Chapter 10
10
Zach
After doing the dishes—which he wouldn’t let Amy help him with, causing her to pout before sighing and heading off to her room to read before bed—Zach went in search of his boyfriend. No one was in the main living room, so he didn’t have to look far. Amy wasn’t the only one who had decided to read in bed, though obviously, Kincaid was in his and Zach’s bed, not Amy’s.
“Hey, there,” Kincaid said as Zach entered the room, immediately stopping what he was doing and picking up the bookmark he’d laid on his chest. He was stretched out on the bed, feet bare, wearing his favorite sweatpants and nothing else. Dark hair sprinkled his chest and down his abs, making a happy little trail down to the waistband of his pants.
“Hey.” Zach sauntered over to the bed and crawled onto it, crossing from his side to invade Kincaid’s while his boyfriend watched him coming with a slightly amused gaze. He placed the book on the nightstand beside him. “Whatcha doing?”
“Right now?” Kincaid asked, reaching up to slide his hand around the back of Zach’s neck and pulling him down. “Kissing my boyfriend.”
Heat bloomed in Zach’s body as his lips met Kincaid’s, the strong fingers around the back of his neck holding him in place where Kincaid wanted him. While Zach might be a sadist and a top, something about Kincaid had always drawn him in from the very beginning. He’d fought it for a while, both the attraction and the submissiveness that Kincaid instilled in him…
But it had felt so damn good when he finally gave up the fight.
Kincaid moved, rolling both of them so Zach was on his back, with Kincaid kneeling between his legs. Zach’s cock swelled, pressing against the tight front of his pants as Kincaid planted his hands on either side of Zach’s head and lowered his mouth to kiss him again.
Their bodies pressed together, Kincaid’s cock rubbing alongside Zach’s. He moaned against his boyfriend’s lips as the pleasure, the need, surged. Zach reached up to run his hands across Kincaid’s hard body, his muscular chest and shoulders, moving them to his boyfriend’s back as more of Kincaid’s weight came down on him. Kincaid rocked against him, making both of them groan as Kincaid broke off the kiss and moved his lips along Zach’s stubbled jaw.
“How do you want it tonight?” Kincaid murmured, making his way toward Zach’s ear. His breath was hot along Zach’s skin, and when he caught Zach’s earlobe in his teeth, Zach moaned at the pleasurable sting.
He shuddered. It had been too long since they’d had sex, and they were missing out on tomorrow night. He wanted to feel it. He wanted it rough and hot and filthy.
“Hard. Fast. I want to feel used.”
He could practically feel Kincaid’s grin, even though he couldn’t see the other man’s expression. Kincaid raked his teeth over Zach’s earlobe again, making him cry out. His hips thrust upward, and he shuddered again, clinging to Kincaid’s shoulders.
He knew Kincaid understood what he was asking for.
The buttons on his shirt flew across the room as Kincaid ripped the sides of his shirt open, and Zach scowled.
“Dammit, do you know how much that shirt cost?”
“I’ll buy you a new one.” Kincaid was slightly more careful with his pants, probably because they were harder to rip than his shirt had been. His hand wrapped around Zach’s cock, stifling any further protest he might have made as hot pleasure lanced through him. Kincaid moved his hand up and down, a rough, callused handjob that was pleasurably painful. “A better one. Now be a good little fuckboy while I suck this gorgeous cock.”
Oh, good, Kincaid was going for total domination with a dash of humiliation.
Just the way Zach wanted it right now.
So, like a good little fuckboy, he kept his mouth shut other than a low groan as Kincaid’s hot mouth enveloped his cock, Kincaid’s free hand tugging at his balls.
Amy
Oh, fuck… that wasn’t what she thought it was, was it?
Amy’s head lifted up from the latest Trinity Masters book, her ears straining for more. Maybe it was just because she was reading about a hot trio—two men and one woman—where the woman was watching the two men get it on, but she could swear that sounded like a sex moan.
A really hot sex moan.
She’d figured she’d dive into the Trinity Masters because she loved the series, and the trio relationships wouldn’t make her think of Jeremy.
Or maybe, subconsciously, because she was kind of living her own little trio situation right now, just without the hot sex.
I was supposed to be getting married a week ago. I shouldn’t be thinking about having hot sex.
That sounded like another moan.
So much for not thinking about having hot sex.
She was glad her presence wasn’t keeping Zach and Kincaid from enjoying each other. She really was.
But…
God, her brain was doing horrible things.
Right now, instead of thinking about her heartbreak, instead of minding her own business, her brain was pushing the image of the three of them as a trinity. The two of them together, in robes, coming to meet their third… her. And when her identity was revealed, they were excited. Relieved.
Desirous.
Amy bit her lip against her own low moan as she pressed her thighs together.
Of all the times for my libido to suddenly return. Fuck.
She tried to refocus on her book and block out the noises, but reading about people having sex wasn’t exactly helpful. Maybe if she could just speed through the sex scene…
Another moan—she was sure that it was Zach who was moaning—nearly had her throwing the book across the room as her body pulsed in response. Shit. She couldn’t remember where she’d put her vibrator.
Was it gross to masturbate when listening to her housemates having sex? It felt like it was maybe a little gross. Sure, she’d seen them at the clubs together before, but this was different; this was in their home. They weren’t putting on a show for everyone to watch.
Remembering they were both exhibitionists who occasionally fucked for an audience at Stronghold did help some of her guilt. Just a little. And she’d been reading a sexy book, so it wasn’t like her arousal was all for them.
Maybe she didn’t need to feel so guilty about wanting to get herself off, too.
Maybe just this one time, then I’ll buy a TV to put in here, so next time they’re having sex, I can turn that on and tune them out.
That seemed reasonable.
Kincaid
Sliding his mouth up and down Zach’s cock, Kincaid ran his tongue along the mushroom head, just like he knew Zach liked.
“Fuck!” Zach’s hips thrust upward, trying to bury himself in Kincaid’s throat again.
Gripping his boyfriend’s hips, Kincaid pushed him back down, holding him in place so he couldn’t move so easily. Zach’s fingers gripped his hair tighter, making his scalp tingle, trying to push Kincaid’s head back down, but he wasn’t letting that happen yet.
Pulling his lips off of Zach’s cock with a small popping sound, Kincaid laved his tongue over the sensitive head.
“Shhh, you don’t want Amy to hear us, do you?” He felt Zach’s shudder as the other man panted for breath. “Or maybe you do. Maybe you’d like it if we invited her in here to watch me fuck you, so she could see her top bent over, bottoming for someone else.”
His cock ached harder as he described the scenario, one that had happened in the past when they’d included a woman in their play. Hell, Amy had seen them at the club before, too. Maybe he shouldn’t be using her as an example now that she was living with them and in the room right next door. She hadn’t consented to being part of their fantasy… though he supposed no one ever did consent to being part of someone’s fantasy. That was the whole point of fantasies.
Zach’s reaction was electric, his cock jerking so hard, it bounced off his stomach, his eyes glowing even hotter with desire before he closed them.
“Fuck… Kincaid…” His voice was lower, hoarser, than before, but Kincaid knew the image had gotten to him.
“Do you think she’d like watching you get off in my mouth? Then watching me turn you over so I can fuck your ass until you’re crying for mercy?” Almost before he’d finished speaking, Kincaid lowered his mouth again, sucking Zach’s cock between his lips and taking him in deep. The thick head nudged against the back of his throat, and he swallowed, working the muscles so he could take Zach down to the root.
His boyfriend cried out, fingers flexing against the base of his skull. Kincaid felt the first pulse against his tongue before the stream of liquid jetted down his throat. He swallowed again, sucking and pulling the pleasure from Zach’s cock, drinking it all down as the liquid heated the inside of his stomach.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” Zach panted, his hips trying to push upward, despite Kincaid’s weight pressing down on them, until he went limp beneath him, and the stiff ridge of his dick began to slowly soften between Kincaid’s lips.
Kincaid let the suction lessen. His own cock was hard as a rock, and he wanted to be buried inside Zach… now.
Zach had said he wanted it hard and fast.
Pulling his mouth away from Zach’s cock, he used his leverage—and Zach’s passivity following his climax—to turn him over onto his knees, shoving a pillow beneath his hips for good measure.
“I hope you’re ready to be my little fuckboy,” he said, leaning over to rest the length of his cock between Zach’s upturned buttocks so he could open the drawer to the nightstand and get the lube.
“Yes, Sir,” Zach said, still panting. He whimpered slightly as Kincaid pulled away. They’d had sex often enough that he didn’t always stretch Zach, especially when he wanted the other man to really feel it. He knew he wasn’t going to injure Zach; he just had to go slow on entry.
Zach
His own softened dick nestled against the pillow, Zach felt the tip of Kincaid’s hard cock press against his hole. Slick, hard, and hot, he groaned as Kincaid pushed forward, burying his face in the sheets to try to stifle the noise. This was exactly what he’d wanted tonight.
The dirty talk.
The roughness.
The stretch of Kincaid’s cock opening him up without the benefit of fingers or a toy beforehand.
It hurt, in a good way, burning as his sphincter was forced open by the thick cock. A sting that ached but wasn’t more than he could handle as Kincaid began the long slide into his ass.
“Good job, little fuckboy,” Kincaid said, sliding his hand over the back of Zach’s head, gripping him by the hair, and pulling him back so Zach was impaling himself on Kincaid’s cock. “You feel so good, so tight, around my cock.”
Zach whimpered.
This was the part of him he’d been scared of. The part of him that loved being called a little fuckboy. The part of him that loved taking Kincaid up his ass and being praised for it. The part of him he’d tried to deny for so long, he still felt slightly ashamed of even as he reveled in it.
“You’re going to take my whole cock, then I’m going to use this sweet ass for my own pleasure. And you’re going to love it, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” Zach gasped as Kincaid retreated slightly, then thrust in deeper, harder.
His opening ached around the thick girth of Kincaid’s cock. Unlike a toy, it was thick the whole way down, and Kincaid actually got wider at the root, which meant the deeper he went, the more Zach’s muscles had to stretch to accommodate him.
“Oh, fuck…” Zach tried to muffle his groans as Kincaid bottomed out, the tip of his cock pressing against Zach’s prostate as he passed by. Whimpering, Zach pushed back against the man, his muscles clenching Kincaid’s cock, massaging it.
“Good little fuckboy.” Kincaid growled the praise right before he began to fuck Zach into the mattress.
Amy
Oh God, oh God, oh God…
She needed noise-canceling headphones.
Or a TV she could turn up really loud.
Something.
There was no way she was going to be able to live here with them while they were making those kinds of noises on a regular basis. She would spontaneously combust. She felt utterly filthy as she rubbed her clit, listening to them, but she couldn’t stop herself. She needed to cum so badly.
It was like all the tension that had built up inside her all week long had wound her tight, and she was so close to release…
“ Fuck !”
Zach’s voice, muffled though it was, followed by Kincaid’s low, guttural groan, was all she needed to tip herself over the edge.
She rubbed her slippery clit harder, her arm muscles aching, but it didn’t matter because the spirals of pleasure that soared through her were far more powerful.
“Oh, fuck…” She whispered the words, all too cognizant of how thin the walls were, but she couldn’t help but make some noise. “Oh, fuck… oh, fuck…”
The wet slickness of her pussy was hot against her fingers as she finally went limp, panting for breath and staring up at the ceiling. Her body felt hot, not just from the orgasm but from embarrassment.
She really hoped they hadn’t heard her—the way she’d heard them—because it was really quiet over in their room right now. They were probably cuddling or something. Hopefully, they weren’t quiet just because they’d heard her . She was pretty sure she’d been quiet enough that they wouldn’t have.
Please let me have been quiet enough.
Still lying on her back, staring up at the textured paint on the ceiling, she let out a long sigh.
It was very clear to her that she was going to need to try to find a place of her own sooner rather than later. Not because Zach and Kincaid weren’t accommodating—they were, and they’d said she could stay as long as she liked—but now that she was here, she knew it couldn’t last long.
Her feelings for Zach had always been something she’d denied. They only saw each other at the club, after all, and they both had partners… but now she was single and apparently incredibly pathetic, not to mention rebounding hard. She needed to find a proper rebound, not someone whose friendship she didn’t want to lose.
And she needed to get out of this house before she did something really stupid—like throw herself at two men who didn’t want her.