapter Four
Jonah shuffled around on his knees, swallowing when he saw Finley, Damon, and Torin sitting on the squat sofa that faced the bed. He’d hardly noticed it when he’d entered the room, too caught up in Rafe and what they were about to do.
Finley grinned when Jonah met his gaze. He had his cock in his hand already, though he was holding himself still. Torin was sitting in Damon’s lap this time, head resting against his shoulder as he watched Jonah with half-lidded eyes. Damon’s gaze was as intense as ever, his hands curled tightly around Torin’s hips.
“See how much they want you?” Rafe murmured. He pressed up against Jonah’s back, breath hot over his ear. “If I told them they could have you, they’d fight for who was first to enter you.”
Jonah let out a whimpering breath. He pushed back against Rafe, who chuckled darkly. “Be a good boy, now. You had me waiting long enough. Misbehave and you’ll be punished.”
The words were heavy and final and shot straight to Jonah’s cock. He gasped and saw Torin’s lips quirk in response.
“I’ll be good,” he murmured.
Rafe kissed the spot beneath his ear. “I know you will.”
He pushed Jonah forward so he was on his hands and knees, arse in the air. Jonah dropped his eyes to the sheets. He couldn’t keep looking at the others as Rafe ran a hand down his spine and squeezed his arse cheeks, spreading them wide.
