Finley stepped back and Rafe moved around Jonah, cool air rushing in to fill the space where he’d just been. Jonah fought the urge to cross his arms over his chest. He knew there were marks on him now, the underwear pulled down, so it cupped his balls and not his cock.
“Gorgeous,” Rafe said, as reverently as he’d spoken back in his bedroom.
Torin groaned from the sofa. He was grinding back against Damon’s fingers, Damon’s big cock in his grasp, but they were both looking at Jonah.
Ez, too. He uncrossed his legs when he saw Jonah looking, and there was no hiding the line of his cock in his trousers.
“Damon, Rafe, take him to bed,” Ez said. Torin let out a disgruntled noise when Damon pulled his fingers free, tugging him down for a dirty kiss before Damon rose to his feet.
“What about the rest of you?” Jonah asked.
Ez smirked. “We’ll be there,” he said.
The bedroom was through another set of double doors, though with them open, Jonah realised the others could still see inside. Rafe pushed Jonah toward the bed with a hand on his lower back, but it was Damon who tugged him onto it, pulling him up onto his knees.
“Which big cock do you want to take first?” Damon asked, murmuring the words in Jonah’s ear like they were a secret. Rafe heard him, of course, teasing the edge of Jonah’s collar.
“He can have yours,” Rafe said. “I’d much rather fuck this pretty mouth.”
Damon grinned. He leaned in to kiss Jonah sweetly, tugging on the chain that connected the nipple clamps to his collar. “How do you want me?”
Jonah frowned up at him. “I – What—?”
“You’re going to be taking a lot tonight,” Damon said. “As much as I’d like to stretch you open and fill you over and over—”
“Do it,” Jonah said, the words out of his mouth before he could think twice about them. Hewantedthat, wanted that feral side of Damon he’d first experienced in his labyrinth.
Damon grinned. “Get over here, dragon. Your pretty treasure doesn’t want to take it slowly tonight.”
Rafe pressed up closer against Jonah’s back. “Oh? What did you have in mind?”
“Open him on your cock before you fuck his throat.”
Rafe let out a quiet groan, tugging on Jonah’s collar like he couldn’t help himself. Jonah shivered. His cock made a valiant attempt to harden.
“That what you want?” Rafe asked.
“Y – Yes.”
“I want to taste you myself,” Rafe said. “And I’m sure Damon wouldn’t mind your pretty lips around his cock, either.”
They moved him like it was nothing, and Jonah found himself with his arse in the air, mouth over Damon’s hard cock. His tongue flicked out, tasting the head. Rafe spread him open from behind, and as Jonah sucked the head of Damon’s cock, Rafe speared him over with his long tongue.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Damon groaned.
There was movement behind them, and Jonah heard Torin groan. He couldn’t turn his head, but he heard the rhythmic slapping of skin together and wondered who was fucking him.
Ez? Finley?
One of Damon’s big hands landed on his head and Jonah loosened his jaw, taking more of him. Drool escaped the corners of his mouth, and he groaned every time Rafe sucked at his rim, tongue licking deep inside him. Jonah groaned when Rafe pulled out, nipping at one of his arse cheeks.
Fabric rustled and the head of Rafe’s thick cock pressed against Jonah’s hole. Damon forced Jonah deeper. Rafe pushed slowly inside, and Jonah’s eyes fluttered closed.
Fuck, but he couldn’t imagine anything better than this. Damon grunted every time Jonah sucked, and Rafe let out ashuddering breath as each ridge pushed past Jonah’s rim. Torin muttered curses, and he was sure FinleyandEz were groaning, and even though he couldn’t see, he didn’t care—
Rafe’s hips jerked forward. Jonah cried out, the sound muffled by Damon’s cock, when Rafe speared his prostate. His own cock jerked, pre-cum pooling between his knees. Rafe fucked him hard for a few minutes before he pulled out, letting out a snarl.
“He’s open enough.”
