53. Jacob
Jacob
O rion’s body went slack seconds before my orgasm barreled over all three of us.
I bucked so violently off the floor as cum splattered the underside of my chin and I lost my grip on the belt entirely.
Vince didn’t stop, instead dropping Orion’s lifeless body down onto my chest and fucking into him for another minute until he threw his head back and came with a roar loud enough to rattle the windows.
He fucked into the unconscious man for another minute, and then Orion was gasping to life, picking up right where he left off and fighting the belt off of his neck.
He ripped it free before remembering himself, pressing one hand against my chest and reaching around to feel for Vince with the other.
“There,” Vince whispered, pressing a sloppy kiss against the side of Orion’s hair. “Is that better?”
If I hadn’t been watching him like a hawk, I’d have missed it.
The sudden flash of shame that streaked across Orion’s face.
He lifted his hand from my chest and swept his fingers across his throat, tracing the angry red welt left from the belt, then his shoulders sagged and he dropped his chin toward his chest.
“Is that better?” Vince asked again, pulling out and standing up.
Orion winced, and answered with a weak nod.
“Both of you into the shower, wait for Caspian to come clean you up,” Vince said, and then he was gone, the door to my bedroom still open, the tawse discarded on the carpet beside Orion’s leg.
“He’s not that bad,” I said quietly, not wanting to spook Orion.
“I don’t trust him,” Orion finally spoke, pressing against the base of his shaft to pull out of me. He rocked back and stared down at what I imagined had to be a huge mess between my legs.
“What’s the damage?” I asked with a faint laugh.
“It looks worse than it is.” He scooped some cum with his fingers and smeared it across my hole. “I don’t want Caspian to touch you.”
I pushed myself into a seated position, wincing at how uncomfortable the carpet was against the split-open lines on my ass and the backs of my thighs.
Orion had done a number on me with the tawse, hitting me harder than I’d ever been hit before, but I didn’t have a single complaint.
The pain was exactly what I’d needed to ground me in the present, to make sure I remembered the point of everything happening between us.
“Vince made himself clear,” I said gently.
Orion worked his jaw, avoiding my stare. I rolled forward onto my knees, taking his jaw into the cradle of my hand. He winced at the tenderness, but eventually relaxed into it, and something like hope bloomed in the middle of my chest.
“I love how possessive you are,” I whispered, using my hand to bring his face toward mine. “I love how fierce you are when it comes to protecting what’s yours.”
“Are you mine?” he asked, leaning into my hand. “Or are you his?”
“Isn’t that the same thing?”
Orion dragged his tongue across the front of his teeth, brow furrowed as he dissected the obvious truth of my observation.
“He can clean you in the shower,” Orion conceded, as if there was ever a question as to whether he’d go against Vince or not. “But not the cuts.”
“You can bandage me up,” I promised.
I thought back to our first night together, me on my knees at the church, Orion wielding the whip at Vince’s command.
And then together alone at the end of it all, the tentative and careful way he touched me until he knew gentle wasn’t what either of us needed.
If I closed my eyes, I could sometimes still feel his finger digging into my skin, the hot blood trickling down my spine.
Orion pushed to his feet and held out a hand for me, which I readily accepted as the concession it was. Standing, he looked more himself, even with his disheveled hair and the quickly darkening bruise around his throat.
“It’s a shame you hate him so much,” I said, knocking my shoulder into his as we walked together toward the bathroom. “He’s fun to fuck.”
Orion made a derisive sound and shoved me onto the closed lid of the toilet so he could get past me to turn on the water. The shower roared to life, raining down and ready. Orion stepped out of the way so I could move under the spray, and Caspian appeared in the doorway, naked and…
Fuck.
“Vince sent me,” he said by way of explanation.
“I know,” Orion said, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “You can wash him.”
Caspian gave me a meek look and hurried past Orion, into the shower behind me.
He was gentle with the soap, using his fingers instead of a cloth to make sure I was clean.
If Orion noticed the way Caspian paid extra attention to the blood and dried cum between my legs, he didn’t say anything about it.
Caspian reached behind my balls, smoothing his fingers down the sensitive patch of skin between my sac and my hole, but moving quickly away before it was enough to get me hard.
“I think that’ll do it,” he said softly.
Orion handed me a towel, which I wrapped around my waist after stepping out of the shower.
He traded places with me, giving me a wary look before moving under the spray in the place I’d previously occupied.
Caspian gave him the same attention, choosing to focus his long and trembling fingers against the bruise around Orion’s throat before moving down to his half-hard cock.
The tension between the two of them was thick enough to cut with a knife, but as long as Caspian had his hands on Orion’s battle-scarred skin, the air in the room hung soft like a truce.
Caspian avoided the scars that crossed Orion’s chest and back, and then he was clean and finished, and standing in front of me with a towel clutched around his waist. Caspian stepped out and dried himself off as Orion squatted down to get a first aid kit out from beneath the sink.
“Thank you,” Caspian said, not to me, but to Orion. He dusted his fingers across Orion’s shoulder blades, then let himself out of the bathroom without another word.