I reached down to grab hold of Arden’s silky hair, and Franco ordered me to put my hands behind my head.
“Don’t move,” Franco said. “You’re a statue, and Arden has to make you come.” He carefully removed Arden’s crown and placed it on a nearby table, then ran his own long fingers through Arden’s hair, petting him softly. “That’s it, catch the drips. Michael has a messy cock.”
Arden lapped at my dribbles fastidiously while awaiting his next instruction.
“The head now,” Franco said, pumping his own greased-up member. “Not a lot of pressure.”
Arden’s wet heat enveloped my cockhead, and my hips bucked forward involuntarily. He opened wider to accommodate me. Franco smacked my ass. “Quit cheating.”
By now Liam had come closer to watch Franco’s tutorial. Three hunched, horny men and my lover on his knees between us. My crude, demanding cock pacified by his pretty mouth. With his fingers still nested in Arden’s tousled hair, Franco eased him down so that his mouth encased my flared head and a good portion of my shaft. It wasn’t easy, given the circumference, but Arden did an admirable job.
“Christ, that’s hot,” Franco said, backing off a little to give Arden room to maneuver. Arden glanced up at me, the obvious adoration causing my heart to seize momentarily. I jutted forward again, and Arden took me all the way down, gagging a little but refusing to pull all the way out. We found a depth that worked, and I rolled my hips slowly. Like waves cresting and breaking in the shallows, it was a rhythmic pleasure spiked with knee-weakening euphoria. Arden moaned encouragements while Franco whispered filthy things, and Liam stroked himself impatiently. Arden liked the attention. Maybe I did too.
And that was how I fucked my lover’s mouth. With an audience of my best friends in a greenhouse of clitoral blooms owned by my millionaire rival who’d invited me into his home for perhaps this very purpose. Surreal didn’t begin to describe it.
But those thoughts skittered away as I focused on the stretch of Arden’s reddened lips, the wet heat that cradled me, the tears of piety forming at the corners of his eyes. He looked like one of Bernini’s statues, exquisitely rendered.
“Yes, Arden. Please. That feels fantastic.” I shivered like an adolescent as a rush of endorphins overtook me. My orgasm fled my body like a startled garden snake, and I emptied into his mouth in long, warm pulses. He held onto it dutifully, patiently waiting for the last tremor to race through me. He absorbed my final orgasmic shudders before I withdrew from his parted lips. Then he spat my semen into the gravel, because he didn’t like to swallow, and with me, at least, he did whatever he wanted.
I leaned my bare ass against a potting table while Franco and Liam fired off their loads, aiming at the floor, because somehow, they knew I wouldn’t want them marking my lover’s skin.
“And you?” I helped Arden to his feet, not unlike the elder gentleman and his precocious equestrian.
“Too late,” Arden said with a shy smile. There was his offering, a glistening string of pearls, at my feet. I kissed him, tasting my own bitterness in his mouth. I wanted more. I wantedeverything. He must know that in the way I held him to me.
Arden turned to Franco and Liam, as opposite as the sun and moon, though perhaps more similar now in this effervescent afterglow.
“Feeling better?” Arden asked.
“A bit,” Liam conceded.
“Excellent,” Arden said. “Now, who’s ready to have some fun?”
16
the afterparty
Iprotested but only a little when Arden suggested that medicinal supplements might increase my stamina for the nights’ events. Despite Arden’s prelude in the greenhouse, I spent the first few hours unbearably horny with a kind of crazed sexual energy flowing through my veins. The cocktails grew increasingly cloying to the palate as the night wore on, the food rich to the point of excess and altogether appropriate for the bacchanalian nature of this celebration.
Men greeted Arden in a steady parade, but none of them made any sexual overtures. It probably didn’t hurt that my hands were on him the entire time. Of course, I wanted to ask questions, but I held my tongue. Did I really want to know how many of Matteo’s guests had been intimate with my lover?
The entertainments were sensuous and indecent, which only served to heighten my appetite. Arden teased me relentlessly. At one point he was sitting on my lap while we faced the spectacle of two men fucking. The bottom was suspended in one of the colorful yoga harnesses, his ass displayed like a ripened peach. The top took advantage, mounting him without much preamble and fucking into him with long, steady strokes. The bottom had no leverage, being suspended like that, and was completely at the top’s mercy. Truly an act of faith.
“Stamen, stigma, pistil,” I chanted because their performance somehow reminded me of plant pollination. “That’s how you get fruit.”
Arden laughed at my silliness and rubbed his round ass against my cock. I contemplated how much longer I’d have to wait until I was giving Arden a similar treatment.
The culmination of this particular entertainment was predictable but no less thrilling. I expected a cornucopia of ripened fruit to result from their efforts, but it was only my drink-addled imagination.
Arden rounded up our party soon after, which now included Liam’s Vulcan boyfriend who must have been summoned last minute, and Marquis, relieved of his official duties. Arden led us to a room upstairs where I hoped we might consummate our lust.
The room was large and richly decorated but didn’t offer much in the way of privacy. Arden had brought with him a couple bottles of champagne, and we drained whatever was in our glasses so that he could refill them. Liam, who tended to prattle when he was nervous, was giving an oral history on the parallels betweenA Midsummer Night’s Dreamand the ruling politics of the time, which somehow segued into a discussion with Franco on the pros and cons of present-day capitalism, a topic on which I didn’t care to keep up. I wanted them to leave, so that I could have my lover all to myself.
I made an earnest attempt to undress myself and Arden as well. His shirt came off easily enough, but his pants were tight, and my hands were clumsy.
“I want you.” I kissed the curve of his neck and the knob of his bare shoulder. I was prepared to beg. “I want youalways.”
“You have me.”
