“Hell, yes. Just not where they'll be seen at work.” I didn't care if anyone saw them, but the idea of hidden marks left by Matthew was maddening. I'd be able to see them days later. Remember him. His touch.
I laid him on the bed. Since neither of us was letting go, I went down with him. His legs wrapped around me.
“I need your clothes off,” he said. He clawed at my shirt. I lifted to give him room to open the buttons, and then I raised his shirt over his head. We put off removing our pants as long as we could, his legs still tight around me.
“Need to get at your dick,” I said.
“Uh-huh.” His legs dropped to the bed.
“I'm going to screw your brains out, Matthew.”
“Yeah. I want that, want you.”
I unbuttoned his pants, then started on my own. He slid his off in an effortless motion, never moving with any awkwardness. My pants and underwear tangled at my feet with my shoes, and I had to give a few good kicks to get them off and onto the floor. Next to him, my writhing and kicking made me look like a finalist for the ten thousand dollar cash prize on America's Funniest Home Videos. Beautiful was the best word to describe him.
Once we were naked, our bodies connected again in a rush, like sex-crazed teenagers given the go-ahead on prom night, diving for each other. Six days must have been too long for either of us to wait to be together again. How did I think I was ever going to give him up? Either of them?
The idea of never having Richard again twisted my gut into a rigid knot. When he came back to the club, we'd hook up with him again.
We had to.
Matthew kissed me. Our cocks slid together as we humped at each other. His precum glided on my dick. When did I ever get that close to another man without a condom on? I was all about the fucking and not so much the crazy need to touch, rub, and connect with someone.
I looped my fingers through his hair and deepened the kiss. He moaned and hummed. I heard nothing but him and our bodies slapping together. Until I heard another sound: a brief but firm knock on the door.
Everything stopped.
We lay still, staring at the closed door.
Matthew's body tensed under mine. “You think?”
“How would he know we're in here?”
“Didn't you notice everyone watching you walk up the stairs? I guess you with me three times in a row is a real surprise.” Matthew gave me a teasing smile before he slid out from under me and bounded for the door.
“I thought this club was discreet,” I called after him.
He stopped, his hand on the doorknob, and smiled back at me again. Then he yanked the door open.
Richard stood in the hallway, his large form leaning on the doorframe. He scanned Matthew's naked body and paused at the straining cock. “Did you two get started without me?”
Matthew tugged him inside the room, threw the door shut, and kissed him. Richard's hands went straight to Matthew's ass and hauled him close. His fingers pawed the pale flesh.
“I didn't know if you'd come back,” Matthew said.
“I didn't get either of your mouths on my dick yet.”
Matthew whimpered and kissed him.
“And you didn't get to fuck me yet,” Richard added.
“Uh— yeah, I didn't.” His mouth covered Richard's again.
I headed for the door and the two bodies crashing together: one man still clothed, and the other naked.
“Good to see you here,” Richard said when I stood beside him.
I reached out. The heat of his skin tempted me. I didn't clutch or pull; I massaged the back of his neck as I kissed him. It only took a moment for Matthew's tongue to tangle with mine, and together we tasted Richard.
“Clothes off,” Matthew said as he parted Richard's shirt. I helped him get the big man naked.
Matthew's ass met the sheets first. He spread himself out before us. His body trembled. It begged for our touch. Richard lowered himself onto Matthew and pulled me alongside them.
We kissed, caressed, fondled balls, stroked cocks. Our moans and groans drove us forward as need and desire tore away at any semblance that what we were up to was a casual fuck. We all needed one another too much.
“Want my mouth on you?” Matthew whispered in Richard's ear between kisses.
“Yes. Been waiting for that.” Richard rolled over onto his back. “Luke, fuck me?”
“You wanting me in you again?”
“Yes. You in me. Matthew's mouth. Been thinking about it all week.” He kissed me. “Can't stop thinking about you two.”
“God, me either.” Matthew's words clung to a low groan.
“Uh-huh,” I said. “Can't get enough of you.” I was no longer worried about what to say or what not to say. That part of my brain had gone on a sabbatical. Desperation and desire had taken residence instead. I shifted to kneel between Richard's legs. He spread his thick thighs. “Damn, you look great like this.”
He nodded. Maybe words had left his brain too. He tangled his hands in Matthew's dark hair, and they kissed again. I sat back on my heels. I'd never seen anything like them.
I managed to find lube and worked Richard's ass, telling myself it didn't mean anything how quickly I was trying to get inside him again. I got a condom on, handed one to Matthew, and lifted Richard's legs over my arms. I pushed into him with slow, shallow movements, never going all the way in. Every nerve ending in my body settled in my dick, the incredible pressure reminding me yet again how little the man must bottom.
“More, Luke. More.” Richard's pleas set me to a faster pace.
I appreciated the close view of Matthew's mouth stretched to wrap around the thick cock. It amazed me how much he could take in. Richard wasn't small in any way, and Matthew worked it like getting
