Chapter Twenty-Two #2
He loved the rush of the swing and the resulting sound.
Yet, he wanted to watch James in action even more.
Nolan delivered a few more swings on both sides, making sure to alternate his blows and get those cheeks and thighs nice and rosy.
He ached to feel the same, to be on the receiving end, even as he enjoyed delivering those blows just as much.
“Your turn,” Nolan said. He gave Tristan’s ass a hard squeeze and then stepped away.
“Excellent,” James said. His brows were drawn in concentration, and wickedness sparkled in his eyes.
James was a true sadist, like Meg, and his skill with impact play was so hot.
James rolled his sleeves up to show off that forearm porn, and damn, Nolan was addicted.
A thwack sounded from behind him, followed by Micah’s “fuck off,” which meant they’d started their scene.
And by the couch, Ollie sprawled out with Sloan between his thighs while Fin and Ezra knelt on the floor, prepping the pretty sub’s hole.
Comfort washed over him at being in this space with these people. And being with his person. His heart expanded so much it tested the confines of his chest, and he sucked in a shaky breath.
“You okay?” James asked, glancing his way.
Of course he noticed.
Nolan nodded and smiled, unable to express more with his words. He hoped that his eyes communicated the rest. James relaxed and then lightly tested the tawse by giving it a few thwacks against his palm. Tristan twitched at the sound, and Nolan pressed his lips together to hold back his amusement.
James moved in close, and he gave the first tap of the tawse against Tristan’s ass. “Nice and thumpy, right?”
“And vicious,” Tristan muttered. “You forgot vicious.”
“You love it, gorgeous,” Nolan said as he stepped in front of the spanking bench to comb his fingers through Tristan’s thick chestnut strands. He undid the bun and got a good handful of his hair wrapped around his fist.
James met Nolan’s eyes as he lifted the tawse.
The glint there, that bit of menace, was devastatingly sexy.
A shiver coursed through him as he carded his fingers through Tristan’s hair.
He’d co-topped Tristan with Meg before, but the energy between him and James was alive and electric in a way that set him afire.
James brought the tawse down on Tristan’s ass with a crack, and Tristan’s back arched as he cried out. With Nolan’s fingers woven through his hair, he could feel the flinch, the second the leather hit skin, and a rush of heat roared through him. His cock tested the fabric of his yoga pants.
James didn’t stop. He volleyed one blow after another on Tristan’s ass, making sure to alternate, even as he held nothing back.
“Miss me?” he teased as Tristan moaned and cried.
Nolan ran his fingers through Tristan’s hair with soothing strokes as James swung down again. Tristan arched back in pain, his lashes fluttering.
“Color?” James asked.
“Green,” Tristan gasped out, and Nolan ran his thumb along that glossy lower lip.
He then thrust his finger into Tristan’s mouth, who began to suck.
Fuck. His blood was pumping hot and heavy, and their scene was just beginning.
James had gone over the rest of what he’d planned, and he’d replayed it in his fantasies over and over.
“Looks like that ass is red enough to sink into now,” James said, tossing the tawse to the floor. He palmed Tristan’s cheek, and Tristan whimpered around Nolan’s thumb. “Getting his mouth ready for me, baby?”
God, this was so perfect. Nolan’s heart clenched hard.
“Come on over and test it,” Nolan said, thrusting his thumb in a few more times. Tristan’s mouth was hot and wet, and damn, his cock throbbed. The need to bury inside a hole flared something fierce, and he loved that he and James could take apart Tristan together.
James slowly unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a sexy thin undershirt clinging to his chest, then he stripped both off, showcasing sculpted pecs and washboard abs that Nolan wanted to lick.
He then unbuttoned his pants and shunted those and his boxer briefs down, leaving him totally bare. Fuck, this man was a work of art.
James stroked his cock, long and thick with a flared tip, and need rushed through Nolan. He wanted that splitting him open tonight.
“Gonna save your load for me?” Nolan asked, fluttering his lashes.
“Depends on how fast you finish,” James teased. Fuck, his smirk was so sexy.
Nolan snagged one of the condoms from his pocket and pulled down his pants.
He peeled his tank top and flannel off next, then stood in front of Tristan’s ass.
Nolan ripped the packet open and rolled the condom onto his cock.
James plucked a bottle of lube from the floor beside the spanking bench, handed it to him, and then stood in front of Tristan.
“Better open up wide,” James said as he lined his tip up to Tristan’s lips.
Tristan lifted his head and dropped his jaw.
Nolan stopped to watch, running his palm in circles over Tristan’s blazing ass cheeks as Tristan took inch after inch of his lover’s cock.
Heat pulsed through him fast and fierce, and he jolted out of his reverie.
Nolan parted Tristan’s cheeks to reveal his furled hole, and he squeezed out some lube to slather across the tightened skin there, then he slicked the rest along his cock.
Tristan let out a muffled moan as James began to rock his cock in and out of Tristan’s mouth, holding the base, since it was too big to fit.
Lust pumped through him hot and heavy. Damn, that was a fucking sight.
He pushed his tip inside Tristan’s tight hole, and another moan erupted from him, those lashes fluttering. “You feel so good,” he said as he thrust deeper inside. The hot, tight clutch of his hole after Nolan hadn’t fucked anyone in a spell was pure sin. He wasn’t going to last long.
“You should feel this mouth,” James commented, continuing to rock back and forth.
Saliva dribbled down Tristan’s chin, a few tears trickling along his cheeks.
Nolan licked his lips and pushed in the rest of the way.
Tristan’s eyes rolled back in his head, and another moan was muffled by James’s cock in his mouth.
“Fuck,” Nolan swore as he drew back and thrust in again.
Tristan’s hole was pure bliss, and the pretty sub moaned between them.
James kept a steady pace of thrusting into Tristan’s mouth while Nolan sank into that lush hole over and over.
He hadn’t been sure how it’d feel co-topping with a partner, but their connection radiated strong between them, even as he fucked hard into Tristan, even as James lost himself in his mouth.
Every charged glance, every push and pull as they found a rhythm of taking him apart together, brought him closer to James.
And damn, he was so close to coming he could scream.
Moans and the sloppy sounds of fucking echoed around him, along with cries and the clap of a hand to skin, and it amplified the sensations pouring through him.
Nolan set a relaxed pace that matched James, sinking into Tristan’s tight hole again.
His cheeks were hot against his groin, and each time he fucked in, a zing fluttered through him.
Goddamn. He thrust in over and over, losing himself in sensation, in the way Tristan’s hole squeezed him tight, in the sight of James buried deep in Tristan’s mouth.
Nolan would have that thick length stretching him open tonight, and he couldn’t wait.
“Getting close,” James warned. “Tristan’s got a sweet mouth.”
Nolan smirked and fucked in hard and fast. He gripped Tristan’s hips tight as sweat prickled his forehead. He was so damn close. The sight of the marks on Tristan’s ass, James’s smirk, and the feel of the tight channel sucking him in all culminated.
His balls drew up, and his release slammed in with the force of a bullet train.
He gripped tight to Tristan’s hips as a long, low moan escaped him. His cock kicked another spurt of cum as the bliss sucker-punched him, stealing his breath, robbing his senses. Nolan gasped, floating along with it. His whole body felt wrung out and relaxed, and damn…he still felt so turned on.
Nolan took his time pulling out of Tristan’s hole and gave his ass cheek an affectionate squeeze. “Perfect job, babe.” He tied off the condom and disposed of it in the trash can a few feet away.
“You were so good for us,” James said, slowly withdrawing his massive cock from Tristan’s mouth. It glistened with saliva, fucking dripped, and Nolan resisted the urge to pin him down, straddle him, and sink right down on it. “Meg, you all ready?”
Meg slipped over gracefully, and Nolan glanced at Micah and Parker. Parker had him pinned against the wall and was fucking him until he cried—typical. Which meant Meg was free to continue playing with her gorgeous sub.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Meg said as she helped Tristan up from the spanking bench. His lips were puffy, his ass blazing red, and he had a dreamy look on his face that sent a burst of pride through Nolan. “Ready to eat me out until you pass out on my pussy?”
Tristan whimpered. Meg grabbed his hand and led him to the couch, a smug smile on her lips.
When Nolan turned, James was dragging mats out for the second part of what they had planned. This would be just between him and James.
“Ready for part two?” James gave him a wicked smirk, the look in his eyes for him alone.
Nolan’s heart thundered.
He was so gone on this man.
“Bring it.”