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Three and a half hours later, David was ready to curse both Aleks and Colette with every four-letter word he could think of. He settled for taking another sip of Veuve Clicquot
while he tried to ignore the sleek, slippery knob of stainless steel up his ass. It hadn’t bothered him until they sat down on the restaurant’s overstuffed leather banquette, but now every time he shifted, it jostled the plug and pushed it in deeper, where it rubbed against his prostate. Which meant he’d had an erection stiff enough to pound nails ever since they arrived.

Trianon was a nice place—elegantly appointed, with recorded string quartet music playing softly in the background and waiters in gold and red livery scurrying every which way, pristine white towels draped over their arms. Okay, not just nice—positively luxurious. If not for his current condition, David might’ve appreciated it more. But now all he could think of was getting the hell out of here.

Luckily, his dark slacks and the long scarlet tablecloth disguised his hard-on, but it didn’t stop Colette from scooting over next to him and sliding her hand all the way up his thigh. “Oh dear. You
are
in a state, aren’t you?” she purred.

He stared across the table at Aleks and Dieter, absorbed in conversation and paying no attention. Not that it really mattered. They’d lapsed into German half an hour ago, so he couldn’t follow what they were saying anyway. With a frustrated sigh, he turned back to Colette. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Don’t pretend you’re not.”

“An hour ago I was. Not anymore.” He threw down his napkin and started to slide out of the booth. “I’m going to the bathroom to take care of it.”

Her hand on his leg tightened into a vise grip, nails digging in hard. “Sit back down,” she ordered sternly, all playfulness now gone. “Relax. We’ll only be a few more minutes.”

“That’s what you said an hour ago.”

“Trust me,
cheri
. My patience is wearing thin as well.” Drawing herself up, she flashed Aleks and Dieter a brittle smile. “Gentlemen, much as I hate to bring this lovely dinner party to an end, David and I are both rather tired.”

“Of course you must be, after tonight’s performance,” Dieter said, knocking back the last of his fourth or fifth glass. He was a tall, thin, balding man with thick glasses and an apparent fondness for pricey French champagne—at least, when his clients were buying. “But Colette, we must sit down again this week before I return to Berlin. Salzburg is anxious to have you back for
Figaro
next summer.”

“Tell them to refresh their memories. I sang Cherubino there two seasons ago.”

“Then what about Charlotte in
Werther
for Cologne?”

Colette shook her head. “Lovely music, but the role’s not suited to me at all. Far too melancholy.”

“But good for your voice!”

“Not really. I studied it when I was at the
conservatoire
. The range in the third and fourth acts lies a bit high for me.”

“That was years ago. Why don’t you give it another look? Mezzos and sopranos sing the role equally often these days.”

“And you could even sing regular soprano roles if you really wanted to,” David interjected, now squirming from all eyes at the table fixing squarely on him. Just what he needed—not only a piece of metal up his ass, but everyone staring at him as if he were the village idiot. “Your top notes are rock solid. I’ve heard you hit beautiful high C’s when you warm up.”

“And a steady diet of them gives me a splitting migraine,” she replied. “No thank you. I’ll stick with my very comfortable mid-range, and leave the high C’s to Fleming and Netrebko.”

“Eboli in
Don Carlos
then,” Dieter persisted. “The original Paris version. Pappano’s dying to do it.”

She sat up straight. “Where?”

“The Met, next season.”

Now she sighed. “Dear God, how many times do I have to say it? No more engagements outside Europe. I’ve had it with tramping all over the globe. In fact, I’d cancel
Rosenkavalier
in New York this spring if I wasn’t sure Thielemann would never let me hear the end of it.”

“Ah Colette, Colette, Colette. You’re shooting your career in the foot. Surely you know that.”

“I honestly don’t care anymore. Being home and happy is far more important to me. Besides, if I were going to become a major star, it would’ve happened by now.”

Dieter shot Aleks a plaintive glance. “You’ve tried to talk sense into her, I expect?”

“My angel follows her own heart,” Aleks replied. “It’s not for me to dissuade her.”

Dieter gave a resigned shrug. “Very well, then. At least I tried.”

Aleks had already paid the bill, so they all slid from the booth and walked up to the foyer to get their coats. David heaved a sigh of relief as the pressure inside him eased a bit, though he still had to yank down his sweater to cover the bulge in his pants. He pasted on a smile when Dieter turned to say goodbye to him, hoping it didn’t look too distracted or insincere.

“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lewis. I understand you’re satisfied with your current representation, but if that should ever change, please feel free to call me.”

“I will, thanks.”

Colette came up beside him, tucking her arm in his as they strolled out to the car. “I’d consider it if I were you. He doesn’t hand out offers like that lightly.”

“I’m doing just fine with the agent I’ve got, especially for someone who’s only been singing professionally for a few years.”

“Of course you’re doing fine,” Aleks retorted once they’d piled into the limo’s back seat. “You’re a tenor. The opera world is your oyster. There are far more good roles for you than for a mezzo like Colette. You’ll sing Don José for the next thirty years, if you’re smart enough to keep your voice in good repair that long. And even if you’re not, you’ll still probably get a good twenty-year run, until some new young turk forces you out.” Loosening his tie, he stared out the window at the blur of city lights rushing by. “Everyone pokes fun at old warhorses like Alberto Bernini, but I respect him. He’s a survivor who’s had to work his ass off for every break he’s ever received. And there you sit, after brushing off a chance to work with the best agent in the business, thinking you’ve got it all figured out. You have no idea how lucky you are that Dieter even gave you a second look.”

Jesus, this was too much. First the butt plug, then having to sit through that endless fucking dinner, and now he had to deal with Aleks’ attitude too? “Oh c’mon! He only pretended to be interested because you and Colette dragged me along with you.”

“Not so,” Colette said softly, sliding a gentle hand onto David’s shoulder. “Dieter wanted to meet you even before he knew the three of us were friends. He has a great eye for spotting fresh young talent. If you doubt that you caught his attention on your own merits…well, don’t.”

Something in what she’d just said made him stare at her, though it took a moment for David’s champagne-fogged brain to sort it out. “You mean, he knows about…?”

“God, no!” Aleks sat straight up. “Dieter’s as conservative as they come. Although it probably wouldn’t matter that much to him even if he did know, considering all the money Colette and I make for him.”

“We don’t go advertising our unconventional lifestyle,” Colette said. “That’s why I was rather put-out with your antics at the farewell party in San Francisco. Aleks and I would never behave that way. For us, discretion has always been key.”

“Rest assured, we would never expose you to public scrutiny or embarrassment,” Aleks added.

David laughed. “You mean, aside from making me sit on a butt plug in a public restaurant all evening?”

“Just a bit of harmless fun.” Colette smiled. “Think of it as our way of showing our affection for you.”

Momentarily stunned, David stared down at his hands. “Thanks. It’s been a long time since anyone’s said they cared. Although I can’t quite figure out what I’ve done to deserve it.”

“Perhaps it’s simply enough that you do,” Aleks replied with a wink.

They arrived home a few minutes later. Henri dropped them off at the curb and, arms linked, they strode through the apartment building’s lobby and took the elevator upstairs.

The bedroom had never looked more inviting. David’s initial instinct was to dive face-first into his pillow, but Colette and Aleks had other ideas. Aleks behind him and Colette in front, they wrapped him in their arms and stood there in the center of the room, swaying slightly, exchanging kisses.

“That’s what I call a thump,” Colette murmured, pressing her hand to his chest. “Don’t be nervous, sweet boy. We’ve got you.”

He turned his head and there was Aleks, lips parted and ready for him, tongue sweeping inside David’s mouth for one of the hottest, sweetest kisses he’d ever experienced. Good thing they were holding him up, or he might’ve fainted. But it didn’t stop his head from swimming, or his entire body from literally throbbing for more.

They undressed him, then let him settle back on the bed while they shed their own clothes. David had forgotten he was still wearing the plug until Aleks lay down beside him, rolled him onto his side and slowly, gently pulled it out. He’d expected it to pinch the way it had going in, but this time he hardly felt it at all, except for the empty ache inside where it had filled him up.

Colette finally came to bed, sliding in on David’s other side, handing Alex a small tube and a shiny silver strip. David’s eyes bugged out when he saw it. “Jesus! How many times are you going to fuck me?”

Aleks and Colette both laughed. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” she said. “You need to relax first. This won’t be much fun for anyone with you so wound up.”

If by “wound up” she meant “still hard as a fucking rock”, he’d have to agree. His erection had subsided a bit during the ride home, but as soon as they’d started touching him, it sprang to attention again.

He’d been hard for so long, he couldn’t remember what
not
being hard felt like. God, he’d give anything to come, but a tiny brush of her hand made him gasp, and not in a good way. “Shhh,” she crooned. “Close your eyes,
mon cheri
.
Breathe.
Let us take care of you.”

Their hands swarmed all over him, smoothing and caressing, followed by their lips, dusting feathery kisses over every bare millimeter of his skin. Then they rolled him over to give his other side the same treatment, Aleks concentrating on his neck and shoulders while Colette straddled his thighs and dug her knuckles into the knotted muscles at the small of his back.

“Oh my God…” David slurred, over and over. “That feels fucking
incredible
…”

“And we haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” With that, she scooted up to sit on the area she’d just massaged, then started to roll her hips, grinding him into the mattress. The soft, warm cotton sheets felt like sheer heaven on his cock—too much heaven. Too much relief, sluicing over him in a heady, drowning rush that left him breathless.

It wasn’t until he’d rolled onto his back again that he realized what had happened. “I-I’ve never come like that before. It was really…”

“Relaxing,” Colette finished for him, leaning in for a kiss. “Obviously.”

And she wasn’t kidding. His muscles had turned to lead, weighing him down into the covers. Which would’ve been a problem if he’d actually
wanted
to move, but right now he was perfectly fine just lying here, drifting in this sweet golden afterglow. That is, until someone scooped up his right foot and sucked his big toe into a deliciously warm, wet mouth, a soft yet firm scrape of teeth pulling along its underside. He’d know the feel of those teeth anywhere.

Jesus, his cock couldn’t be getting hard again. Could it?

He continued to lie there, breathing and moaning while Aleks kissed his way up his leg, then up his trembling torso, all the way to his lips. Aleks’ powerful body radiated heat like a dark sun, his musky, primal odor filling David’s nostrils, making his heart pound again.

“Time to climb the mountain. Up to the top, so you can come back down again,” Aleks whispered, bestowing another head-spinning kiss. “Tell me you want it.”

“G-God yes! Fuck me, Aleks.
Please.
”

A moment or two for Aleks to get himself ready, then he knelt between David’s splayed legs and slid his big, gorgeous cock deep inside him. And it didn’t hurt. David was amazed by how much it didn’t hurt. Oh, there was this incredible achy sensation, but no real pain. An ache that felt as if it could go on forever, filling him to his limit, over and over.

He wanted more, and Aleks gave it to him, faster and faster, his balls slapping David’s ass, the force of his thrusts pushing them both up the bed. And suddenly Colette was there, her strong fingers encircling David’s cock, pulling and stroking until a supernova went off inside his head, and the world imploded in a blaze of white.

He floated back to earth cradled between them again, all warm skin and bright smiles. “See?” Colette murmured. “What did I tell you? I knew you’d enjoy it.”

Still half-dazed, David had no idea what to say. So he blurted the first thing that popped into his head. “I-I love you both so much.”