Rowan 36.
Exhaling a heavy sigh, I pin Steve in place with a stern stare. Chase, wisely, shuts his mouth and slides back until he’s flush against the couch on the floor. Steve, however, ignores me and flings his box of crayons into the air, 95 crayons of various colors fly into the air and land like little bombs across the carpet of our living room. My boy’s eyes widen in shock, probably at his own behavior, his other hand clutching the remaining crayon. In an instant, he doubles down, swiping his hand across the coffee table and sending their coloring books to the floor to join the crayons.
My boy has been clingy since the fire four nights ago. The following day I was placed on administrative leave, despite the thumbs-up from the Fire Chief for my quick thinking. And given the possible danger Carter poses, Steve and Chase have been working from the clubhouse while the restoration and remodeling of the Queen’s Rook is in the planning stages.
He and Chase have both been on edge. In all honesty, the entire club has been antsy. We don’t do well with waiting. We’re all people of action, even the ol’ partners. I thought a little mindless coloring for Chase and Steve would help clear their minds and ease their anxiety. I think it was working for Chase until Steve decided to act up.
There’s a commotion outside our suite, then someone knocks loudly on our door. Opening it, I grin at Terminus bouncing from foot to foot. “Prospect. You and your boys get your asses downstairs! We’re having a sexual shindig! An arousing affair! A banging bash!”
Chase pops up next to me, a giant grin on his face. It’s nice to see after days of sadness. “An orgy?”
“Yup!” Terminus reaches past me and nabs Chase by the arm. “Come on, you purple peeper eater!” I laugh as they practically run down the hall toward the stairs. An idea begins to form and by the time I spin around and walk to Steve’s side in the living room, it’s a fully formed plan.
“Baby. Please use the restroom, wash your hands, and change into your favorite underwear.”
“What?” He looks up at me with tentative excitement.
“Do I enjoy repeating myself?”
“No, Daddy.” He scrambles to stand, running to our bedroom and into our private bathroom. I chuckle to myself as I follow, grabbing items from my drawers and putting them in a cinch bag. This is exactly what my boy needs. A distraction…a dick-straction. Honestly, I could use it too. I do not enjoy being on the sidelines, especially when something big is going down and it involves my boy. It’s the first time in almost a year that being a prospect has bothered me. Being kept out of the loop is frustrating, not to mention my casted arm that is indeed broken from my heroic gesture. A night to indulge, to gorge ourselves on pleasure, is a wonderful idea, which is why Jupiter is allowing it.
A few minutes later, Steve peeks into the living room, his cheeks pink but his pupils so big with arousal his eyes look black. My breath stalls in my chest when he enters the room, wearing nothing but a baby blue jockstrap, his erection straining the material. He’s fucking gorgeous. And he’s mine.
“Good boy.” I hold his hand, squeezing it as I lead him to the door. In the hallway, the music from downstairs vibrates through the floor beneath our feet. His bare toes dig into the carpet, his body trembling as we walk down the stairs and in the hallway outside the clubroom. Already, I can hear moans and the rhythmic slapping of skin. The smell of sex permeates the air, and I hungrily drag it into my lungs.
In the doorway, Steve and I take in the scene of sexual chaos. Couples, throuples, voyeurs; so much naked flesh on display, glistening with sweat, bodies of every size and shape and color writhe as they reach euphoric heights. My own cock demands to be freed, demands satisfaction.
Spotting a free spot on the couch next to Nessy, I bring Steve along with me, and dip my chin at Nessy when he glances my way briefly. I don’t blame him for the brisk greeting, he’s too busy pumping his long, thick cock, watching Vesta play with Sibyl’s engorged nipples as she rocks her pussy back and forth over Sibyl’s mouth. Every few seconds, Nessy reaches out his free hand and pinches or twists Vesta’s nipples or slaps her tit, his bare foot teasing Sibyl’s wet slit.
“Daddy,” Steve breathes out my name. With a smirk, I turn to face my boy.
“Undress me.” He jumps to obey, trying to rip my clothes from my body. I still his hands with my own. “Slow.” He whines but does slow down. I fold my pants, shirt, and boxer briefs, laying them on the back of the couch. Steve’s hands hover over my bare skin, like he’s unsure where to touch first. Sitting down on the plush couch, I twirl my finger in the air. “Spin.” He trips over his feet in his haste, so I steady him with my hands on his hips. Moving to the edge of the couch, I slide my hands to the cheeks of his ass and pull them apart. His hole winks at me, taunting me. I lick up the crease, digging my fingers in his flesh to keep him in place. I eat him like a starving man. Driving my tongue into him over and over, licking around the rim, sucking on his hole. At my feet, I find the cinch bag with one hand, opening it and feeling around for the lube and anal beads. Nibbling on the tender flesh, I coat the beads then press them to his hole.
“Daddy!” he shouts, his body jerking as I slowly push them inside him. I draw them out, then push them back in further. I open him up, not wanting to rush or hurt him. My skin tingles, the sounds and sights and smells around me only heighten my anticipation.
When he’s ready for me, I tap his hip, “Warm my cock.” He turns around, but when he begins to lower to his knees, his pink tongue slicking his lips, I hold my hand up. “With your hole.” He allows me to manipulate him into position, his back to my chest, gently lowering him inch by inch until his body has swallowed my entire length. Gritting my teeth, I place my hand on his lower stomach and hold him still.
“Daddy! I need to move.”
“No,” I answer firmly.
“Daddy!” High-pitched and whiny, I grin knowing he can’t see me. Poor boy needs friction, but that’s not what this is about. He needs a dick-straction.
“Silence.” I hear his jaw snap shut, and though his body twitches with slight movement, he obeys me quite well. “Such a good boy. Now,” I begin, raising my voice to be heard over the music and cacophony of graphic displays, “you are gonna sit here and warm my cock while everyone here watches you, they can touch you, tease you, but no matter what, you are not permitted to cum.” He squeaks but nods in understanding. “Words.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
It isn’t long before Coozie and Fanny slink over to us, both naked, their tits bouncing with each step, waxed pussies and inner thighs glistening with release. Coozie bends slightly, licking around Steve’s right nipple. Fanny drops to her knees and licks up the shaft of Steve’s dick. He jerks and moans and my smile grows.
“Coozie, be a good girl and reach inside that bag for me.” I indicate the bag on the floor. She grins wickedly, bending lower to pick up the bag. “The clamps, if you please.”
“With pleasure.” Between the three of us, we get the nipple clamps attached to Steve and drive him to the brink of insanity. He doesn’t cum. His channel, though, constricts around my cock deliciously.
This is going to be a good night.