Chapter Six
Rafe answered the door the next evening, eyes dark as he looked Jonah over.
Jonah smiled weakly up at him. He was clutching his bag in too tight a grip, and he wasn’t quite sure what had him nervous.
It wasn’t the first time he’d been here, after all.
It wasn’t even the first time he’d arrived expecting to be fucked.
Rafe reached out and hauled Jonah in by the front of his shirt. Jonah squeaked, all the air forced from his lungs when Rafe pushed him up against the wall next to the door.
“Rafe…?”
“They decided I’d be the one with the most self-control,” Rafe said. His eyes flashed. “I don’t know where they got a silly idea like that.”
Jonah groaned when Rafe kissed him. There was an urgent edge to it, and he dropped his bag to the floor, tangling his hands in the front of Rafe’s very expensive shirt.
Rafe kissed down his jaw and Jonah panted into the dark hallway. “The… The others. We…”
Rafe growled. “They wanted me to help you get ready, too. If you want?”
“Get ready?”
“I didn’t just order the one collar for you, Jonah,” Rafe murmured. His lips hovered tantalisingly close to Jonah’s. “I want to see you in gold and jewels all the time.”
Jonah flushed. “Well, it’s not exactly…” He pushed closer to Rafe. “Yeah, I’ll wear it. If you want.”
Rafe crushed their mouths together again. He grabbed Jonah’s thighs, hoisting him up, and Jonah clung to his shoulders. They kissed as Rafe carried Jonah up the stairs, and when Rafe tore his mouth away, Jonah focused on sucking his own mark on the dark, smooth skin of his throat.
Rafe opened the door to his room, and they stumbled through. Jonah whined when Rafe tossed him onto the bed. He wasn’t hard, but he was getting there, and he unfastened his tight jeans, sticking one hand inside and wrapping it around his cock.
“Fuck,” Rafe ground out. His hands shook, but he tossed Jonah’s bag aside and stalked over to the opposite side of the room.
Jonah groaned, stroking himself slowly. He didn’t want to get off. Not yet. Not until they were all together. But he needed something, even if it was just his cock growing hard under his own touch.
“Stop,” Rafe growled. He stood over Jonah, towering over him, and fire burned in his eyes. Jonah swallowed and tugged his hand free of his jeans.
“Strip.”
One-word commands it was, then. Jonah got clumsily to his feet, standing too close as he stripped off his t-shirt and kicked off his trainers.
His socks were next, and he felt faintly silly wriggling out of his jeans, but the heat in Rafe’s eyes never dimmed, especially once his cock came into view.
“Underwear?” he asked.
Jonah shook his head, trying to fight the twitch of his lips. He hadn’t wanted to wear anything more than was necessary.
Rafe put the box he was holding on the bed beside Jonah and stalked back across the room. There was a tension to his shoulders that Jonah wanted to kiss away, but he thought it would take more than that to be rid of it.
He watched as Rafe opened one of the wardrobes. There was another logo-less paper bag at the top, and he opened it, glancing at Jonah once before he seemed to come to a decision and carried it over.
Jonah frowned as Rafe reached inside the bag. “Put these on.”
He held out a pair of lacy underwear, and Jonah swallowed hard. He took them, though, when Rafe’s expression didn’t change, and put them on with all the gracelessness he’d had when he’d been removing his jeans.
Rafe’s gaze was like a brand; he didn’t look away until Jonah had tugged them up over his hips. They fit perfectly there, of course, though his dick strained against the front, a wet patch already forming on the satin pressed against his sensitive head.
“Rafe,” Jonah murmured. “Did you…?”
Did you buy them for me? It was what he wanted to ask, but that seemed presumptuous. After all, Rafe had presented the collar and clamps and cock ring without asking, so if he’d been hiding the underwear…
“They’re for you,” Rafe said, his voice a little deeper than usual. “I didn’t know the best time to—”
He flushed, a little, and Jonah smiled. “Different colours?” he asked, indicating the bag.
Rafe huffed and set it aside, reaching next for the box on the bed.
Jonah held himself perfectly still as he settled the collar around Jonah’s throat.
This one was studded with rubies, the same colour as the fabric hugging his hips.
Tiny rubies dripped from the clamps on his nipples, and they were studded into the cock ring, too, though Rafe didn’t fasten it around Jonah’s already hard cock.
“For later,” he murmured. For now, he tucked the ring into the front of Jonah’s underwear, then took a step back to admire his handiwork.
Jonah tried not to squirm under the intense scrutiny. A smile unfurled across Rafe’s face.
“Perfect,” he said.
He stepped back into Jonah’s space and Jonah turned his face up for a kiss. It was short and sweet, and then Rafe took Jonah’s hand and led him toward the door.
Jonah hesitated on the threshold. Rafe looked back at him. “You know they’re going to enjoy you,” he murmured. “But if you don’t want to do this, no one will make you.”
Jonah snorted. He knew that. He wanted them, too. It just felt… Bigger, somehow. Like this was a night that might change things.
Rafe squeezed his hand. “Jonah?”
“No, you’re right,” Jonah said. “C’mon. Let’s go.”
They made their way down the hall, up some stairs, and it took Jonah a moment to realise they were visiting a part of the building he’d never been to before. He scowled at Rafe as they climbed yet another flight of stairs, but Rafe merely laughed in response.
“Ez’s room is all the way at the top, unfortunately.”
Ez’s room? Jonah’s eyes widened. He’d not seen it before, and he wondered for a second what it might be like. Did it have some strange other dimension, like Damon’s? Only Finley’s had seemed entirely what Jonah was used to, and he thought, somehow, Ez’s room might be different to that.
They reached the top of the stairs and Rafe squeezed Jonah’s hand again before he opened the double doors in front of them.
As they swung open, Jonah’s eyes widened.
He was certain of one thing, instantly: there was definitely something similar to Damon’s room going on here. It was far bigger than it should be, like a suite rather than a room, and as they stepped inside, the attention of all the men inside snapped to them.
Jonah swallowed hard, hoping none of them could hear the way his heart raced. Then again, what else did they expect? They were all looking at him like he was being offered up for dinner, and it felt like that, too, in the most delicious of ways.
“Excellent work, Rafe,” Ez said. He was ensconced in a high-backed armchair, one leg crossed casually over the other.
He wasn’t wearing his suit jacket, shirt open at his throat and sleeves rolled up to show off his forearms. He smirked when he saw Jonah looking and Jonah smiled back, even as Rafe pushed him further into the room.
Damon and Torin were on a small sofa facing the doors.
Torin was already in Damon’s lap, though they’d stopped whatever they were doing upon Rafe and Jonah’s entrance.
Still, Damon had a hand down the back of Torin’s shorts, and he was shirtless, one of Torin’s hands splayed across his massive pecs.
“Didn’t know you were gonna dress him up in pretty panties, too,” Finley said.
He stood near a drinks cart, a glass in his hand.
He was wearing a shirt too, though it was unbuttoned, open to display his furred chest and abs.
With a wink at Jonah, he tipped his glass up and swallowed the rest of the amber liquid inside. “Ready for this, sweetheart?”
Jonah huffed a laugh and shook his head. “I don’t think I could ever be ready for this.”
Rafe stepped up behind him, fingers digging into his hips. “Oh, you’re more than ready,” he purred. One hand moved, and he stroked a finger down the length of Jonah’s cock. Jonah groaned, tipping his head back against Rafe’s shoulder.
The air shifted, seeming to thicken around them. When Jonah looked up, Torin was panting against Damon’s mouth as Damon fingered him open. Finley stalked toward them, but he captured Rafe’s mouth when he got close, and Jonah whimpered at the sight of them fighting each other for dominance.
“Touch yourself, Jonah,” Ez said, voice quiet. He had his chin propped on one hand. Jonah thought he might look unmoved, except a familiar darkness was beginning to creep into the white of his eyes.
Jonah nodded and stroked himself through the underwear. His cock jerked, already desperate for relief, and the wet patch grew. Finley tore his mouth from Rafe’s with a growl.
“Are we neglecting you?” he murmured in Jonah’s ear. “Poor thing.”
He batted Jonah’s hand away and squeezed him firmly. Jonah arched up into his touch. Rafe kissed down his throat, toying with the clamps on his nipples, and Finley dropped to his knees with a grin.
“Such a tasty treat for me.”
“Not just for you,” Torin said from the sofa before he let out another loud groan. Whatever magic Ez was emitting, Torin’s cries only heightened it, and Finley grabbed Jonah’s hips when they jerked forward.
“You’re busy,” Finley called back and nuzzled the front of Jonah’s wet underwear.
Jonah moaned. He turned his head, mouth meeting Rafe’s again, and twitched against him when Finley sucked on his cock through the thin fabric. It was only moments before Finley had Jonah in his mouth, sucking him down to the root in one movement.
“That’s it,” Rafe murmured, and when Jonah shifted his gaze, he saw Ez’s dark eyes were on them.
Finley sucked hard and Jonah groaned, unable to move from the way Finley was holding his hips. Rafe had his arms trapped, too, and sharp teeth grazed his throat, making him shudder.