He was certain of one thing, instantly: there was definitely something similar to Damon’s room going on here. It was far bigger than it should be, like a suite rather than a room, and as they stepped inside, the attention of all the men inside snapped to them.
Jonah swallowed hard, hoping none of them could hear the way his heart raced. Then again, what else did they expect? They were all looking at him like he was being offered up for dinner, and it felt like that, too, in the most delicious of ways.
“Excellent work, Rafe,” Ez said. He was ensconced in a high-backed armchair, one leg crossed casually over the other. He wasn’t wearing his suit jacket, shirt open at his throat and sleeves rolled up to show off his forearms. He smirked when hesaw Jonah looking and Jonah smiled back, even as Rafe pushed him further into the room.
Damon and Torin were on a small sofa facing the doors. Torin was already in Damon’s lap, though they’d stopped whatever they were doing upon Rafe and Jonah’s entrance. Still, Damon had a hand down the back of Torin’s shorts, and he was shirtless, one of Torin’s hands splayed across his massive pecs.
“Didn’t know you were gonna dress him up in pretty panties, too,” Finley said. He stood near a drinks cart, a glass in his hand. He was wearing a shirt too, though it was unbuttoned, open to display his furred chest and abs. With a wink at Jonah, he tipped his glass up and swallowed the rest of the amber liquid inside. “Ready for this, sweetheart?”
Jonah huffed a laugh and shook his head. “I don’t think I could ever be ready for this.”
Rafe stepped up behind him, fingers digging into his hips. “Oh, you’re more than ready,” he purred. One hand moved, and he stroked a finger down the length of Jonah’s cock. Jonah groaned, tipping his head back against Rafe’s shoulder.
The air shifted, seeming to thicken around them. When Jonah looked up, Torin was panting against Damon’s mouth as Damon fingered him open. Finley stalked toward them, but he captured Rafe’s mouth when he got close, and Jonah whimpered at the sight of them fighting each other for dominance.
“Touch yourself, Jonah,” Ez said, voice quiet. He had his chin propped on one hand. Jonah thought he might lookunmoved, except a familiar darkness was beginning to creep into the white of his eyes.
Jonah nodded and stroked himself through the underwear. His cock jerked, already desperate for relief, and the wet patch grew. Finley tore his mouth from Rafe’s with a growl.
“Are we neglecting you?” he murmured in Jonah’s ear. “Poor thing.”
He batted Jonah’s hand away and squeezed him firmly. Jonah arched up into his touch. Rafe kissed down his throat, toying with the clamps on his nipples, and Finley dropped to his knees with a grin.
“Such a tasty treat for me.”
“Not just for you,” Torin said from the sofa before he let out another loud groan. Whatever magic Ez was emitting, Torin’s cries only heightened it, and Finley grabbed Jonah’s hips when they jerked forward.
“You’re busy,” Finley called back and nuzzled the front of Jonah’s wet underwear.
Jonah moaned. He turned his head, mouth meeting Rafe’s again, and twitched against him when Finley sucked on his cock through the thin fabric. It was only moments before Finley had Jonah in his mouth, sucking him down to the root in one movement.
“That’s it,” Rafe murmured, and when Jonah shifted his gaze, he saw Ez’s dark eyes were on them.
Finley sucked hard and Jonah groaned, unable to move from the way Finley was holding his hips. Rafe had his arms trapped, too, and sharp teeth grazed his throat, making him shudder.
“Make him cum, Finley,” Ez ordered, and if there was any doubt as to who was in control, that doubt was gone. Jonah glanced down and Finley winked up at him. He pulled off to lap at the head of Jonah’s cock, then swallowed him down again, sucking hard.
Jonah cried out, trying desperately to move. Rafe growled against his throat, and when he moved, the hard line of his cock pressed against Jonah’s arse. “Not yet, treasure,” he said in Jonah’s ear. “Let him work for it.”
One hand slid around the front of Jonah’s throat, holding him in place. The other wrapped around his waist and Rafe bit down the back of Jonah’s neck, rocking his hips against him. Jonah whined.
“I – Fuck, I’m gonna—”
“Do it,” Rafe growled.
Finley sucked hard again, and Jonah came with a short cry, spilling down his throat. He sagged back against Rafe, who nipped his earlobe, rubbing a hand soothingly over his belly.
Finley rocked back onto his heels, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth. Rafe scoffed.
“You don’t have to look that proud of yourself,” he said. He let go of Jonah and took hold of his softening cock, stroking it slowly. Jonah whined. Rafe stopped moving but didn’t let go.
“Why not?” Finley asked, getting to his feet. He took Jonah’s face in both his hands and kissed him deeply. Jonah groaned at the taste of himself, then again when Rafe stroked him like he was trying to cause a distraction. “You enjoyed it, didn’t you?” Finley asked against Jonah’s mouth.
“Y – Yeah.”
Finley kissed him again and Jonah was so caught up in it, he didn’t notice what Rafe was doing until the cock ring was fixed snugly around the base of his cock. He let out a cry of dismay, and both Finley and Rafe chuckled.
“Let me see you,” Rafe said.
