Both men sported pity-filled expressions.
I thumped my knuckles on the countertop. “Don't worry about it. I'm not the first gay man to lose his family over the issue of where he likes to stick his dick.”
“That's still a shitty way for family to treat you,” Richard said.
Matthew reached out and touched my arm. “Yeah. Some of my friends have had to deal with that. It pisses me off.”
“Thanks.”
Richard stepped around the counter. “Do either of you have plans for the evening?”
Matthew gave his usual silent shake of his head.
“You got something in mind?” I asked.
Richard grinned. “Want to try out the basement?”
Matthew stood so fast the wooden stool wobbled behind him. Its feet tapped the tiled floor. He reached back and steadied it.
“I think Matthew says yes. Luke?”
“Fuck, yes.”
We stepped into the makeshift bedroom, and I wandered around the bed to the opposite side of the room, unsure what the festivities would include or what I wanted, which was odd. I could normally define my sexual preferences in great detail at any moment.
Matthew sat on the bench. His fingers traced the metal handholds, his gaze darting between Richard and me.
Richard didn't ask his usual question about what we wanted. He strode across the room and had me in his arms before the door swung shut behind him. His lips were a mere inch from my mouth when he spoke, his guttural whisper loud enough for Matthew to hear. “I want you tied up again.”
I groaned my approval and rocked my pelvis against him.
“Only this time,” he said, “I want to watch Matthew do it. I like to watch him move.”
“He does have a fantastic way with his body.”
“God, yes.”
I glanced at Matthew. His mouth hung open. He didn't move a muscle until he swallowed. Did he like the idea? Did it bother him to tie me up?
He stood. “I can do that.” He gripped my hips and pulled me to the bed with him. Our mouths and tongues collided as he unbuttoned my shirt. Even beneath the garlic and rosemary lingering in his mouth, the taste of Matthew was strong. His touch, his sounds, his tastes were becoming a familiar addiction.
My shirt fell to the floor. He undid my pants and yanked them off. Then he gripped my arms and shoved me onto the bed. The breath caught in my chest. Matthew making such a forward move was erotic as hell. I closed my eyes, and the anticipation flowed through me.
Chains clinked. He lifted a handcuff, pressed my wrist into the leather strap, and slid the buckle in place until the cuff sat snug against my skin. He clicked the small lock shut and said, “I hope you have the key.”
My head flew up.
Richard leaned against the far wall, much like he did our first night at the club. “In the cabinet. Don't you worry, Luke. We'll take care of you.”
I settled back and enjoyed the grip of leather on my flesh and the sound of steel jangling near my head as Matthew finished securing me.
His small hand glided down my chest, along my thigh, and then left me. I heard kissing and clothes rustling. I lifted my head again.
They were shirtless, one leaning down, the other reaching up. Richard's right hand was twisted in Matthew's wavy hair. His other hand was down the front of Matthew's pants and was rubbing him mercilessly. The kissing ended, and they removed their clothes in a matter of seconds. Richard bent his knees and rocked his pelvis. Their cocks slid together. Matthew gripped Richard's arms and threw his head back.
Damn sexy kid.
I could still smell his saliva on my lips. I needed him in my mouth again. His tongue, his skin, his cock. Anything.
Richard whispered in Matthew's ear. Matthew nodded and came back to the bed. He straddled my body. His hands explored me everywhere. His tongue ran over my skin and licked at my nipples.
“Luke, your body is amazing.” He moved farther down and dipped his tongue into my navel. His breath swept over my dick with each word. “I wanna taste you.”
“Someday,” Richard said.
“God, Matthew. I can't wait to shoot into your mouth.” And I meant every word.
Richard stretched out beside me. “Can you imagine it? Nothing in the way of all that hot, wet suction.”
“Uh-huh,” I said. “Can you— ” The mouth in question lapped my balls, fucking with my concentration. “Can you kiss me?”
Richard's mouth devoured mine with tenderness and slow swirls of tongue over tongue. He always kept me off guard. I never knew if his kiss would consume me or caress me. There was no monotony to him, his touches, or the way he fucked me.
“Matthew's right,” he said. “You've got a great body. We're going to make you feel good.”
I needed to touch him, to feel him. I lifted my arms, and the chains clanked as they wrenched against the bed frame. Frustration overwhelmed me, but I wanted it. And I wanted more. “The cuffs aren't tight enough.”
“They'll have to do. Matthew is going to fuck you. And then I am. Sound good, Matthew?”
Oh, God. One then the other. How did he always know what I needed?
Matthew removed his hot mouth from my body and shot off the bed. Richard kissed me, keeping me distracted until Matthew's slick fingers pushed into me. I spread my legs farther and let him have all he wanted. He moaned, and the sound mingled with my name.
“Matthew, hurry.”
He raised my legs over his thighs and slowly pressed inside me.
The cuffs gripped me tighter as I made a fist with each tug. Richard kept touching me, kissing me, never letting me get too comfortable with any one sensation before moving on to another part of my body.
Matthew's speed and strength built with each thrust. He came before I was ready to have it end, his face strained with pleasure and relief. Being inside me did that to
