Chapter 17
Danger
There was no denying the state of frenzied arousal they were all in by the time they finished their kink questioners. Roan was sitting in Ocean’s lap; for fuck’s sake, the pair were going over the final page together, kissing in between giggles.
“Mmm, that was the last one, right?” Ocean groaned.
“Better be,” Roan hissed. “You promised to take your pants off.”
“And you promised to lose all your clothes, so get off me and get to stripping!” Ocean snapped, the tone of his voice cracking through the room like a whip.
It made Danger jump, blinking as he dragged his thoughts away from his aching balls.
He caught Pope’s gaze, one eyebrow up, head cocked, a sinister smirk on his face, as Roan slowly slid off Ocean’s lap, dragging out the movement, drawing his bottom over Ocean’s sleep pants until Ocean groaned and gripped his hips, growling as he yanked Roan against him, hips raised to show their boy exactly what he was doing to him.
His new pup might be young and a tad inexperienced, but he was already letting his dominant side shine through right alongside his protective one.
Danger would certainly keep an eye on that, nurturing and exploring it as much as Ocean craved until he grew into the man he wanted to be.
Seeing Pope clock it too, reminded him of all that Pope had done for him when he was first beginning to explore his pup headspace and reconcile his feelings for Pope with the image he had in his head of the pup he wanted to be.
Right now, there was a show to enjoy, courtesy of Ocean and Roan, and Ocean was having fun nipping the back of Roan’s neck in between rocking his hips beneath him in a slow, lazy cadence that looked to be winding Roan up even more.
“No fair…teasing after you’ve been teasing me all afternoon,” Roan grumbled.
“Yes, fair,” Ocean declared. “Since you were the one who suggested I let you sit on my cock so you could keep it warm for me while we filled out the questionnaires. Talk about unfair. That was all the way back at C when we had the whole alphabet in front of us.”
“Well, not the whole alphabet,” Roan sassed, “since we’d already gotten through A and Baaaaaa. Fuck, fuck, tickling is the ultimate not fair!”
All his squirming did was prompt Roan to wiggle around in his lap, bottom rubbing over Ocean’s cock, until Ocean locked one arm around him, pulled him flush against his chest, and tickled the hell out of him until Roan squealed.
“Now, are you gonna strip, or do I have to strip you?” Ocean growled.
Danger’s cock twitched, not just because of the tone of Ocean’s voice, but because what they were doing had brought his inner voyeur out full force. A shiver tore through Roan’s body, his back bowing until his head rested on Ocean’s shoulder as Ocean rocked him in his lap.
“I-I’ll strip,” Roan stammered, his voice coming out in breathy moans.
“Wise choice,” Ocean growled. “Otherwise, I might have owed you a T-shirt and another pair of pants.”
Oh damn.
Danger had half a mind to take his own clothes off in case Ocean decided to turn his attention on him, and a part of him hoped he did, because holy shit.
Ocean in command was a thing of beauty, from the way his glittering emerald eyes shimmered beneath the chandelier to the Cheshire Cat grin on his face.
Roan hopped off his lap this time, instead of slithering, but that didn’t stop Ocean from reaching out and pinching his ass before he was out of range.
Yelping, Roan covered his bottom and whirled around, trying to look offended at Ocean’s audacity, nose wrinkled, eyes narrowed, until the twitching at the corners of his lips gave him away.
“You’re taking too long,” Ocean declared, sitting up enough to give Roan the impression that he was about to come up out of his seat.
It had the exact effect Ocean desired, leaving Danger to sit back, afforded the perfect vantage point to admire the haphazard frenzy of motion that followed.
Roan’s shirt flew in Pope’s direction, while his pants were reduced to a puddle of cloth on the floor, trodden upon in Roan’s haste to step out of them before he kicked them aside.
Slipping his hand in his sleep pants, Danger palmed his erection, eyes rolling back at the first stroke.
Ocean didn’t bother to get up; he just shimmied out of his shorts and let them fall on the floor at the base of the chair as he reached for the drawer that held the condoms and lube they’d stashed there.
Danger wasn’t the only one whose clipboard lay forgotten, though at least his had landed on the table instead of the floor like Ocean’s and Roan’s.
When Pope crossed the room to sit on the end of the couch closest to Danger’s chair, he shot a glance over his shoulder at where Roan was crawling into Ocean’s lap to straddle him.
“Think they’ve forgotten we’re here?” Pope asked.
“If they have, I can’t really blame them,” Danger replied, chuckling as Ocean yanked Roan into a filthy kiss even as he snaked his hand between their bodies, fingers peeking out from beneath Roan to prod at his hole.
Circling, dipping in, then slowly drawn back out until Roan pressed back, impaling himself on it, hips bucking, the kissing and the prep dragging on until he was a writhing, squirming mess.
Ocean gripped Roan’s hair, wrenching his head back to break the kiss, his hold tight enough to draw him back, body bent, thighs quivering as he clenched them against Ocean’s.
Close enough to hear their pants mingle with the low, needy sounds dragged from Roan’s throat, Danger shivered when his gaze met Ocean’s and the pup dared to wink at him.
“Nah,” Pope said, voice rough when he caught the move too. “They haven’t forgotten anything, including how fucking hot watching them is.”
“I’m wearing entirely too many clothes to enjoy this spectacle,” Danger growled and shoved himself to his feet.
He collected their fallen clipboards while he was up and set theirs, along with his, on the seat of Pope’s chair, in case the coffee tables wound up being used to splay one of his partners out on or to fuck them over.
“Guess we’re all getting naked then,” Pope declared.
Danger lost all interest in watching Roan ride Ocean when he caught sight of Pope’s cock, voyeuristic tendencies fleeing when he was presented with the opportunity to suck him again.
As soon as he was naked, Pope sprawled on the couch, one arm thrown up over his head, placing himself in the best possible position to watch Roan’s hole clench around Ocean’s cock as he settled into his lap.
Halfway down, Roan shifted his hips as Ocean skimmed fingertips up his sides, drawing gasps instead of giggles this time as Roan widened his knees, hips rocking again, until more of Ocean’s cock disappeared inside of him.
Ocean bounced him, each more forcefully, until he yanked Roan into a kiss just to swallow his moans.
The bouncing never slowed; if anything, it increased to a frantic pace, like two bunnies going at it, their breaths harsh as they ended the kiss with caresses, Ocean’s hand at the small of Roan’s back, holding him in place while Roan slowly began to grind in his lap.
“They truly enjoy one another, don’t they,” Pope groaned, petting Danger’s hair and drawing his attention back to the way he’d arranged himself, thighs parted, one leg dangling over the edge, foot on the floor, leaving enough room for Danger to crawl between them.
“Ever wonder what they get up to when they climb into bed at night?”
“All the damned time,” Danger groaned. “I can’t wait until the remodel is done and we’re all in the bedroom together.”
“Think there will be a live show every night?” Pope asked as Danger crawled up onto the couch and got settled between his legs.
“Gods, I hope so.”
The scent of Pope, slightly musky and coupled with the aspen and evergreen scent of his body wash, hit at the precise moment Danger glanced over to see Roan with his head thrown back, bouncing like a bunny in Ocean’s lap again, hands braced behind him, pillowed on Ocean’s thighs, giving him the added leverage to bounce faster.
Danger was practically drooling when he wrapped his lips around the head of Pope’s cock and began to suck, Pope’s fingers snarling in his hair as Pope used it to control his movements.
Each time Danger tried to bob faster, Pope tightened his grip until pinpricks of pain that distracted from his pleasure captured Danger’s attention.
Okay, so he wanted it slower. His scalp would tingle for a while as a reminder not to speed up like that again unless Pope directed him to.
Danger found a lazy rhythm that didn’t get his hair yanked, though it did give him the opportunity to match his pace to the slow, serpentine movements of Roan’s motions now that the pair had changed paces again.
“That’s it,” Pope groaned. “God’s pup, you’ve got such a talented mouth on you.”
Danger sighed at the praise and the way Pope’s fingers had gone from yanking to stroking, petting him in a slow, soothing way that matched the way Roan fucked himself on Ocean’s cock.
When Roan’s rocking turned to bouncing again, Danger increased his pace too, occasionally earning another yank until he settled into the right rhythm.
Back and forth, a steady build into a rapid, need-fueled frenzy, until they were right there on the edge.
“G-gonna come,” Roan growled.
“Don’t!” Ocean barked.
When Roan’s moans ended with a growl of frustration, Danger glanced over to see that Ocean gripped the base of Roan’s cock, even as he thrust up into him, starving off Roan’s orgasm even as he caught his own completion.
When he reached it, going rigid beneath Roan, eyes squeezed shut, teeth clenched, trapping most of the grunts in his throat, Roan wailed, frustrated because Ocean didn’t ease his hold to let him come too.
“Mean,” Roan complained while Ocean sprawled there, blinking up at him.
“Determined,” Ocean grunted.
“So was I until you cut me off,” Roan grumbled. “You better have plans to finish me off or…”