Chapter Thirty-Four
Liam
Never gave a lot of thought to doing something like this with someone I loved.
Never gave a lot of thought to falling in love. Now that I can admit I have, this scene feels like the most natural thing in the world. I’ve always enjoyed sharing.
Besides, I’ve got plenty of groveling to do. Starting with giving Ravi anything he wants. Giving him his fantasy. Doesn’t hurt that his fantasy is also mine.
It’s one of the many reasons I figured I’d never be in a relationship. How many people are honestly okay with getting passed around among your friends?
I take in Ravi, his brown skin glowing under the room’s soft lighting, trembling slightly as my friend runs a hand over his back. Looking back on it now, I don’t know how I didn’t see it sooner. He’s exactly what I need.
“I love you too, kid.”
Zed puts his hand to his hip. “What are your orders, Liam?”
Ravi shivers harder. It’s on the warm side in this room, so I know he isn’t cold.
He’s shaking because he wants this, wants it from me, and from now on I refuse to shove Ravi’s wants away like they’re some kind of burden. I’m going to grab Ravi’s love with both hands, like the gift it is.
“Still green, kid?”
“Green, Daddy.”
Fuck it. Twisted or not, I’m not going to tell him to stop calling me that. I know he gets off on it too. Examining that shit is going to have to wait for another time. Possibly my next mandated session with our company therapist.
Right now, I have a scene to direct.
“Touch him,” I tell the two men. “Slow and gentle. Tease him. Make him needy.”
The big guy, Red, slides his finger slowly down Ravi’s spine, while Zed goes for the face. Sliding his palm across Ravi’s jaw, over his throat. Down to his chest, teasing his nipples.
“You okay with my friend putting his tongue in your mouth, kid?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“How about other places?”
One of the benefits to being an observer? I get to see the way every inch of Ravi’s skin erupts in goose bumps.
“I’ve never tried that.”
Fuck yes. All his firsts are mine. They always will be.
“Is that a yes or a no?”
“Yes.”
Zed gives me wink and then gets down on his knees, running his tongue across Ravi’s lips. My friend palms my kid’s throat while he pushes his tongue in, and the sight of it is making my cock throb harder than the stab wound on my stomach.
“Other end now, Zed. Make out with that asshole for me.” Aching to be the one touching him, I dig my short nails into my palm.
Once I’m all healed up I’ll be able to do it myself. Maybe before, if I can convince Ravi to sit on my face.
My buddy groans and pulls away, leaving Ravi’s lips wet. I look to Red. “You got something you can fuck him with, right? Something big that vibrates. He likes a thick cock. Don’t you, baby?”
“I like yours, Daddy.” Little shit has the audacity to wink at me.
Brat.
All the same, my chest swells. Ravi still prefers my dick over a dildo. Damn right.
While Red goes to a table full of toys, Zed pries apart Ravi’s cheeks. He starts out careful and slow, with tentative licks, then a heavy swipe from his taint upward.
The throbbing in my pants intensifies. I’m fighting the urge to pull myself out, to jerk off while I watch this show. But I really don’t want to rip those stitches. Besides, making Ravi suck me off later when we get home sounds fun.
When we get home. That phrase suddenly feels very different.
“Get in there, partner. Fuck him with that tongue.”
Ravi lets out a frustrated whine. “I don’t know how long I can last if he keeps doing that.”
“Suck it up, kid. You come before I say so and there’ll be a punishment.”
“Argh.” He gnashes his teeth, his shaking hands braced on the bench. “How are you going to punish me? You’re, like, one brisk wind away from an ICU bed.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll pay you back when I’m all healed.” I pause to let things sink in. “With interest.”
“Oh, fuck!” I can’t tell if he’s responding to me or to the fact that Red decided to buzz his balls with a big, veiny vibrating dildo.
I nod my approval when Red holds it up to show me. “It expands,” he tells me proudly.
“Good. Baby, I’m going to have you suck my best friend while Red here fucks you with that giant vibrator.
Then I’m going to let them both shoot their loads all over you.
If you come before they’re done, you’ll have to answer for it later.
Don’t know what the punishment will be yet, but I’ll have plenty of time to think about it while I’m in that ICU bed, you fucking brat.
Maybe I’ll force orgasms out of you until you’re sore and begging me to stop again. ”
The way Ravi glares at me tells me he remembers that day clearly. I remember it too. Fondly.
As it is, I’m angry that I can’t get in there with them. I want to be the one making him ache. Coming on him. Licking us all off his skin. We’ll have to see about doing this again sometime. If he wants.
“Get to work, guys.”
Zed returns to Ravi’s head, feeding him his cock an inch at a time. He presses forward until Ravi gags before backing off and setting a steady rhythm. At the other end, Red fingers Ravi and then slides the lubed toy into him carefully.
Good. The guy seems nice enough; I’d hate to have to hurt him.
There’s a jolt of Ravi’s body and a strangled cry when it gets turned on.
“Do not bite my dick,” Zed admonishes.
“You can bite his dick if you need to safe-out, kid. Since he’s got your mouth full.”
My friend shows me his middle finger. “Fucker,” he says without any heat.
“Kidding, baby. Keep your hands on the bench. If you pick them up, I’ll assume you need to stop.”
He makes a noise of affirmation. I love that even though his mouth is on my best friend, he’s looking out of the corner of his eye at me.
Zed’s eyes fall closed, his head dropping back to his shoulders with a groan. “Oh, hell, he’s good at this for a newbie.”
Must not be suffering too much, then.
Ravi, on the other hand, seems to be alternating between fucking back against the toy in Red’s hand and squirming to get away. Edging himself, trying to hold off until the other two have shot their loads like I told them to.
“Good boy,” I say softly.
The way Ravi trembles at my words has me sitting up straighter.
Red’s got his left hand sliding the toy in and out of Ravi’s ass, the other working his cock. He’s a big guy, bigger even than me, and I’ve had more than one person have difficulty taking me.
Ravi took me just fine, though. I think back to that morning in my room. We’ll have to have a conversation about that night. About the things he said. We’ve got some ground to cover before we get on the same page, but I finally know we can get there.
I’m salivating over the thought of getting to properly fuck him. Ravi took my dick so well. Especially considering it was his first time.
This guy, though? Well, for more than one reason I’m glad we showed up when we did. Maybe Ravi wasn’t going to let this guy put his dick in him. I don’t know. What I do know is now I’m here, and now I’m in charge.
Zed is the first one to crack. Ravi’s hollowed cheeks and sloppy tongue work tell me he’s trying hard to get my friend to the finish line. Which he does. With a hoarse shout he pulls out of the kid’s mouth in time to shoot all over his upper back.
A little later, Red does the same, blowing his load on the right cheek of Ravi’s ass.
With a triumphant cry Ravi pushes up to a kneeling position and bats Red’s hand away, reaching back to work the vibrator with one hand while he pumps his cock with the other.
My God, I don’t know what’s hotter. This, or him tying me down and riding me with revenge flashing in his eyes.
I’m so fucking proud of him. And I’m the luckiest son of a bitch, because that hundred and twenty pounds of horny defiance is all mine.
Some people would look at this and think it’s all wrong. The kid who came to live with me when he was a teenager, now kneeling in front of me with a toy in his ass and the cum of two other guys on his skin.
They’d be right. It’s obscene. Filthy. Immoral.
It’s what I love. He’s what I love. And I love it even more knowing he’s getting off on this so hard. Later, so will I.
“Can I come, Daddy?” Ravi asks with a frustrated moan.
“Make it count, kid.”
He’s got the most gorgeous O-face I’ve ever seen. Long eyelashes brushing over his cheeks. Lips parted, slick and sticky with Zed’s juices.
My hands clench into fists until my knuckles turn pale. It’s killing me not to be in there with him.
I force myself to scoot forward so I can get a closer look, right as he spills all over his own hand.
He’s gasping as he comes down. I can see the effort of it all over him. It’s in the crimson flush across his neck and his labored breathing. I make my way over to him, putting my hand against his chest so I can feel the beat of his heart.
With a swipe of my fingers, I scoop the cum from his hand and feed it into his mouth. “Taste yourself, kid. I want you to lick every drop from my fingers.”
When I was learning enhanced torture techniques, I subjected myself to some of them to know what they were like. I got through it, but it was hell.
The worst torture I’ve ever experienced is Ravi Novak sliding his tongue between my fingers and not being able to fuck his face until I feed him my cum, too.
I’d cut my tongue out to be able to feed him forever.
When he finishes and licks his lips, it’s almost the thing that makes me pass out.
“Was that—” He pulls in a shaky breath and opens his eyes to look at me. His lashes are damp, I realize. “Was that good for you, Daddy?”
Even though it’s agony to fold my body forward, I lean down to brush a kiss across his lips. “I’ve never seen anything more gorgeous in my life.”
Zed makes a fake gagging noise. I give him a look intended to shut him up, but he only laughs.
“You didn’t come, Daddy.” Ravi makes a pointed look at my pants.
Yeah, and right now my dick hurts worse than my stab wound. “You can make it up to me later. At home.”
“We’re going home?” His face is lit like a fucking ray of sunshine.
“After the hospital,” Zed insists as he pulls his clothes on.
“After the hospital,” I grumble.
“Good.” Ravi nods. “Then I’ll make it up to you at home.”
Red hands me some cleaning wipes and I get to work cleaning the other two guys from Ravi’s skin. Then I hand over his clothes.
“Oh.” Ravi does this thing that used to drive me crazy, where he holds his hand up as if he’s waiting to be called on in class. Now, it’s kind of cute.
“We have to stop downstairs to get Mr. Cat.”
“He’s here? I figured he’d be wherever you’ve been staying.”
“I didn’t want to leave him alone in a strange place. Innes at coat check has been letting him hang out with her.”
Kid’s probably got the entire staff of this place wrapped around his finger.
“Come on then, baby. We can talk more in the car on the way to make sure I’m not dying. Not that we’ll cover everything today. I suspect it’s going to be a long conversation. Zed will take Mr. Cat home for you.”
My friend makes a face. “Man, stop volunteering me for shit.”
I ignore him, pulling Ravi against me. Yes, it hurts, and no, I don’t care. I’m too relieved to have him in my arms for anything else to matter.
Even all sleepy-eyed and fucked out, Ravi lifts his chin. “Yes. We definitely have a lot to talk about.”
A possessive impulse comes over me. “Whatever happens, though, I’m not letting you leave again. You’re mine now. You agreed.”
His hands go to his hips. “You said you’re mine too. So if you try to run off I’ll start stalking you. You won’t be able to get rid of me.”
“So you’ve said, baby.”
“You think I won’t do it?”
Do I think the kid who used to spy on me through the window, who admitted to once following me to the East End and watching me torture a guy, won’t make good on a promise to keep tabs on me?
“I know you will, baby.”
I’ve never been happier to be threatened in my entire life.