Just Give In (Dark Desires #2)

Chapter 1

Leland

I’m such a fucking idiot.

I look at the email from the Dark Desires site and want to kick my own ass.

I should have known one of Oliver’s guys would be the one to reply to that email.

Now one of them knows I want to be dicked down.

I know it’s all confidential, but it doesn’t sit right with me.

I should have gone to Oliver, but I know what he would have said. Tell Zac and Vince.

It’s been almost a year since that fateful night that I let Vince jack me off.

We’ve been around each other, but I pulled back from hanging out with them without Oliver.

It’s taken me this long to work up the nerve to put in the application, and I wasn’t backing out now.

I reply to the email with the necessary information and then text Oli. I might as well get it out of the way.

So, I did a thing.

Oliver: Oh? And what’s that?

Can I come over?

Oliver: Of course. We’re staying in tonight. You can have dinner with us.

I smile at my phone and tell him that I’ll be there for dinner.

I’ve spent a lot of time there but they never make me feel like I’m intruding.

They welcome me with open arms every time, something that I’m not used to.

I don’t even talk to my own parents anymore because of the shit they put me through.

I shove that thought from my head before I can go down that depressing rabbit hole, and jump into the shower.

Within thirty minutes I’m showered, dressed, and climbing into my car to go to Oliver’s.

I pull in front of the massive house, get out of the car and walk in like I always do.

“Honey, I’m home!” I call out.

“In the kitchen!” Oliver yells back.

I find them all at the table except for Jace who’s cooking.

I take a second to appreciate how fucking happy my best friend is.

I had my doubts, because who the hell sets out to get fucked by three masked men and finds his happily ever after?

Oliver that’s who, and I couldn’t think of anyone more deserving.

I take my usual seat across from Oliver at the table.

“It smells good,” I comment.

“It does,” Oliver agrees. “What was the thing you did?”

I see Toby hiding a smile and roll my eyes. “I signed up for a fantasy on the website.”

Oliver’s mouth drops open. “You did?”

“Yes and before you ask, it’s with men. It’s time for me to get this out of my system.”

Toby sits up in his chair and cocks his head to the side. “Out of your system?”

“Yeah. I still don’t think I’m gay or even bi. Just curious. If I let this happen, I’ll know for sure and can move on.”

“Um, Leland,” Aiden says. “That’s not how that works.”

“Exactly,” Oliver agrees. “And you forget we saw you with Vince that night. Why not ask them?”

I’m shaking my head before he can even finish. “I’m not asking them to experiment with me. That’s not fair to them.”

“I’ll give you your night,” Toby agrees. “But I need you to go in with a clear head, Leland. I have a feeling you’re playing with fire here.”

Probably. But what else is new?

* * *

After I got home from Oliver’s that night, Toby sent me the instructions for my fantasy which was two days later.

Those two days went by fast. Now I’m standing in my bedroom, staring at a butt plug and lube, trying to figure out if I’ve lost my mind for doing this.

Toby’s instructions were very clear; butt plug in place, nice pants with a button up, and no underwear.

I have a room number at the Dark Desires sex club, and know where to pick up the key.

The questionnaire he sent me was the hardest thing to fill out.

The easiest part was when it asked if I was okay with public sex.

Hell yeah. After watching Oliver, I saw the appeal and wanted to do it myself.

I have no clue if it will even get that far tonight, but there’s only one way to find out.

I shove my basketball shorts from my hips and climb onto the bed. I’m already rock hard, but I have no idea if I can do this. I stare at the butt plug and shake my head. Snatching my phone, I text the one person I know who understands.

I need help.

Oliver: With?

I send a picture of my current predicament and his answer is immediate.

Oliver: Ohhhhh. Make sure to use a lot of lube and relax. Push out when you’re placing the plug.

This is why you’re my best friend.

Oliver: Lol. It will be easier if you’re on your hands and knees.

Anything else?

Oliver: Uh. Finger yourself to relax the muscles.

This is what our friendship has come to. My best friend telling me to finger fuck my asshole.

I’ll let you know how this goes.

I chuckle to myself, place my phone on the bedside table and get on my knees.

I flick the cap of the lube open and pour a generous amount on my fingers before positioning myself so I’m propped up on one elbow and reach behind myself.

I shiver when my slick finger slides against my hole.

Squeezing my eyes shut to block out any bad thoughts, I push against my asshole.

The tip of my finger slides inside and I stop, trying to gauge my reaction.

My breathing is harsh, but that’s probably because my cock is leaking precum all over my comforter.

Taking another deep breath, I push my finger the rest of the way in. “Holy shit.”

I fuck myself a few times, and then pull my hand back to add another finger.

This one is a tighter fit, but I breathe through the slight burn until my knuckles are touching my asscheeks.

I start scissoring them apart and before I know it, I’m fucking myself as hard as I can with my fingers.

I start envisioning someone else behind me, doing this for me.

I accidentally rub against my prostate, and I push up on my hand to give me better leverage.

My finger slides against my prostate again, and my cock starts twitching like I’m about to come.

I remember at the last second that I had instructions not to come before my fantasy and reluctantly slow my fingers down before slowly pulling them out.

I reach for the butt plug with shaky hands and prep it with lube before reaching behind myself, rubbing the metal plug against my asshole.

I position the tip and push. My body starts to accept it immediately, until I meet resistance.

I suck in a breath, blowing it out slowly while pushing the plug.

It pops inside me and the moan that leaves my mouth would make a fucking pornstar blush.

I get it settled completely and collapse on the bed.

My phone pings with a message and I grab it with my clean hand, swiping onto Oliver’s chat screen.

Oliver: So? How did it go?

Grinning to myself, I get back on my knees, slide them apart and snap a few pictures until I get the right angle so he can see the base of the plug inside me. I send the picture and laugh when Oliver replies.

Oliver: LELAND! YOU COULD HAVE JUST TOLD ME IT WENT OKAY!

But this was so much more fun.

My phone rings with a video call as soon as that message goes through, and I swipe to answer.

“Hello, best friend.”

“What the fuck was that?” Oliver asks. “We are not “send nudes to each other” best friends.”

“But we’re “watching your best friend get railed at a sex party” best friends. So, what’s the difference?”

Oliver groans, and I hear someone chuckle in the background. “What’s the matter, cum drop?”

“Wait, did Jace just see my asshole?”

“Yes,” Oliver laughs. “I turned forty shades of red and he asked me what was wrong.”

“Well, what do you think?” I ask. “Sexy as fuck, right?”

“Leland,” Jace sighs. “I feel sorry for whoever you get paired with tonight.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yes,” Oliver answers and swallows. “You’re really hard.”

Time to cut this short before I spiral. “Thanks. I need to get dressed and leave soon.”

“Call me as soon as you can. Do you want one of the guys at the club just in case?”

“No, I’ll be fine, Oli. I promise to call.”

As soon as we end the call, I go to slide off the bed and am quickly reminded about the butt plug.

It pegs my prostate, and I have to pinch the head of my cock to keep from coming.

Once that subsides, I stand from the bed and put on a pair of charcoal gray dress pants and a dark green button up shirt that makes my hazel eyes stand out.

Each move I make, I’m reminded that I have something inside me.

After ten minutes of trying to get my dick to calm down, it’s still hard so I say fuck it.

I have men waiting for me.

* * *

Walking into the club is surreal. People are walking around half dressed or completely naked. Some are dancing, and some are openly fucking in the main room. I head to the bar and tell the bartender my name. With a smile, he slides a key across the bar and I clutch it like a lifeline.

“They said for you to wait for them. They’ll be up soon.”

With a nod, I follow the direction he indicated to a set of stairs.

I find the room easily and slide my key into the lock.

When the door opens, I’m impressed by how comfortable the room feels.

It’s decorated in creams and blues, calming me a little bit.

Shutting the door behind me, I sit on the bed and wait no less than two minutes when the door opens again.

My anger surges to the surface when I see those familiar blue eyes.

“Vince, what the fuck are you doing?” I get even madder when I see Zac step in behind him.

“We’re your fantasy fullfillers for tonight,” Zac answers, shutting the door behind him.

“Like hell you are,” I say, getting to my feet. “I’m out of here.”

“Are you really that scared of what you feel?” Vince asks, stopping me in my tracks when I reach for the doorknob. I whirl around, and he cocks an eyebrow. “You know we can make you feel good, and you know we’ll make this the best night of your life.”

“We’ll make sure you’re comfortable,” Zac finishes. “But there’s no way anyone else is touching you here tonight.”

“You have no say in what I do with my body.”

Vince chuckles, but it’s without humor. “That’s where you’re wrong. Toby set us up for this because he knows we’ll take care of you.”

“No. Toby set me up.”

This can not be fucking happening. The whole reason I didn’t ask them for this is because I wanted to forget how Vince made me feel that night.

It wasn’t just the handjob or the dirty shit he spewed into my ear.

I wanted him to bend me over and fuck me like I watched Oliver getting fucked.

What freaked me out the most was the visions I had of Oliver and me with all the guys, getting railed and maybe touching each other.

I’ve never thought about Oliver in that way until I saw him strapped to that table with his adorable ass on display and his throbbing cock hanging between his legs.

Vince and Zac are just a constant reminder of that, and it scares the shit out of me how bad I wanted it.

“Toby was looking out for you,” Zac soothes. “He knew you wouldn’t be comfortable with anyone else. He also knew we’d rip the hands off whoever dared to touch you.”

“Let us make this night the best night of your life,” Vince says. “You want this as bad as we do.”

“The fuck I do.”

“Do you want it or not?” Vince asks, and I have to run through my options quickly.

I want this so fucking bad, but I’m just opening myself up even further for Vince and Zac.

Guys who I already think about an inappropriate amount of times.

Swallowing all the refusals that want to spill from my mouth, I nod.

“I need words, babydoll.”

“Yes. I want this.”

“Good boy,” Zac practically purrs, and I immediately bristle. This is no longer joking around about how bad they want me. They are actually going to have me, and that changes the game completely. “Don’t give me that look, pretty boy.”

Vince circles behind me, and I feel him step close without touching me. Just him being this close has my dick thickening. Stupid traitorious motherfucker. “Did you do as you were told?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?” Zac prompts.

“Sir,” I say through gritted teeth.

Vince’s hand slides around my waist and he jerks me against his chest. “You’re going to be so fun to break.”

I’m so fucked.