Chapter Three
Jonah’s mouth caught up with his thoughts after they’d taken the first set of stairs. “Wha – What did you mean about half an hour?”
Rafe glanced back at him and grinned. “Gives me time to get you ready with your full attention,” he said.
Jonah shook his head. He didn’t think it answered his question. “No, I mean… They’re going to watch us there, too?”
“Of course,” Rafe said easily. He stopped at one of the doors and pulled Jonah close. “Looks like we forgot the toy, anyway.”
Jonah swore when he realised his hands were empty. He’d got so caught up in this… Rafe kissed him, and the thought melted away like it had never even existed.
“One of them will bring it along,” Rafe said, almost like he could read Jonah’s thoughts. “Come on. I have some things to show you.”
He pushed open the door, and they entered a room that looked remarkably similar to the one Jonah had been in with Finley.
The décor was different – the same four-poster bed was covered in silks, and colourful hangings decorated every surface.
As he turned his head, Jonah realised the entire room seemed to almost glitter.
“Are those…” He took a step away from Rafe and ran his hand over a set of drawers. Jewels decorated its surface, cool and hard against his skin.
“Dragons like treasure,” Rafe said lowly. He came up behind Jonah, wrapping an arm around him like he couldn’t help himself. “You knew that already.”
Jonah hummed his agreement. In so much as he could know anything about these men, he supposed. He turned in Rafe’s arms and looked up into his face.
“What does that make me?”
“The most precious jewel of all,” Rafe replied. He kissed Jonah again, and when he pressed him back against the drawers, the jewels dug into Jonah’s back through his shirt. They didn’t hurt, more like points of pressure on his skin as he arched up into Rafe’s touch.
“Please,” he murmured. He didn’t know what he was asking for.
Rafe kissed his jaw. He tugged Jonah’s shirt over his head and stepped back for Jonah to remove his shoes and socks before he dragged his jeans and underwear down, too. Jonah squirmed when he was naked, uncharacteristically nervous. Rafe grinned at him.
“So beautiful,” he said, pressing a harsh kiss to Jonah’s mouth. “Just perfect for all of us, aren’t you?”
Jonah felt his face flush, and his cock began to stir against his thigh. Rafe licked a line up the side of his throat before he dropped to his knees.
“You—”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Rafe said, and his smile was wicked. “You’re not going to cum yet.” He sucked on the head of Jonah’s cock and Jonah moaned, pressing back against the drawers again.
He wasn’t fully hard when Rafe pulled off and stood, kissing Jonah as he opened one of the drawers and rooted around inside without looking. Jonah pulled away from the kiss, trying to see what he was searching for.
Rafe grabbed his chin, turning his head away. “Don’t ruin the surprise now,” he murmured. “You’re going to enjoy it.”
“You seem sure.”
Rafe pressed their foreheads together. Whatever he’d been looking for, he’d clearly found, because he’d otherwise stopped moving.
“You forget,” Rafe said, “Not only have we watched every single one of those delightfully dirty videos you posted online, but we’ve also seen the ones you shot with Damon and Finley, as well as listened to them regale us with just what a good boy you are.
” At Jonah’s gasp, his smile widened. “So responsive. So desperate to take whatever we’ll give you. ”
Jonah whined. He wanted to look away from Rafe’s golden gaze, but he couldn’t.
“Now, close your eyes.”
Jonah obeyed without a thought. Rafe took hold of his cock and he gasped again when he felt cool metal slide down his length, fitting snugly around the base of his shaft.
“Open them.”
Jonah opened his eyes and looked down. The cock ring Rafe had put on him was made of gold, small emeralds glittering all around it. His cock was still filling, feeling harder by the second, and Jonah let out a shuddering breath.
“Yes or no?”
Jonah met Rafe’s eyes. “Yes.”
“Perfect,” Rafe said. He kissed Jonah again and tugged him over toward the bed. When they were close enough, he pushed, and Jonah landed on his back on the silk sheets, the green dark against his skin.
“I thought that colour would look good,” Rafe murmured, mostly to himself, it seemed like to Jonah. “Glad to know I was right.”
Jonah huffed out a laugh. He reached down, stroking his thumb over the ring and shuddering when he touched his cock. Rafe leaned against one of the bedposts, watching him indulgently.
“Go on,” he said. “Stroke yourself.”
Jonah wet his hand with pre-cum before he gave his length one firm stroke. Fuck, but he was sensitive – both from cumming downstairs and because of the ring now. After two more strokes, he removed his hand, thighs shaking.
“How does it feel?”
“It’s a lot,” Jonah managed. “Rafe…”
“Just a few more things,” Rafe said. He stripped efficiently, revealing the hard muscles Jonah had been sure were there, and a cock that made Jonah’s eyes widen.
It was thick like the toy, as thick as Finley’s, but with ridges that pushed out even further. Rafe was hard, too, and his cock curved upwards invitingly. Jonah’s mouth watered.
“You’ll get what you need, don’t worry,” Rafe murmured. He crawled over Jonah and ducked his head for a kiss. How long had they been here? Would the others arrive and see him lying here like this?
There was a pinch on one nipple, then the other, and Jonah felt the cool brush of metal against his skin.
When Rafe pulled back, he spotted the nipple clamps – matching the cock ring, of course – and the thin chain that connected them.
Jonah’s heart thudded in his throat. He’d played with toys like this before, but never with anyone else.
And, he was certain, never with anything this expensive.
Rafe tugged on the chain and Jonah hissed at the pain, sitting up slowly. Rafe chuckled.
“Damon said you liked a little pain with your pleasure.”
His nipples already felt swollen, filling with blood just like his cock, which felt like it was throbbing with every beat of his heart. Jonah whined, jerking his hips up so his cock brushed against Rafe’s.
“Rafe, please…”
Rafe kissed him again, swallowing any protests in a way Jonah didn’t want to fight. He pushed up against Rafe instead, gasping into his mouth when their cocks brushed together.
“Touch me, Jonah,” Rafe said against his lips. Jonah hurried to get a hand on him, startled by how slick he was, the ridges smooth under his palm.
“Like that?” he asked, stroking slowly.
“More,” Rafe growled. He sucked a mark on Jonah’s throat. “Harder.”
Jonah tightened his grip. Rafe’s cock jumped in his hand, a hand he could barely wrap around its girth. Slickness spread across his palm and Rafe panted against his throat, leaving bites anywhere he could reach.
“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 wanted him, 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 was the 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.”