Magic of Three (8 page)

“Now, now, bad boy,” teased Julian, pushing him back down before checking that the cuffs weren’t cutting off circulation. “You wanted this. You have to take it now, whatever I give you and however I wanna give it to you.”

Tim whimpered but settled down, no longer all but humping the bed. Julian sat up on his knees, looking down at the bounty spread before him. All that sensitive, responsive flesh anticipating whatever stimulus he chose to give. Sweet, sin-filled heaven bound and tied for the taking.

Julian ran his hands up and down Tim’s back, listening to him purr and watching anticipation-tightened muscles release. He played with the shorter hairs at the base of Tim’s neck, soft and velvety beneath the fall of his golden hair. He slid his fingers through the long waves, a sheet of silken decadence. Something about the soft golden sheen spread across his pillow always kicked him in the gut, tightening both his heart and cock. He moved down and squeezed tense ass muscles, dipping a single finger in the crack between.

That did it. Tim cried out, arching back and trying to get his knees beneath him. He pulled hard enough at the chains to rattle the posts and cause Julian to worry about his straining shoulders.

Julian reached beneath Tim, cupping his velvety balls and rolling them in a tender grasp. “Shh, calm down. It only gets better. You know how good it’ll be. Calm down, lover. You can take what I dish out to you.”

“God…damn…Julian,” Tim sputtered, voice quavering in yearning. But he responded to Julian’s voice, his body filled with a fine trembling but no longer racked with spasms. Still, he wasn’t above begging for what he wanted. “Do something. Do anything. Do me. Don’t make me wait. Can’t take it. Can’t stand it. Please. Please.”

Julian smiled. He’d planned on more foreplay, hours of enjoying the hot flesh spread beneath him. But the desperation in Tim’s voice pulled at that place inside him that Tim alone owned. Poor baby. He needed some cock stuffing him, needed it so bad.

But first he’d have to ask for it, nicely.

Leaning forward, Julian crouched over his lust-filled victim and whispered, “You know what you have to say.”

Tim lost control again, wrapping his hands around the chains and tugging over and over again, wooden pillars creaking under the impassioned assault. He tossed his head back and forth, his hair flying around his shoulders in a golden halo. “Please, you know I want it. Please.”

“Tell me what you want,” Julian murmured, letting his warm breath caress Tim’s cheek and neck. “Maybe you’ll get it. But you’ll never know until you ask.”

Tim groaned, straining against the chains. The muscles in his arms knotted. “I want your cock,” he cried out, voice ragged, frantic. He arched his head back, fighting to catch Julian’s gaze. “Give it to me. I want to feel you pounding inside me, drilling my ass. I can’t stand it any longer. I’ll be good, just give me your damn cock.”

Finally
. Julian strolled around the bed to the other nightstand, taking his time and letting the anticipation build. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a clean hand towel. He slid the towel under Tim’s hips, having no desire to sleep on a damp spot. He poured a generous amount of lube in his hand, letting his body heat warm it before drizzling it down Tim’s crack. He eased one finger then two into his lover’s anus, careful to move slowly as Tim pressed down. Didn’t matter how many times they’d danced this dance, he’d never hurt Tim. He pumped his fingers in and out, making certain his lover was slick and ready.

Tim writhed and jerked, panting and whimpering. But not complaining. Oh, no. He pushed into each thrust of Julian’s fingers, reaching for him, pulling him into his body.

After he was certain Tim was taken care of, Julian poured another generous helping of lube into his hands. Once warm, he rubbed it up and down his cock, enjoying the slick, pumping pressure. Head to base glistened before he crawled forward, reaching for Tim’s hips.

He helped Tim to his knees then parted his shuddering ass. The muscles tightened beneath his fingers, anticipating the sweet pain of invasion.

Slowly he eased forward, teasing Tim with the head of his cock. He wanted this to last. Nothing felt better than that first moment of breaching, feeling the hard embrace of that tight ring of flesh and knowing that Tim accepted him here, at his most vulnerable.

Tim had other ideas. He wrapped his hands around the chains for support and threw his ass back, impaling himself. Julian slid in quickly, not even attempting to regain control. It felt too good. Warm, tight heat wrapped around his cock. Tim bucked, clawing and gasping beneath him.

“Please, more. Move,” Tim snarled, lost in sensation. “Nail me, already.”

Julian held still for a few seconds longer, keeping Tim steady by lying across his back. Tim whimpered, trying to move, to make Julian move. But Julian wouldn’t, not until
he
wanted. Tim was demanding, not begging. That wasn’t how the game was played.

He obviously needed more incentive to stay in his role as bottom.

Julian slid one hand under Tim, grabbing his cock at the same time as he pulled out of Tim’s ass. Tim wailed, teeth gnashing as he pushed into Julian’s grip while wiggling his ass, begging for attention.

Julian gave it to him, rammed him. He started a harsh, heavy, pummeling pace. His thrusts forced grunts from him as well as moans from Tim.

“Shit, Julian,” Tim cried, his empathic powers projecting as pleasure shoved him closer to the edge. “So good. So close. Don’t stop. Never stop.”

“Never,” Julian growled as Tim’s emotions slammed into him. He tilted Tim’s hips higher, shoving even harder. Shimmering pulses of Tim’s emotions pulled him along, dragging him up the edge of orgasm.

Tim arched his back, his voice hoarse as he let out a final yell. Julian felt Tim’s cock pulsing in his hand as splash after splash of cum shot out onto the towel below. Bright pleasure flashed behind his eyelids as Tim bombarded him with emotion. Love, belonging, trust, a hint of future fear. But most of all the pulsing, tearing release. Pure, untainted ecstasy. Julian bit his lower lip, almost drawing blood as he fought not to come from the staggering emotional assault. He wanted to roll in every last second of Tim’s orgasm before giving in to his own.

When Tim’s spasms stopped he let go, fondling Tim’s softened sac. He reached up and slid his hand up and down Tim’s back. His fingers curled and raked down as his balls tightened moments before orgasm.

His body convulsed as he filled his lover’s ass with cum.

Julian wanted to fall into Tim, lay boneless on his warm back, but he couldn’t leave his lover like this. While Tim would be the last man to complain, it was Julian’s job to take care of his comfort.

He grabbed the towel from under Tim’s flaccid cock as he pulled out of his tight ass. He wiped off the cum dribbling out of Tim’s hole before standing.

“If you can handle the cuffs, I’ll be right back.”

Tim mumbled something and scooted forward and reached for the Velcro with his teeth. Julian went to the bathroom, dumping the soiled cloth in a hamper and grabbing two more. He washed himself then dampened the second cloth in warm water.

He went back to Tim and gently cleaned him.

Tim smiled, closing his eyes to thoroughly luxuriate in each caress. “That’s why I love you. Always taking care of me. Lisa doesn’t stand a chance against you.”

Julian shook his head.

If only he could be so certain.

Chapter Seven

Lisa glanced up from her steaming cinnamon latte and gooey cream cheese Danish as the hanging brass bell above the door of her favorite café clanged. Hot, dry Las Vegas air whipped around her as a blonde, pink and blue head popped into the air-conditioned oasis. Ignoring all the curious looks directed at her hair, Janice smiled and waved at Lisa before heading to the counter, her multicolored curls swishing around her shoulders. A large whipped cream-topped mocha and fresh-baked bagel later, Janice flopped down in the seat across from her.

“So, how’s everything in the food biz?” Janice asked as she spread honey-sweetened cream cheese across her toasted cinnamon-raisin bagel.

Lisa shrugged, adding another pink packet of sweetener to her coffee. “Business is the same but it’s sure been a weird couple of days.”

“Tell me about it,” Janice sighed, shaking her head with a self-deprecating sigh. “Divorce papers signed, sealed and delivered, matrimonial freedom, then my girls’-night-out party. Gotta love this crazy town. It was made with singles gone wild in mind.”

“Yeah, but your party was part of my weirdness,” Lisa grumbled. She realized she sounded petty, but something about those two men stuck with her, filling her with apprehension and anticipation. She tore a corner off her Danish and nibbled, trying to decide if she was hungry or not. The coffee smell was appealing but the sweet pastry didn’t look as appetizing as it had when she bought it.

“What?” Janice asked, tapping her hot pink French-manicured nails on the table. “I thought you liked going out to clubs? Hell, you were the one to suggest the Pleasure Palace.” Janice hurried on as Lisa raised her eyebrows. “Not that I minded or anything. I didn’t even know they had a second floor, much less that there were male strippers up there.”

Lisa grimaced, picking at the icing with her plastic fork. She felt like a pouting teenager. “If only they’d stay up there.”

Janice didn’t say anything, just stared holes through Lisa’s head. Her friend knew Lisa couldn’t stand the silent treatment. When a bubbly person like Janice got quiet, it creeped her out. Felt like her friend was trying to stare through her skull.

She had to break the silence. “The next day, guess who should walk in my restaurant.”

“Who?”

Lisa stared at a brightly colored poster of a smiling, dancing croissant hanging just above Janice’s shoulder, feeling the embarrassment from yesterday afternoon heating her skin again.
Geez
,
what
’
s with this schoolgirl crush crap
? “The guy you bought the lap dance from for me, that’s who. The golden Adonis boy and some other guy. And to make matters worse, they jumped in to help calm down an angry customer.”

With a negligent shrug, Janice turned back to her bagel. “Okay, high on the weird meter, I grant you. But for a big city, I run into people I wouldn’t expect all the time.” She stopped for a moment, a teasing light sparkling in her green eyes. “Was the other guy a stripper from the club too? It’s not far off the Strip. Makes sense they’d try your place sometime, especially if the tips were good.”

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t peg the other guy for the stripper type. Too tightly laced, military or law enforcement.” Lisa thought about it for a moment, running a picture of the two of them standing next to each other over in her mind. Night and day. Darkness and light. One hell of a fantasy in the making. “Actually, I wondered if they weren’t…you know…involved.”

Janice smirked, completely ignoring her food and drink for the hot and twisted soap story in the making. “You mean a couple out for a romantic evening alone?” She laughed as Lisa blushed again, skin flaming even hotter. “Hell, it is a free country. And the stereotype of gay strippers must’ve come from somewhere. But it does put a damper on the whole fantasy.”

“But I’m not sure if they were,” Lisa muttered, wishing a hole would appear under her and swallow her up.
I know better than to mention this to Janice
.
What was I thinking
?
If I could just get them out of my mind
. “They were both flirting with me too.”

Janice’s smirk grew into a full-out grin moments before her trademark cackle blasted through the air. Other patrons either stared or worked very hard not to look. “So they’re bi, so what? Doesn’t mean you can’t savor the attention. Hell, all the more reason to enjoy. A two for one deal. Can’t beat that.”

Lisa didn’t know how to respond. The image Janice created opened up too many secret feelings, too many deep, dark, hidden fantasies. Three bodies writhing together. Four hands and two mouths roving her body. Dreams only admitted to in the cover of night.

“Two too many to handle if you ask me,” she replied, forcing the picture of the three of them naked and intertwined out of her mind. The image haunted her. She couldn’t let it take root, not when it was so obviously impossible. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying I’m butt-ugly repulsive or anything, but the second guy was almost better-looking than the stripper, if you can imagine that. What kind of a woman, short of a supermodel, could hold that kind of attention? Holding on to one would be a struggle. Two…impossible.”