He had to agree, even if the intended words came out as a grunt. Never would he have imagined he’d allow anyone to do this to him, but it was as though every nerve ending in his body was centered right where the firm, hot tongue licked and probed. Ate his ass until he was making helpless noises, pushing back into the other man’s face. His cock was ready to explode without anyone having touched it, and he couldn’t let that happen.
“Condom,” he told Katrina breathlessly. “Nightstand drawer.”
“Get two, and lube.”
A shiver of fear ran through him, and more than a little excitement. He knew what Bastian was planning and was surprised that he didn’t want to stop him. Maybe that was partly because he’d taken the dildo really well when he’d played with Katrina and Jeri, and being filled, the phallus hitting his sweet spot, had felt so fucking fantastic. He’d wondered whether the real thing would be as good, and now he’d find out.
Katrina retrieved the items from the drawer and handed them to Michael. “I want you to fuck my ass while he does you,” she informed him in a sultry voice.
The visual nearly made him come. He pitched a condom to Bastian and focused on the pale globes of Katrina’s pretty rear as she knelt in front of him. If he couldn’t get control, this could be the shortest lovemaking session on record. But this was only the beginning for them, which made him smile. He could always look forward to more.
Parting her cheeks, he squeezed a generous amount of the gel onto his fingers and began working the slick substance into her channel. This wasn’t his first rodeo when it came to anal sex, though he’d always been with women and he’d always been the giver. He knew to prepare her so she’d feel nothing but fullness and pleasure, and trusted Bastian would do the same.
Pausing, he coated his cock with lube and passed the tube to his friend. Working his fingers in and out of Katrina’s channel, he tried to relax as cool gel hit his asshole and was spread around, worked into his hole in the same way. The initial strangeness soon gave way to whirls of wicked delight spiraling from his ass to his balls and cock. Firm lips kissed the spot where his spine met the curve of his butt and his friend’s voice caressed him.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes.”
“You look so gorgeous, all those muscles flexing under my hands and that beautiful ass waiting for me to take it. Do you want me?”
“God, yes,” he rasped.
“Get inside her first, then I’ll take you.”
“As long as the strain won’t hurt your thigh.” He didn’t want to stop, but he worried about Bastian’s healing.
“No, it’s doing much better. I promise.”
“Okay. Coming in, baby.”
Katrina pushed back as he breached her with the head of his cock, wanting more of him. He didn’t want to hurt her so he went slowly, watching his dick disappear an inch at a time. “Shit, that’s so good. So goddamned fine, baby.”
“Oh, Michael,” she whispered. “In me, all the way.”
At last, he was seated to his balls. Christ, his cock was lit like a blowtorch. Every bit of friction propelled him closer to the razor’s edge and he knew he couldn’t tread the line much longer.
Especially with Bastian’s cock spearing his hole the same as he’d done to Katrina’s, opening him wide and filling him deep. “God, that’s good,” he groaned. “The real thing
Bastian sounded amused. “Oh? Been experimenting, have you?”
“It was all Katrina’s fault.”
“Boys, stop talking and move,” she begged.
“Yes, ma’am.” Grasping her hips, he started a slow rhythm, sliding out and in again.
Behind him, Bastian held steady, letting Michael set the pace, fucking their woman, then impaling his ass on Bastian’s cock each time he withdrew from her. The double stimulation was so decadent, so naughty, it was nearly impossible to hold on to his impending release.
His balls tightened and he thrust faster, determined to take his lovers with him when he flew. He increased the tempo until he was pounding in time to their cries, the three of them soaring higher, higher—
His orgasm burst, his cock on fire as he pumped into Katrina’s ass. She tensed underneath him and keened her pleasure, grinding into him. Behind him, Bastian drove to the hilt and shouted with his release, his cock jerking, pumping his load into the condom. The three of them remained together, twitching and breathing hard, until finally Bastian gently disengaged and Michael did the same.
They collapsed into a sweaty, sated pile, Katrina tucked against his right side, Bastian his left. Each of his lovers laid their head on his shoulders, hugging him tight, rubbing his belly, and placing little kisses on his heated skin.
“If I’d known you had the makings of a submissive, I’d have plowed your ass a long time ago,” Bastian said, a hint of humor in his voice.
Michael looked down at him, eyes widening. “
Katrina snorted. “Guess that settles the question of who’s top dog around here.”
“Yep, me.” Bastian snuggled in with a happy sigh and began to breathe deeply, already drifting off.
Katrina laughed softly and settled in, too. Michael tried to recall when he’d ever been so content. At peace with the world. Holding safe in his arms the two people that he… loved.
Yes, loved.
This wasn’t conventional, wasn’t what he’d expected to find, and some people wouldn’t approve. But he didn’t give a damn. They were his and he wasn’t about to give them up for anyone. No one, not Dietz or even Satan himself, was going to take them away from him.
No matter what he had to do, no matter the price, he would keep them safe.
And that meant finding Dietz, ridding the earth of that scum once and for all.
“What’s he doing in there?” Bastian frowned at the closed office door and listened to Michael yelling, and felt sorry for whomever he was talking to on the phone.
Katrina crossed her arms over her chest, causing her breasts to plump over the cups of her swimsuit. “Three guesses.”
“Sorry, stupid question.”
For the past four days, their lover had been driving himself — and everyone else — crazy searching for the slightest hint of Dietz’s whereabouts. No one had escaped Michael’s wrath. The man was a fucking ghost, vanished into thin air since SHADO had converged on his abandoned hotel room.
“Finding out that bastard was responsible for Maggie’s murder has really done a number on him,” Katrina said, eyes shadowed with worry. “I wish I knew how to help them find him.”
“Me, too. I have a few contacts, but some of them are street people, and communicating with them means I have to go out. There’s only so much I can do from here, and when I proposed that I leave to get in touch with some of them, he freaked out.”
She cupped his face. “He just worries about you. So do I. You’re not completely healed, even if you want us to think otherwise. And, anyway, there’s no sense in making yourself a target again. Do you really want to do that to Michael or me?”
“No, baby. I wouldn’t.” She didn’t have to remind him of his disastrous sting operation. He carried the reminders with him every day when he struggled not to let them see that his body still ached some, that his limp was worse when they weren’t looking.
“Should we try to go in?” he asked. Mostly to get her mind off his injuries.
“All he can do is growl and tell us to get lost.” She shrugged.
“Okay, let’s do it.”
He pushed in, with her trailing him, and took in Michael’s ragged appearance. The man was sitting in his rolling chair, bare feet propped on his desktop. He hadn’t shaved in a day or two and wore a pair of old, torn jeans that sat low on his hips. His faded blue T-shirt had the sleeves ripped out, showing off the bulge of his biceps. Bastian might have appreciated the sight if it wasn’t for the circles under his eyes and the fatigue etched on his
