Trey squirted some cherry-flavored lube on two fingers and rubbed them over Ethan’s tight hole, massaging in small circles until a fingertip slipped inside.
“Oh,” Ethan gasped.
Trey was surprised Ethan wasn’t putting up more resistance. Trey added the motions of his tongue to that of his fingers. Lapping at the sweetly flavored lube, he caught his piercing on the rim of Ethan’s entrance with each hard flick.
“Trey, Trey,” he gasped, fighting his chains now.
Trey leaned away. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, no,” he groaned, “but just your finger. Put it inside. Deeper.”
Trey slowly pressed one finger inside him. He peeked around Ethan’s body to see how Reagan was doing. He could hear her slurping and sucking, but he hadn’t been prepared for the enthusiasm she was showing Ethan’s cock. And what he saw of her in the mirror was even more mind-blowing. Her thighs were slick with her cum and she was still working herself with her hand. He and Ethan were going to reward her for hours for being so wonderful.
“Deeper,” Ethan urged. “Trey.”
Trey forced his attention off Reagan and to what he was doing with Ethan. Trey’s balls protested their lack of relief. He was tempted to skip this step and plunge into Ethan’s body, but Ethan was still a little tense. Trey added more lube to his fingers and slipped two of them inside, thrusting gently in and out of Ethan’s increasingly receptive body.
“Deeper,” Ethan whispered.
Trey’s fingers were already as deep as they would go. He began to move them in an increasingly wide circle.
Ethan was chanting to deities now.
“Tell me what you want, Ethan,” Trey urged.
“Deeper,” he gasped. “Harder, Reagan. Suck harder.”
“Ethan, what do you need?” Trey asked, reaching for a condom from his pants pocket, while he continued to prepare Ethan for full penetration with three fingers now.
“I need f**ked, Trey. Do it.”
Trey pulled his fingers free and Ethan sputtered in denial.
“No, no, don’t stop.”
Trey rolled the condom over his straining c**k and moved into place behind Ethan. He slathered lube down his length and then pressed the head of his c**k into Ethan’s opening. Ethan rocked back against him, wanting to be rammed, but Trey didn’t want to hurt him. Not their first time. He hoped this would become a regular part of their lovemaking. They could get a little rougher next time if that’s what Ethan wanted.
Trey held Ethan’s hips and guided himself into him slowly, adjusting his angle if he encountered any resistance. Ethan’s entire body trembled as he accepted Trey. Completely accepted him.
“Are you okay, baby?” Trey whispered, wrapping his arms around Ethan’s waist and pressing open-mouthed kisses to his back.
“No wonder you like this,” he gasped. “What does it feel like to have someone inside of you when you come?”
“We’ll show you.”
Trey began to move inside him then. Slowly at first, careful to cause as little pain as possible, and then more rapidly at Ethan’s insistence. Trey hoped Ethan found release soon, because as excited as he was, he knew he wouldn’t last long, especially when Reagan’s hand appeared between his thighs and massaged his balls against Ethan’s.
Reagan pulled away, and Trey watched Ethan’s fluids jet from his body as his ass clenched around Trey’s cock.
“Fuck,” Ethan growled, his head thrown back in pure bliss.
Trey continued to thrust until Ethan stopped spurting and then Trey let go, shuddering hard as pleasure consumed him. He collapsed against Ethan’s back, attempting to regain his breath. Trey reached over and released Ethan’s restraints. The chains gave way with a loud clank and they sank to the floor on their knees, both too weary to stand.
A pair of sexy white boots entered Trey’s line of sight. He glanced up at Reagan who was standing over them with her hands on her hips.
“Watching you two get off on each other really turns me on, but I think it’s my turn now.”
Trey figured she had more than one turn owed to her.
***
Reagan emitted a squeak of surprise when Ethan wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to the dungeon floor. “I think our Mistress needs to be taught a lesson,” he said gruffly.
Now what did he mean by that? “Ethan?”
His chains rattled as he captured her head between his hands and stared down at her with the most intense expression she’d ever encountered. Her heart rate thundered out of control.
“What should we do to her first, Trey?”
Trey peered at her over Ethan’s shoulder. “I don’t know about first, but at some point tonight I want her legs wrapped around my waist and those sexy boots digging into my ass.”
She tore her gaze from Ethan’s to smile up at Trey. “You like the boots?”
Trey nodded vigorously.
“No one said you could speak,” Ethan said and covered her mouth with a deep kiss.
Ah, so he wanted to be in charge now. She could handle that. Ethan suddenly tore his mouth away from hers and winced as Trey pulled away from him. “Where are you going?” he asked. “I like you in there. I thought I might get to be in the middle this time.”
“It’s Reagan’s turn to be in the middle,” Trey said.
Reagan contemplated what that meant for a moment. “No, thank you. I’m perfectly content to be on the very bottom.”
“I thought you wanted to experience my favorite position,” Trey said, a teasing grin on his gorgeous face.
“Not if it involves a huge c**k in my ass.”
“I’m not that huge,” Trey said.
Words she’d never thought she’d ever hear a man say.
“It feels great, sweetheart. He knows what he’s doing,” Ethan said. His gruffness had already vanished and he peppered her face and neck with gentle kisses.
“Should we head for home?” Trey asked. “There isn’t anything remotely resembling a bed in this place.”
“There are loveseats in the entry,” Reagan said and then flushed when she considered that they might actually take her out there and have their way with her. Aggie and Jace or some random customer might witness her shameless acceptance of two lovers.
“That there are,” Ethan said and rose from the floor. “Help me with these chains,” he said to Trey.
Reagan lay on the floor and watched the two of them interact. There was something different between them now. A new awareness or connection or something. While Trey unfastened the cuffs on Ethan’s forearms, Ethan stared at him with unmistakable adulation. And love. Trey treated Ethan more carefully than usual, as if six feet two inches of broad-chested, muscle-bound hunk was something to cherish. When Ethan was free of his restraints, he embraced Trey and buried his face in his neck. Trey held him but didn’t say anything. Reagan felt almost guilty watching their moment of sweet togetherness. Something about it made her heart ache.