Chapter Thirteen
Cormac
I wake up slowly, humming as lips run over my neck, a beard telling me just whose hand is stroking my cock as their dick slides between my ass cheeks.
“Well, this is a nice way to wake up, Royce.”
“I thought you’d like it. The other three are already awake. I heard them shuffling around in the other room, and since we have plans…” He trails off as I turn my head to kiss him.
Yes, we do have plans for the day, which means we need to get up. But first, we’re going to come. Royce’s hand speeds up as he rocks into me faster, coaxing both of us toward our orgasms. It’s not long before I explode over his hand, his cum hitting my back moments later.
I chuckle as I climb out of the bed. “Looks like we need a shower before we get the day started, doesn’t it?”
Royce returns my grin and follows me into the en suite. While we enjoy the feel of each other’s skin, nothing else happens. We both just came, and we really do have plans for the day.
Dressed in a pair of sweats and nothing else, I step into the main room to find Parker, Mackenzie, and Damon piled onto the couch, making out. Mackenzie is in Damon’s lap while Parker is practically climbing them both as they trade kisses. They don’t seem to notice me or Royce until I clear my throat.
Lifting an eyebrow, I smirk. “Having fun?”
“We are,” Mackenzie says, her cheeks flushing as she meets my eyes.
Royce made sure to go over hers and Damon’s kinks and hard no’s before I fucked his brains out, so I know she has a daddy kink like Parker. Damon, on the other hand, isn’t as submissive as our other two. We’ll have to see how that plays out today. Clearly, I don’t need someone to be submissive to sleep with them, considering I’m also with Royce. We’ll just have to see where he fits in our dynamic.
I hum. “That’s a good girl. Are the three of you hungry? I thought we’d order room service and watch a movie.”
“Really?” Parker’s surprise is clear in his voice.
Royce chuckles. “We need to make sure the three of you are well-fed before we have our fun today. Plus, it’s Cormac’s birthday, and we always watch a movie on his birthday.”
“Happy birthday!” Mackenzie perks up, grinning at me. “How old are you?”
“I find it interesting that women get offended when you ask how old they are, but she just asked you how old you were,” Royce says before I can answer her.
She rolls her eyes, and I make note of it. That’s one. I wonder if Parker forgot to tell her how we feel about rolling eyes. “I have no problem telling you how old I am. I’m twenty-seven, just like Parker. Although, I guess you’re almost twenty-eight, and Damon is almost twenty-nine. Damn, you’re getting old.”
“Yeah, we’re getting old.“ Damon scoffs.
“I’m forty today,” I tell her before pointing at Royce. “He’s thirty-eight, and we don’t ask how old women are because we’re gentlemen, asshole.”
That sends Mackenzie into a bout of giggles, and I don’t bother hiding my smile. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a woman with us. Sometimes we’ll bring one home for a night because we all love pussy, but there’s never been anyone we’ve wanted to stick around.
Based on the look in Parker’s eyes, he wants to keep both of them around. It’s something Royce and I discussed before deciding to go ahead with the auction. We knew there was a chance Parker wouldn’t want to let them go, and there’s no way we’re letting go of Parker. We decided that if it’s what Parker wants, we’ll invite them into our relationship—whether Royce and I want anything more with either of them is yet to be determined.
We’re both intrigued by the idea of Parker’s childhood sweethearts, but we don’t really know them. Today, that’s going to change.
Yes, we plan for the five of us to have sex, but we also want to spend time getting to know Mackenzie and Damon.
“Someone grab the room service menu before Royce and Cormac start wrestling,” Parker calls out with a laugh.
“Why would we do that? I think I’d like watching them wrestle.” I’m surprised that it’s Damon who says this. I know he gave Royce head, but there’s been no other indication that he’s interested in Royce or me.
My surprise must be written all over my face as Damon laughs. “Look, I might not be into calling either of you daddy, but you’re both hot as hell. You shouldn’t be surprised by the fact that I’m attracted to both of you. And hot men wrestling one another? Sounds like my kind of fun.”
That sends all of us into laughter. I grab the menu and bring it to the couch so everyone can decide what they want to eat. While I place the order, everyone works together to bring the mattresses into the main room and sets up for a movie morning—and eventually a day of sex.
As soon as the food is dropped off, we turn on Forrest Gump —my favorite movie of all time.
Once the movie is over, Mackenzie and Parker are passed out, wrapped around one another. Getting Damon’s attention, I nod toward the main bedroom, and the three of us stand up as quietly as we can so we won’t disturb them. We move on silent feet to the bedroom, and I shut the door quietly behind us.
“I wasn’t expecting to have this conversation until later, but since they’re passed out, I figured why pass up the opportunity.” I shrug, sitting on the end of the bed.
Royce sits beside me while Damon leans against the door.
“What conversation?” he asks, suspicion lacing his words.
“The one where we discuss the fact that you don’t have a daddy kink like the other two. Even if you were only together once, there had to be one of you who was more dominant. I’m going to assume that was you.” Royce waits until Damon nods before continuing, “Neither of us has an issue with that. We’re more caregivers than Doms. We just wonder where you stand.”
He snorts. “I’m not a Dom. I tried out the community for a while, but it wasn’t for me. I don’t want a submissive. Do I tend to take control? Yes. Is that going to be an issue?”
I shake my head. “No, but that’s why we’re having this conversation. Royce and I have fun planned for the day that we’d like you to enjoy as well. Are you a top or a bottom?”
“Both. I don’t like labels.” Damon smirks. “I like to fuck someone’s ass just as much as I like mine being fucked.”
“Oh, you’ll fit in well with us then,” Royce says with a chuckle. “Besides liking when Parker, and even Mackenzie—assuming she does—calls us daddy, your description could’ve been about us.”
Damon’s eyes light up as he steps away from the door. “Is that so?”
“Save that hunger for out there,” I tell him with a shake of my head. “We want everything that happens between us—“
“Besides the surprise blowjob,” Royce says, cutting me off.
I wave him off. “Yes, besides that, we want everything to involve Parker. Not just because of your past relationship, but because it’s what he needs. He’s in a dark place right now, and while he’s doing better with the two of you here, we don’t want to do anything that puts that happiness in jeopardy.”
“What do you mean, he’s in a dark place?”
I shake my head. “That’s not my story to tell. It’s up to Parker what he decides to share with the two of you. But he needs this weekend, and we intend on making sure he knows nothing but happiness.”
He nods. “I can get behind that. Are you going to clue me in on your plans?”
Glancing at Royce, who just shrugs, I sigh. “I guess we can share that with you.”
By the time I finish telling him our plans, he’s grinning—and sporting a massive erection.
“Holy shit. How big is your cock?” I didn’t mean for the words to slip out, but damn.
“Really big,” Royce assures me. “You should have seen what he was wearing for the auction. Actually, you’ll see later. I dropped his and Mackenzie’s lingerie off to be cleaned on our way up last night. Should be here any time now. But it was very revealing. He’s massive even when he’s soft.”
The knowing smirk on Damon’s face should piss me off, but it doesn’t. I really just want to see his cock to see if Royce is exaggerating.
A knock sounds, and if it’s reaching us in here, then it surely woke up Parker and Mackenzie. “Damn, I was hoping they could sleep a little longer.”
“It’s probably the laundry. Come on before one of them tries to answer the door.” Royce is on his feet and halfway across the room before his words register.
Shit.
Yeah, we don’t need either of them answering the door. Parker knows better, but Mackenzie doesn’t.
Damon stiffens, glancing between Royce’s disappearing back and me. “What’s that all about?”
“The story that isn’t mine to tell. Parker knows not to answer the door, but I’d prefer if neither you nor Mackenzie did either. It’s for your own safety.”
His eyes narrow, and I’m sure he wants to ask more, but luckily, he just nods. “Yeah, okay.”
“Good news! Your outfits from the auction are back,” Royce is saying as Damon and I step out to join them. “If you’ll put them back on, we can get the fun started. Oh, and Parker, there’s a little something for you, too.”
Mackenzie scurries over and grabs the lingerie from Royce. “Thank you.”
“Thank you, what?” he practically growls, sending a shiver down her spine as I smile.
“Thank you, daddy.” Then she’s hurrying to the bathroom off the main room and shutting the door behind her.
Royce hands Damon a scrap of material, and I lift an eyebrow. It looks like it’s not going to cover a damn thing.
“You can use Parker’s room, while Parker uses the master,” Royce murmurs as he grabs Parker’s hand and brings him over to me. He holds up the scrap of material to give each of us a flash of it before pushing it into Parker’s hand and nudging him toward the room.
“Wait. Before you get changed, we need to bring the mattress back into the bedroom. Help us?” We can’t exactly make use of the restraints attached to the bed without a mattress, now can we?
Royce, Parker, and I drag it into the bedroom and get it set back up before leaving Parker to dress in the scrap of material that I can’t wait to see on him.
“That’s all Damon was wearing at the auction?” I can’t help asking after a few moments.
Royce just nods, leaning against the wall. “Do you have it on yet, Parker?”
“Not yet,” he calls back, and I sigh. I’m so ready to get on with our day.
Royce leans in and kisses me, squeezing my cock through my pants. “Eager, are we?”
“Fuck off,” I tell him with a laugh, breaking away when I hear the creak of a door opening.
Turning, I find Mackenzie standing there in a mostly see-through black number that has me practically panting. “Holy shit.”
“Right? Wait until you see Damon and Parker.” Royce chuckles before gesturing for Mackenzie to join us.
“You look amazing, little one,” I breathe out as she stops in front of us.
She ducks her head, cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. “Little one?”
I lift her chin with my finger, waiting until she meets my eyes. “Compared to the rest of you, you’re a little one. I’d like to call you that if you’re okay with it.”
“I’d like that…daddy. Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that, little one. I’d like to kiss you, if that’s alright with you?”
For this part, I don’t mind being softer with her. It’ll make her more comfortable with us as we find our footing.
“Yes, please.”
I lean down, pressing my lips to hers. She opens for me without me having to ask, and our tongues dance together. She’s not hesitant in her kiss, but it’s easy to tell she’s still unsure of where she stands with us.
I pull back when Royce clears his throat. Lifting my head, my eyes land on Damon. My eyes widen as he grins, spinning in a circle to let me see the whole picture.
He’s wearing a damn jockstrap that’s mesh in the front, leaving nothing to the imagination. His cock is hard, and he’s even bigger than I thought he was.
Holy shit.
“Parker,” I call out. “You better be ready because we’re coming in. Bedroom. Now. Both of you.”
Damon crosses his arms over his chest and raises his eyebrows.
“Please,” I growl as Mackenzie hurries into the bedroom as requested.
“Thank you,” Damon says with a smirk before sauntering past me.
I shake my head. “He’s a menace.”
“True, but he’s hot as hell, and did you see the size of his dick?”
I laugh, slapping Royce on the back as we follow them into the master bedroom. “You know I did. It should make for a very good time for all of us.”
We come to a stop just inside the doorway, my eyes scanning over the three of them. I smile when I see that Parker is wearing the same exact jockstrap as Damon—though he looks a lot less comfortable in it.
“Damn, Park. You look hot as hell in this. Spin for me?” I step toward him, ignoring the other two for a moment. I don’t want him to ever feel uncomfortable in his body, and this is something I can fix.
He hesitates for a moment before turning slowly. Mackenzie catcalls him, and I can’t be bothered to hide my smile as Parker flushes.
“I almost want to keep the three of you in these for the rest of the day, but something tells me it’s not going to last all that long.” I smirk as I allow my eyes to rove over all three of them again. “Little one, Royce went over your limits with me. You’re willing to try restraints?”
“Yes, daddy. I think I would very much like that,” she says quietly, and I nod.
“Good. Why don’t you go lay on your back on the bed, hmmm? Damon, if you’ll do the honors of restraining her?” Royce waits for him to nod before turning his attention to Parker. “Parker, baby, you get the honor of undressing us.”
Mackenzie clambers onto the bed while Damon walks around to the top, grabbing the restraint and closing it around her wrist.
I lose sight of them for a moment as Parker steps in front of me, pulling my shirt over my head before dropping to his knees so he can undo my pants and pull them off as well, leaving me in a pair of boxer briefs.
“Is this good, daddy? Or do you want them off too?”
“Such a good boy,” I tell him, cupping his cheek. “I think this is good.”
Parker pushes to his feet and moves over to undress Royce as well. My eyes fall back to the bed to find Damon making out with Mackenzie, but keeping his hands to himself. That’s something at least.
I clear my throat, and they break apart unhurriedly. Damon shoots me a smirk, shrugging. I squeeze my eyes shut so I won’t roll my eyes, letting out a sigh. “Little one, I have a few other things we’d like to try out with you as well. Do you want to know what we’re going to do beforehand?”
“I think I’m okay with you not telling me. I can let you know if I don’t like something, right?”
I nod, going over the traffic light system with all of them to make sure everyone has a way to let us know if they don’t like something.
“Damon, there’s a spreader bar underneath the foot of the bed. Why don’t you get Mackenzie set up with that, and I’ll go grab what we need for the next part.” Glancing at Parker, I nod toward the bed. “Why don’t you blindfold her and then help keep her mouth occupied?”
He grins. “On it.”
Royce and I step into the main room, him going for the fridge for the ice while I grab the candle we lit earlier. I hear him adding the ice cubes to a glass as I walk back to the bedroom, Royce only a few steps behind me.
I pause inside the doorway once more, just taking in the scene before us. Damon has the spreader bar wrapped around Mackenzie’s ankles, extended as far as it can go, and even from here, I can see just how wet she is as she makes out with Parker. Damon is sitting beside her, fingers teasing up and down her legs. Moving toward the bed, I see Mackenzie startle as she hears us.
“Heard us, did you, little one? It’s always interesting how our other senses work when we lose one of them. I just want to check in with you. What’s your color?” I ask as I settle beside her.
Royce has circled to the other side, climbing on behind Parker.
“Green. Very green,” she murmurs, her head turning toward me.
Royce chuckles. “That’s good to hear. This next part might be overwhelming. If that happens, remember to say either yellow or red—depending on what you want—and we’ll stop. Understood?”
“We need your words, little one,” I tell her when she nods.
“Oh. Sorry, daddy. I’ll try to remember that. Yes, I understand.”
“Such a good girl,” Royce murmurs as I glance at Damon.
He lifts his eyebrows, and I wonder if he remembers his part in this plan.
“You’re up, Damon.”
“Thank fuck,” he murmurs, moving to the end of the bed and lifting Mackenzie’s legs until they hook over his shoulders. He leans forward until his face is buried in her cunt, a mewl spilling from her lips at the first touch.
Turning my attention back to Royce, I find him murmuring in Parker’s ear, letting him know what part he will play. He nods with a murmured “Yes, daddy” before he leans down, flicking his tongue over her pebbled nipple.
A gasp of surprise leaves her lips as she arches her back, jerking at the restraints as she reaches for Parker, and likely Damon. I smirk, maybe not knowing exactly what she’s feeling, but knowing enough to know she’s feeling everything very different with one of her senses lost to her.
Then it’s mine and Royce’s turns, though we are trying to overwhelm her, we’re not going to use the ice and wax at the same time. Even on someone who is used to sensory deprivation that can be overwhelming.
I nod to Royce, watching as he lays the ice cube on her shoulder and moves it down slowly. A shiver wracks her body as her mouth falls open, her breaths rapid. I nod again and he lifts the ice off her skin. She pants, her head turning toward him.
“More, daddy. Please.”
I wave for Royce to do what he’s going to do as I reach down to squeeze my cock. Watching the three of them work her body over has me worked up, but I wait my turn as he brings the ice to various parts of her upper body until the cube has melted.
I lean forward slowly, so she’ll know something else is coming—even if she has no idea what it is. I let a small amount of hot wax drip from the still lit candle onto her stomach, leaving a trail. Once more she gasps, struggling in her restraints before she screams out her release.
When Damon starts to lift his head, I shove it back down. “Don’t stop until she’s finished. Extend it for her.”
He makes a disgruntled noise, but does just that. I release his head and set the candle aside.
“Okay, Parker, that’s enough,” Royce urges him to pull away from Mackenzie’s tits, and he also lets out a disgruntled noise.
Once Mackenzie relaxes back onto the bed, Damon lifts his head to meet my gaze. “Am I good now?”
“Yes, smartass.” Rolling my eyes, I reach for the restraint on Mackenzie’s wrist and release it. “Let her out of the bar, please? It’ll just get in the way for the rest of this. Parker, will you take off the blindfold?”
“Yes, daddy.”
Royce moves to her other wrist, massaging it as I am the one in my hand. As soon as the blindfold is gone, her head rolls to the side to look up at me.
“How are you feeling, little one?”
“Good, daddy. Really, really good.”
I grin. “Good. That’s what we want you to feel. Are you ready for more?”
She nods but catches herself. “Yes, please, daddy. I need more.”
“Good girl,” I murmur. “I think Parker has earned being inside that pretty pink pussy. Don’t you?”
“I’d like that,” she murmurs, her eyes finding Parker, who’s grinning at her.
“And Damon can have that ass,” Royce says, and while she’s a bit more hesitant about that, Mackenzie agrees. “That’ll leave Parker’s ass for Cormac and his mouth for me. How does that sound?”
Damon snorts. “Like a party.”
That sends all five of us into a fit of laughter.
Once we’ve all quieted, I help Mackenzie pull off her lingerie. Originally, we planned to have everyone keep theirs on, but it would really just get in the way too much. Once she’s naked, we get her into a kneeling position. “Everyone will have to be on their knees for this to work.”
“That’s fine,” she says, scooting forward until she’s in front of Parker, who’s already lost his jockstrap.
“Hey, Mac,” Parker murmurs, wrapping one arm around her waist to pull her flush against him while he cups her face with the other.
She grins. “Hey, Park.”
I roll my eyes, knowing that if I leave this up to them we’ll be sitting here forever. I reach between the two of them, stroking his cock before notching it at her entrance. Mackenzie slides down his length, her eyes fluttering as she turns her head toward me.
“Thank you, daddy.”
“It’s my pleasure, little one.” I move behind Parker, holding my hand out to Royce, who slaps a bottle of lube into my palm.
Damon is moving around behind Mackenzie with his own bottle as Mackenzie rides Parker, finding the way her tits sway with the movement a bit of a distraction—but in the best kind of way.
I move into a kneeling position myself, lubing my fingers up. I press one to his puckered hole, pushing inside of him and causing his hips to stutter and fucking into Mackenzie as he groans.
A gasp falls from Mackenzie’s lips, her movements halting but Parker is quick to pick up the slack and fucks into her as Damon stretches her likely virgin hole.
I tease Parker’s prostate with each thrust of my finger before adding a second and a third. When he’s stretched enough and panting, I slide my fingers out, rid myself of my boxer briefs, and lube up my cock instead. Damon seems to get the same idea, nodding to me to go first as he loses his jockstrap. I can’t help taking a moment to admire that monster cock of his before returning my focus to the man in front of me.
We plan on there being a lot of sex over this weekend, but Royce and I wanted this first time to be us focusing on Parker to make sure he’s okay before anything else happens between either of us and Mackenzie or Damon.
I press into Parker’s ass, his breath hitching as he freezes. Once I’m fully seated, I gesture for Damon to go ahead.
He goes much slower, something I appreciate, and I’m sure Mackenzie does as well.
“Full. So full,” Mackenzie murmurs over and over again as Damon inches into her. His dick is massive, and I’m slightly worried about having him be the first in her ass, but he assured us earlier he knows how to make sure she feels good. Something that’s confirmed when his hand snakes around to rub her clit.
“Color, Mackenzie?” Royce asks as he shifts closer to us, having lost his own boxer briefs at some point. His hand is stroking up and down his cock as he watches the show we’re putting on.
“Green, I think.” She shakes her head, a gasp falling from her lips before she detonates again. She screams out her release as Damon pushes in the last few inches. Eventually she pants out, “Sooo green.”
Royce chuckles and stands slowly, his hands going to mine and Parker’s shoulders to keep his balance. “Okay, Parker. Time to suck daddy’s cock.”
“Yes,” he hisses, turning his head to suck him down.
Mackenzie bites her lip as she watches Parker swallow him down. “That’s hot.”
“So are you,” Royce offers her with a grin.
I’ve held still so long in Parker’s ass that I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t move soon. I close both hands over his hips as I pull back before slamming back into him, making him fuck into Mackenzie and then her onto Damon. Then we’re all moving as Royce fucks our guy’s mouth. It doesn’t take long for Damon and I to match our paces until the five of us move together in harmony.
I wish there was a mirror in here so I could watch the way we’re moving together but for now, I’ll just have to use my imagination.
When Parker begins wiggling in my hold, I know he’s close so I speed up my movements. He yells around Royce’s cock as he comes, his orgasm setting of Mackenzie’s. Her screams fill the room as Damon’s hips stutter and he comes in her ass.
I continue pounding into Parker when Royce is the next to come, spilling himself in Parker’s mouth. I’m right behind him, losing my breath as I come harder than I have in a long time.
Once we’ve all calmed down, it takes some rearranging for us to separate. Mackenzie and Parker both collapse onto the bed, seemingly unable to control their limbs any longer.
“Are the two of you okay?” Royce asks with a chuckle.
“Great, daddy. Perfect, in fact,” Mackenzie says with a thumbs up and a dreamy smile.
Parker just grunts, rolling over until he’s cuddled into Mackenzie, falling asleep in mere seconds.
I laugh. “I think he’s just fine.”
A small snore spills from Mackenzie’s lips, and Damon shakes his head. “If they’re that worn out already, how are they going to make it through the weekend?”
“Oh, they’ll make it through. But right now, we all need to shower. Are you good to take Mackenzie in with you?” I wait for Damon’s nod before turning to Royce. “I’m going to hop in now, and then I’ll help you with Parker if you need it.”
He waves me off. “We’ll be good. Go enjoy your shower.”
Pushing off the bed, I head to the bathroom. If the first orgasm this weekend felt that good, how am I going to make it through the weekend?
Fuck it. We only live once, right?
And I’m going to enjoy the hell out of this weekend.