Chapter 12
12
Nick
I kept my countenance neutral.
Or I tried to.
The expression on Kaden’s face was priceless. Truly. Because one moment he’d been playing with Yasmine’s nipples and the next his mouth opened in an oh .
Finally I grinned, meeting his gaze as I lowered my captive slowly to the floor.
“You’re serious?” He stroked her hair as I began the process of untying her.
“Very.” I willed him to believe me.
“You’re straight.” He said the words as if they were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Well…” I released a knot and rubbed to ensure circulation was still strong. “I would say that I haven’t been with another man sexually. I have played with them in public dungeons.”
“Isn’t that contradictory? How can you have a public dungeon?” His brow knit.
“Well, there are kink groups in Vancouver. One such place is Club Kink—run by my friend Master Dante. There’s a cover charge or you can purchase a membership. So I suppose it isn’t entirely public—as in you can’t just wander in off the streets—but it costs little to gain admittance.” I loosened then untied another knot. “I meant in comparison to people’s homes. Like here.” I waved around. “This is a private space.”
Kaden gestured. “So you do this in public?”
I grinned. “I’m in high demand as a Top. My rope skills are, well, exceptional. Master Kinto teaches many of the classes, but I’ve taught some beginner ones. I’m also good at wielding a whip.” I arched an eyebrow. “I can hit you without leaving a mark.”
He shifted.
I glanced down at his crotch. Silly man had worn jeans again. With his impressive cock, that kind of constriction had to be uncomfortable. “Well, maybe you’ll let me suspend you.”
“In public?”
“Anywhere you want.” I winked. “You seem to be more of an exhibitionist than I would’ve expected.” I pointed to his crotch. “Go ahead and get undressed. I’m looking forward to you fucking me.” My own cock was growing nice and hard. I massaged Yasmine’s calf. “Are you okay, ma chère?”
“Mmm.” She leaned her head back against my chest, her soft hair flowing in gentle waves. “I get to watch him fuck you, right?”
“Naturelment.” Figured I’d throw in another French word. My mother had insisted I take lessons up until my senior year of high school.
She giggled. “I like you.”
“Well that’s good, because I like you too.” She’d moved from subspace to that comfortable and warm place as she pulled into full consciousness. A little giddy. A lot happy. I glanced over to Kaden. “Snag the blanket at the foot of the bed?” I loosened then untied the last knot.
He nodded and did as bade. He returned and quickly had Yasmine wrapped.
She giggled again. “I want to watch.”
“But of course.” Against my better instincts, I tossed the rope into a pile. Normally I liked checking it over and recoiling it immediately, but I had two delectable delicacies waiting for me. I turned to Yasmine. “Do you want to be on the bed or sitting in a chair? I think that would afford you a better view…”
“Chair, then. But as soon as you’re done, I’m joining you on the bed.” She yawned. “I’m tired. I just had the most awesome experience, and I’m exhausted.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
She grinned. “Almost as good as an orgasm. Almost,” she reiterated lest I be confused.
“No worries, chère—you’ll get at least one of those by the end of the night.”
“Oh good.” She sighed.
Slowly, I rose. “I’ll position the chair. Can you carry her?”
Kaden nodded.
“I can walk.”
Trust Yasmine to protest.
“Certainly you can, but I think Kaden wants the reassurance you’re okay before he turns his attention to me.”
Kaden nodded, holding my gaze.
See? I’m not an insensitive clod…
Within moments, I had a large, comfortable chair in place. Just a few feet from the bed—and with a perfect view of what I suspected would be true debauchery.
Kaden carried Yasmine with ease and settled her so she was curled with her legs tucked against her chest. He wrapped the blanket around her, and kissed her soundly on the lips.
She snagged his chin and pulled him close. Then she whispered something in his ear.
My curiosity piqued, but no way would I ask.
I pulled back the sheets on the king-sized bed. Then I yanked my T-shirt over my head.
Kaden straightened and stood beside Yasmine’s chair.
I unbuttoned my jeans, lowered the zipper, and yanked them down along with my underwear.
He licked his lips. “Are you sure about this? Because it’s pretty unusual for someone to wake up and randomly decide they’re okay with having gay sex.”
“Anal.” I confirmed that, lest there be any question. Judging by the way he pressed his hand against his crotch, I figured we were on the same page. I palmed my cock and gave it a couple of tugs. “Remind me to tell you about Evan.”
He cocked his head.
“Later.”
“Yeah, okay. Yaz’ll remember. She remembers everything.”
Trying to detect if he was simply making a statement or offering some underlying meaning proved too complicated for me.
Yasmine will remember.
Good enough.
She offered two thumbs up. Then she turned to Kaden. “I think you need to be naked as well.”
He grinned. “Yeah, that was the plan.” He eyed me. “You know how to prep yourself or do you want me to do it?”
What I wanted was him inside me as soon as possible, but I couldn’t rush him. I’d only just dropped the anal sex bombshell on him. He might need time.
After holding my gaze for a moment, he snagged the hem of his T-shirt and yanked it over his head.
He had a stunning chest. Muscular, defined, and with the tattoo Yasmine talked about.
I longed to touch. To lick. To bite. Another time . I snagged the lube from the nightstand. I also made a show of placing the condom within easy reach.
After nodding, he unbuttoned his jeans, lowered the zipper, and shucked both his jeans and underwear in one smooth motion. We’d already laid our phones on a little stand by the desk, so he was able to casually throw his clothes over another chair.
I scooted onto the bed, eased myself to the center, and positioned a couple of pillows behind my head.
He moved to the foot of the bed to watch me avidly.
I coated my fingers with lube, and his eyes widened.
I moved my cock and balls out of the way so I could slide a finger inside, and he grasped the footboard.
As I canted my hips so my fingers went in farther, he groaned.
I’d done this before. Being a sensual creature, I’d experimented a few times. I wasn’t going to share that tidbit with him. He thought he had the upper hand in this relationship—in this moment—and I wasn’t going to disabuse him of the notion. I scissored and opened myself, then sank my fingers around until I found that spongy spot I enjoyed so much.
My cock leaked precum.
“Prostate?” He whispered the word with a sweet reverence.
I nodded.
He moved swiftly to the side of the bed. He snagged the condom, ripped open the package, and rolled the fucker on. Within a heartbeat, he was between my thighs.
“I figured we’d be doing it doggy-style.”
“Not for the first time. I want to see your face. Need to see your face.” He offered that amendment up quickly. “Because I need to see how you’re doing.”
I didn’t miss the slip.
He snagged the bottle of lube, poured some on his palm, and slicked up his shaft. Then he met my gaze.
Knowing he needed reassurances, I smiled. “Go for it. I’m ready.”
After a fraction of a second, he moved between my thighs.
I moved my legs up and out of the way. I’d never, in my entire life, been so exposed. So vulnerable. In a position where someone could really hurt me.
Yet I trusted him completely
I quickly glanced at Yasmine and winked.
She grinned.
I refocused on Kaden.
He guided himself to me and slowly started to ease his way in.
I had some experience with butt plugs, so this wasn’t entirely foreign to me. Still, as he pressed his crown into me, I felt a sting of pain. With supreme effort, I didn’t gasp—didn’t vocalize at all. Because he’d stop. Or slow down. And I wanted him to keep going.
“You’re so tight.” He said the words through gritted teeth.
“Yeah. Just you.”
His eyes flashed. Hot, hungry, and full of desire.
My cock strained. I’d never had a guy give me a blow job before. I’d never given one. By tomorrow night, we’ll have checked those two things off my list . I had zero doubt he’d be up for that. That and so much more. “Keep going, Kaden. I can take it.”
He slid in farther, pulled back a bit, then pressed in again.
Each slide against my prostate sent little sparks of electricity shooting through me.
Finally, he held himself still.
Our gazes locked.
I squeezed his cock.
He grunted. “Keep that up?—”
“Yes. That. All of it.”
He grinned. “Yeah, okay.”
To my relief, joy, and bliss, he moved. Well, at first he shifted. Then he withdrew almost to the tip and eased back in.
Oh for fuck’s sake. I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my heels into his ass. Much as Yasmine had with me—just a few days ago.
He picked up the pace. He grunted each time to thrust into me.
I moaned as joy sang through me. Whatever discomfort there initially was now completely gone. From here on in, I was just going to get nailed.
“Jerk yourself.”
Oh. Right. Because my cock wasn’t the one doing all the work. Novel concept . I snagged my cock and jerked it to the rhythm he set. Demanding. Pushing me higher and higher. I tugged with equal ferocity. I might wind up being sore tomorrow, but I so didn’t give a shit.
My balls drew up.
“I’m coming, Kaden. I’m?—”
That was the sum total of the warning I was able to give him. Cum spurted over my hand as I milked myself through the most intense orgasm of my life.
Still, he continued to thrust into me. “I…” His harsh breaths hit me.
“You too, Kaden. Please come.”
He thrust twice more, held himself still, and then howled a release.
Yep. Howled. Well, or some kind of weird yell.
His head was thrown back and his neck exposed.
I held still as I imagined him emptying inside me. Technically inside the condom…but also inside me. I snuck a glance at Yasmine.
She had pushed the blanket aside. Her legs were wide open, exposing her labia to me. Oh, and she was rubbing one out. Her movements became frenetic as she clearly neared her climax.
“Come, Yasmine. Now.” I might not be in control of much of this, but I could command her.
Whether or not she’d respond to that command—whether or not her body was close enough to the precipice—was out of my control.
She stiffened, and her motion stilled. She closed her eyes.
“No. Keep them open.”
She did as bade. Her glassy gaze shifted between myself and a spot just above me.
Kaden, staring at her even while his arms shook.
Fuck. In my entire life, I couldn’t remember ever doing anything hotter.
And I’d done a few things in my early BDSM days.
Nothing like this though.
It might not last forever.
Maybe not…but I could enjoy the moment.