Chapter Five
Rafe sat back against the headboard, Jonah in his lap, and Jonah didn’t know how long they stayed like that as his head floated, watching the others play. Torin came not long after Jonah had, clenching his jaw like he was trying to keep himself quiet.
Finley and Damon kissed almost like it was a fight, and Damon smirked when Finley came first, but then Torin’s hand joined Finley’s on Damon’s cock, and he came with a low grunt, cock swelling in their joint grip.
Jonah squirmed on Rafe’s cock. He was still hard, still nestled deep inside him. Rafe’s arm around his waist tightened.
“Toy first,” he growled in Jonah’s ear. “We all want to see you play.”
Jonah whined. “Yeah, okay,” he managed.
Rafe kissed his neck, and then he moved, positioning Jonah on his knees before he pulled out. Jonah whimpered at the loss, but Rafe kissed him again, softer this time. When he pulled away from the kiss, he rested their foreheads together.
“Did one of you bring the toy?” Rafe asked.
“Yeah, I got it,” Finley said. He tossed the toy onto the bed and when Jonah turned to look, he saw that Finley was pressed against Damon’s side, Torin sitting across both of them now. There was a spare seat next to Finley and when Rafe caught Jonah’s eyes on it, he chuckled.
“C’mon, get up.”
Jonah grabbed the toy and stood next to the bed as Rafe stripped the top sheet and tossed it carelessly to the floor. The sheets underneath were the same dark green satin and Rafe urged Jonah up again.
He brushed their lips together. “I’m going to watch you with the others,” he said against Jonah’s mouth. “Don’t just put a show on for us. We want to see what makes you feel good.”
Rafe tugged the chain still connected to Jonah’s nipples and Jonah moaned.
“I need… Have you got lube?”
Rafe’s smile was wicked. “The toy’s got you covered,” he said, and then he was moving away, settling, still naked, on the sofa next to Finley.
Jonah swallowed hard. He’d never felt more self-conscious in his life, but even as the feeling prickled over his skin, a wave of arousal chased it away. There was no judgement in the expressions of the men watching him.
They really wanted to see this.
Jonah turned his attention to the toy. As far as he could tell, like the others, it was a perfect replica of Rafe’s dick in terms of its size and shape. Rafe’s had been slick, though, and Jonah looked at the base, tilting his head at the small hatch and two buttons he found there.
He pressed one, and the toy buzzed to life in his hand. Jonah watched, wide-eyed, as the ridges moved, slowly travelling along its length.
Oh, fuck.
Pressing the button again sped the movement up until the ridges stopped and the toy was silent and still again in his hand.
Jonah looked up, meeting Rafe’s hungry gaze. “Your cock didn’t do that.”
Finley snorted; Torin laughed aloud. Rafe rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Ez can be inventive, at times.”
Jonah smiled, looking at the toy again. It hadn’t occurred to him until Rafe had said it – why wasn’t Ez here? He’d seemed happy to watch in the other room.
He shrugged the thought off as he pressed the other button. Lube oozed from tiny holes on the toy Jonah hadn’t noticed before, and he groaned as he slicked its length. That was hot. He could fill the toy with lube and then just…
“Show us what you’ve got, Jonah,” Rafe murmured.
Jonah nodded. He was slick and open already and shifted so he was sitting back against the headboard, legs spread wide until he was sure the others could see his hole.
He pressed the button to lube the toy again, getting it so slick it sounded obscene as Jonah fisted its length. Nudging the toy against his hole, Jonah groaned as he started to press inside. His body sucked the toy in greedily, and Jonah fumbled for the other button.
A groan tore itself from his throat as the ridges began to ripple through him. The toy was only half inside him, so his rim stretched and relaxed again, and his thighs trembled, cock twitching back to life.
“Fuck,” he ground out, staring up at the ceiling.
Rafe growled, but Jonah knew if he looked up, his eyes would be gold.
Their combined gaze was like a tangible touch on his skin, and he spread his legs even wider, pushing the toy deeper.
Jonah started to fuck himself slowly, stroking his cock with his other hand as he slid the toy in and out of his body.
“Faster,” Rafe growled.
Jonah groaned again. He considered arguing, but only for a second; instead, he hit the button on the bottom of the toy and thrust it in and out of his arse faster than before. His cock slapped against his belly as he writhed, trying to get the toy deeper.
He moved his hips and cried out when the ridges rolled over his prostate. His cock was hard and hot in his hand. How was he this close already?
“Fuck,” he managed. “I’m gonna…”
“Keep the toy there,” Rafe growled. “Stroke your cock.”
Jonah whined but did as he was told. He pressed the button to speed the ridges up again, back arching as he fucked up into his fist. Slick sounds came from the sofa.
Were they touching each other again? Jonah wanted to lift his head and see, but he couldn’t do anything except grind the toy against his prostate and stroke his cock hard and fast.
“Perfect. Cum for us, Jonah. Show us what you’ve got.”
Rafe’s voice was low and rich, and Jonah squeezed his eyes shut as it made his cock even harder. His balls tightened, and he came with a strangled cry, arse twitching around the toy.
A few seconds later, it was too much, and he pulled the toy free, letting out a relieved sigh as pleasure moved lazily through him.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Finley muttered.
Jonah nodded his agreement, still too fucked out to lift his head. A strangled squawk escaped him when he was suddenly scooped up into Rafe’s arms. Rafe carried him over to the sofa and arranged Jonah in his lap, Jonah’s back to his chest.
“What are you—”
“Need to fuck you again,” Rafe all but snarled, and Jonah cried out when Rafe entered him hard. Jonah’s thigh pressed against Finley’s, and when Jonah turned his head, the three of them were watching him, Torin’s hands tight in Damon’s half-fastened shirt like he was forcing himself not to touch.
Rafe tugged on the chain still attached to Jonah’s nipples and Jonah whined again. He thought he might pass out from the overstimulation. Rafe bit at his throat, his other hand moving on Jonah’s too-sensitive cock.
“Rafe,” Jonah whined. The ridges on Rafe’s cock caught against his rim, and his breath caught in his throat. “Too much, fuck.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
He didn’t. He never wanted Rafe to stop.
No – that wasn’t true. After Rafe was done, he wanted the others to use him, too. Wanted Finley to knot him and keep him in place beneath him. Wanted Damon to stretch him so wide he thought he might die from it. Wanted Torin…
Rafe sucked a mark at the junction where Jonah’s throat met his shoulder and Jonah squirmed in his lap, cock stiffening again. Rafe let out a delighted noise.
“Such a perfect treasure we’ve found,” he cooed in Jonah’s ear. “So pretty and desperate for us.”
Jonah whined. He rocked his hips to try to meet Rafe’s short, sharp thrusts.
“You ready to take another load, Jonah? Want more of my cum?”
“Yes,” Jonah managed. Rafe tugged the chain harder, and he cried out. “Rafe!”
Rafe let go of Jonah’s cock and, in one swift movement, he removed the clamps from Jonah’s nipples. They throbbed in sudden relief and Jonah screamed as he came again, this time without a hand on him. Cum splattered over his torso and he heard Damon moan from further down the sofa.
Rafe bit the nape of Jonah’s neck hard as he came again. Jonah whined helplessly. He’d never felt so full of cum – what would it be like if they did all take turns to fuck him?
He collapsed back against Rafe’s chest and Rafe ran his hands down Jonah’s inner thighs and up his chest.
Jonah turned his head to look at the others. Torin winked at him.
“I can’t imagine what you’re going to be like for me.”