Richard's large hand stroked the younger man's cheek. “I think you need more than one blowjob this time around.”
Matthew whimpered and leaned into the touch.
“How about you, Luke?” Richard asked.
“No bondage. I'd like to bury myself in someone while someone else is in me.” I no longer needed control over another. I wanted the same outcome they'd given me the night before. I wanted to feel alive. I wanted to be overwhelmed by them.
“I like your frankness,” he said.
“There's no point in keeping what you want a secret. Not here.”
“No, there isn't. Does that work for you?” he asked Matthew.
Matthew's nod said it all. The man vibrated. His fingers tapped at the table in rapid succession. His gaze shot to the stairs and back. If we didn't get moving soon, he'd come in his pants. The joys of being in your early twenties.
A lump formed in my throat. I should have been standing, walking away. “I thought you weren't looking for this?”
“What?” Richard asked.
“Repeats.”
“I wasn't, but— ” He leaned forward. “Do you know how hard I came jerking off today? Thinking about how we were last night? I'd like to think we'll be as good together tonight.”
“I don't do this more than once... with anyone.”
He scrutinized me for another moment and gave a quick nod. “Fair enough.” He stood and looked around the room, searching for someone else, but he didn't move from the table.
A bluff. It had to be.
A young man not much older than Matthew with black eyeliner circling his eyes and purple tips at the ends of his spiky dark hair stalked toward the table, Richard in his sights. It didn't take long for men at the Haven to read someone's availability.
Richard gave his answer with a sweep of his head from side to side.
The man ran his index finger down Richard's arm in a last appeal as he passed by the table.
Richard shook his head one last time, his eyes on me. He smacked a palm on his thigh. “Damn.” He regarded Matthew. “Since Luke won't play, if you still want me, I'd like to be with just you tonight.”
“Okay.” Matthew stood, his dark eyes hopeful as he watched me.
I pictured them fucking each other alone. “Wait.” I glanced around the packed dining room but saw nothing— no one else. Richard inhaled an uneven breath. Matthew's spicy cologne wafted across the table. “Once more.”
“I think we can manage more than once for you tonight,” Richard said.
“Oh, yeah. I think so too.” Matthew bounced while standing in place.
A laugh flew out of Richard as he stepped away from the table.
Matthew slipped his hand in mine and persuaded me to stand. “I'm glad you changed your mind.” He didn't let go of me.
I'd never held hands with another man. My entire body tensed.
Then his thumb caressed the back of my hand, and I didn't want him to stop.
Chapter Five
The door closed behind me. Richard mashed his groin against my ass and wrapped his arms around me. Even through his pants, there was no denying his cock was on fire. Need raced from every point of contact straight to my balls. I rotated my ass over his groin.
He grabbed my shoulders, swung me around, and kissed me. Whether or not I should have been in a room with them no longer mattered. I clutched at his biceps and pressed against his frame. His strong body didn't shift an inch.
Matthew plastered himself to my back, his hands on my hips. I reached back and gripped his ass, needing more contact, more of them. Matthew let go of me and stepped away. The loss of him nearly had me crying out. Then he pressed his lips in close. I opened for him and his tongue combined with Richard's in my mouth. The smell, taste, and touch of both men surrounded me.
My first kiss with two men at once. Even after all the multiple partners I'd slept with. No one had ever been as sensual, as eager as Matthew.
The kissing continued. One man on my lips, in my mouth. Then the other. Over and over.
My pants were unbuttoned. Matthew's small hand freed my dick and teased the head. Richard gripped the base. They stroked me, hand over hand, touching every inch of my cock, leaving nothing to the air.
The slow slide of their hands, the warmth of their flesh on mine, the lingering stares that unraveled something deep inside me: it was exactly how I remembered them.
Richard's green eyes examined me, watching my every reaction as if I were a puzzle he had to solve, only he wasn't sure he'd find the answer he wanted. What was he looking for?
They stopped fondling me and started undressing me. I helped with their clothes, needing to touch more of them. Our frantic hands worked on buttons and zippers, and tugged out limbs until flesh touched flesh. Matthew and Richard kissed again.
I licked down Richard's body and headed for a nipple. I paused before it, unsure what the hell I was doing. I licked to the right and followed the line of his scar with my tongue and lips.
He seized the back of my head with his hand. I stilled and waited for him to force me away. He held me in place then encouraged me to continue. I sucked and licked along the scarred path to his armpit and back. He tasted salty and a bit sweet, and it lingered on my tongue. I drew the nipple into my mouth and slowly worked the sensitive nub. I tugged at it with my teeth, and Richard's hips bucked. His thick cock slapped against me. I wanted nothing more than to grab his dick and shove it in my mouth.
That's how it always was with me. One look at a hard cock and my reaction was oral. It's how I finally accepted I was gay. Nothing about a woman garnered the same effect.
But it'd been a long time since I'd
