Chapter 27
(Kit)
“F-fuck!”
Steel’s voice in my ear sent a shiver through me and a whine as Rebel switched from sucking his cock to sucking mine. He knew just how long to spend tormenting each of us, leaving us teetering on the edge by the time he stopped.
“While you’re over there get him ready for me!” Steel growled, a tube of lube bouncing off my thigh when Steel haphazardly tossed it our way before digging in the drawer for the condoms.
Peering down my body to the sight of Rebel’s head bobbing was such a fucking turn-on that I was ready to come the moment I felt his slick finger at my entrance. Just when I was about to shove at him, he nipped my inner thigh hard enough that all thoughts of coming completely subsided.
“Ow, shit,” I groaned, placated when he went right back to sucking again, slower now, as he started prepping me.
“Save that cock for me,” Rebel growled.
“Thought Steel was going to…” all thoughts and words flew right out of my head when he swirled his tongue around the crown on my cock and started lapping that piercing over the slit.
“Steel is gonna fuck you,” Rebel purred against my thigh, “and you are gonna fuck me. At the same time.”
“Holy…”
Yup, there was that talented tongue and wicked piercing again, leaving my mind crackling with static electricity.
How I’d been chosen to be the filling in the sandwich I didn’t know, but I wasn’t about to turn down that particular bit of choreography.
As far as I was concerned, Rebel could direct us however he wanted, as long as the night ended with all of us getting off, preferably more than once.
Rebel scissored two fingers, pinning me in place with his free hand, restricting my movements so I couldn’t rock against him, the fucker.
That’s why it took me a moment to figure out that the choked-out little sounds he’d started making weren’t because he was trying to deep throat me, but because Steel had slid behind him.
If he was doing even half of what Rebel was doing to me, I knew exactly how he felt.
The resounding slap of Steel’s hand hitting Rebel’s ass echoed through the room, and Rebel pulled off my cock, flopped down on the bed beside me, and immediately reached for me.
Neither of us was feeling particularly patient as I fumbled with the condom, and then he tried to help, making it harder in so many different ways.
Steel finally batted our hands away from my dick and put it on for me, then yanked me into a searing kiss.
“Where’s mine?” Rebel asked, grinning when Steel gave me a shove that sent me into his embrace.
One kiss wasn’t enough, and a wild make-out session ensued, broken up when a sharp pinch on my ass made me yelp and reach back to rub the spot.
“What was that for?” I grumbled.
“Getting distracted,” Steel replied, making Rebel chuckle.
“If I can’t sit on my throne tomorrow,” I grumbled, only to earn another pinch, this one from Rebel, when he left a stinging reminder on my inner thigh for me to pay attention to him.
Oh, well, if that’s the way they were going to play it. Lining up, I slid inside Rebel, finding him well prepped and ready for me. His fingers dug into my ass as he tried to tug me deeper, a needy whimper escaping as he wiggled, dragging his knee over my hip.
“Don’t either of you move,” Steel growled, putting an end to our bucking and squirming.
I felt his weight shift, the bed dipping as he crawled between our legs.
“He’s flexible,” Steel snarled in my ear, “so let me know if you need to fold him in half; trust me, he’ll go wild if you do.”
“Fuck yeah,” Rebel groaned, drawing his legs up.
I hooked them over my shoulders, and Steel folded him in half even more when he pressed inside, fat cock stretching me and driving me deeper into Rebel, who couldn’t move.
His hands scrambled against my shoulders when Steel set the pace, fucking me into a frenzy while he set my whole world on fire.
Clinging to Rebel, our moans mingling into a beautiful song, the slap of skin on skin on skin as wild as any drumbeat I could dream up.
In the end, it was Rebel who came first, clawing my shoulders, the pinpricks of pain and his groans in my ear throwing me right over the edge after him.
Steel fucked us through it before coming too, his breaths harsh pants as he pulled out and flopped sideways, allowing me to ease away from Rebel, our skin sticky from his release.
He looked blissfully fucked out as I eased his legs down and was clearly in full cuddle bug mode because he pawed at me until I curled up beside him and let him snuggle with me.
Steel’s arm fell across us both like a warm, comforting blanket as we lay there still struggling to fully catch our breath.
“So,” I muttered as I played with Rebel’s hair. “Does that clear our debt for the pizza?”
Rebel snickered, while Steel just groaned and nipped my shoulder.
“What was that for?” I grumbled.
“It takes too much effort to pinch your ass again,” Steel replied. “As for your question, no, only your half is paid for.”
“You’ll need to give my pay receptors time to recharge,” Rebel insisted, voice half muffled against my chest. “Then I’ll be good to go.”
“Pay receptors?” I asked.
“Uh-huh,” Rebel grumbled. “I’ll explain later, when there are fewer light spots behind my eyes.”
“Seeing fireworks?” Steel asked.
“And an ocean of stars.”
“You should write that down,” I muttered.
“I will, if you remember to remind me later,” he replied, words slow, like it was taking effort for him to focus enough to say them.
His weight on my arm was growing heavier too, not that I had any plans to move. It would probably be asleep in a few minutes, like him. Already his breathing was deepening. My body was sated, but my mind still wasn’t willing to shut down, even for a nap.
“I’ll remember,” Steel muttered.
“He’s got a mind like a steel trap,” Rebel grumbled. “Never forgets anything.”
“And a cock just as hard and unrelenting,” I added. “I’d say he more than lives up to his name.”
“Oh, you two have jokes,” Steel grumbled, tickling me.
It was hard to squirm, trapped between him and Rebel, and it only got harder when he tried tickling Rebel, who burrowed against me like he was trying to use me as a shield. Yeah, I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“You just tickled all the jokes out of me, I promise,” I said, sides aching from laughing so hard.
“Good, because I just used up the last of my energy tickling you,” Steel admitted. “So much for unrelenting.”
“You were plenty unrelenting when you were fucking my brains out,” I said.
“Is that a complaint?”
“Hell no.”
“Just checking.”
“Check. Quieter. Please.” Rebel managed, words a bit garbled and slurred.
“Think he’s done for the night?” I asked.
“Naa, you’re cuddled up to the king of the power naps right there,” Steel replied. “We’ll just be drifting off when he decides he’s ready for round two.”
Groaning, I nuzzled Rebel’s neck. “What’ll we do then?”
“Fuck him through the bed,” Steel replied.
Rebel’s only response was to lift his hand off my hip, but I couldn’t tell what he did with it.
“Uh-huh,” Steel said. “Thought so.”
“Did he flip you off?” I asked.
“Naa,” Steel replied. “He gave me a thumbs up.”
“Of course he did,” I said, sighing, because damn, I was warm and comfy, and the pillow had formed a cradle around my head that made it feel like I was sinking into the bed. “Tell me a story.”
“I know once upon a time, and the end,” Steel replied. “You’ll have to fill the rest in yourself.”
“Not that kind of story,” I said, snickering against Rebel’s shoulder. “I want to know what made you decide to sign on to guard a bunch of slightly deranged musicians.”
“Meh, most of you don’t misbehave as much as you’d like to think you do,” Steel replied.
“At least not in any way that matters. As for what made me do it? Sully. When he decided to put Damage Control Incorporated together, I was one of the first guys he reached out to. He felt that it would be pointless to let our skills go to waste after how long we’d spent sharpening them.
I had no idea who our clients would be when I agreed to do it.
I just knew that being retired equaled being bored as hell. ”
“Yeah, I can’t picture you retired,” I said, trying and failing to conjure up any images, despite being known for having an overactive imagination.
“It wasn’t pretty, let me tell you," Steel said. “Those first few weeks, I kept telling myself I’ve got this while I worked out all the basic shit. Apartment, furniture, I made a key mistake right there and listened to a few guys who suggested IKEA. By the time I got that shit built, I was seriously questioning every life choice I’d ever made.
After that, I hit up a couple thrift stories for the rest of the shit I needed, because I was already itching to hit the road and get the hell out of that apartment. ”
“Where’d you go?”
“My brother’s place, in South Mississippi,” he replied.
“Is that where you’re from?”
“Yup.”
“You don’t have an accent,” I said.
“Said the guy who leaves no doubt in anyone’s mind where he’s from when he drops the 'r's in damn near every word.”
“Hey, you’ve gotta paaaak the caaa, man; there’s just no other way of going about it.”
“So you say.”
“So I know,” I replied.
“Guess I’ll just have to take your word on it.”
“Pretty much,” he replied.
“Is there a lot to do down there?”
“If by a lot, you meant mornings spent fishing in the pond out behind his place and nights spent hitting the casino buffets in Gulfport, scarfing way too much food and dropping a couple bucks in the slots just to get free drinks, then yeah, my days were full.”
“You skipped afternoons.”
“Because it was too damn hot to do anything that didn’t involve being indoors somewhere with a fully functioning air conditioner,” he said.
“Which meant we spent a great deal of time over at my sister’s place, playing video games with our nephews and keeping them out of our sister’s hair while she fine-tuned recipes for the latest cookbook she was working on.
She’d stuff us with samples too and hand out comment cards for thoughtful feedback.
She was big on that part. Drawing five stars at the bottom, or writing two thumbs up, was not considered an acceptable form of critique.
We were required to talk about the flavor profile and anything we thought could be elevated or toned down. ”
“Sounds a lot like homework to me,” I muttered.
“You wouldn’t say that if you’d gotten to taste the things I tasted,” he replied. “She made a crab and shrimp gumbo one night that I could have eaten for a week straight and never gotten tired of it.”
“What’s gumbo?”
“What’s…” he sputtered, “Oh, we will have to make sure you get an education in proper Cajun food the next time we’re anywhere close to home.”
“I think we head south after Rocktoberfest,” I replied. “Draven was still working out all the stops, but Ozzy said he was talking about a festival in New Orleans at the end of October and listed off a bunch of places he claims I won’t want to miss.”
“I’m sure I can add a bunch of others to that list,” he said. “I’ve always loved that city. When I was a teenager, my friends and I would take off to Mardi Gras with some of our older buddies, and let me tell you, that town knows how to throw a party.”
“That’s where people wander around flashing their assets just to get beads thrown at them, right?” I said.
“Among other things,” Steel replied. “Trust me when I say that there is no other experience like it in all the world. Maybe one day we’ll have the chance to check it out.
They hold it every February. Amazing food, a kickass parade, you never know what you’re going to see.
One year they had a float with a giant ass genie from the Disney Aladdin movie featured prominently on it. ”
“That does sound badass.”
“New Orleans is amazing,” Rebel said, voice no longer as sleep-slurred as it had been before. “We’ve gotta take you on a ghost tour in one of those horse-drawn carriages and down to Jackson Square; there’s always music there, and the vibe is positively enthralling.”
I hadn’t realized he’d been listening the whole time, with how deep and rhythmic his breathing had been, but it seemed like he hadn’t missed anything.
“You’re not gonna be happy until you’ve scared a few years off my life,” I grumbled.
“Gotta help you catch up somehow,” the smartass replied.
“Thought you were snoozing,” Steel pointed out.
“Started too, then you started talking and I just lay there enjoying the sound of your voice while the rest of me was recharging,” Rebel said, tongue trailing over my collarbone.
“You can’t say I didn’t warn you,” Steel replied, chuckling as Rebel squirmed, hand brushing over my cock, making me squirm too.
“Warn me?” I muttered, wondering what the hell he was talking about.
“Welcome to round two.”