Текст книги "Double Time"

Автор книги: Olivia Cunning

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Chapter 26

Pulling his shirt on over his head, Trey entered the kitchen. He was greeted by Reagan’s drowsy smile and Ethan’s appreciative grin. Trey wrapped an arm around Reagan and kissed her. “How are you feeling?”

“Hungry.”

“Lunch will be ready soon,” Ethan said.

Ethan stirred the heavenly smelling concoction in the skillet on the stove. Trey moved to stand beside him. He rose up and offered him a deep kiss, while watching Reagan out of the corner of his eye for any signs of displeasure. She grinned. She really seemed okay with this. Actually, she seemed to relish the affection between himself and Ethan. Trey hadn’t been expecting that blessing. He’d thought it would bother her to witness him openly sharing affection with Ethan. He’d never expected her to enjoy it.

“What are you making?” Trey asked, looking down into the skillet of steak slices, onions, and various colored peppers. “Fajitas?”

“Ethan’s specialty. He got all of his recipes from his mother. She is a phenomenal cook.”

“She has her own restaurant,” Ethan said. “A mix of authentic Mexican and Tex-Mex. She was born in Mexico, but raised in Texas, so she makes the best of both.”

“Is her restaurant here in town?” Trey asked. “I love Mexican food.”

Ethan shook his head. “San Antonio. Maybe we can stop in when we pass through there on tour.”

“Yeah,” said Reagan, “that would be awesome. I haven’t seen your parents in ages.”

Trey offered Ethan a lopsided grin. “If you’re Mexican, how did you end up with a name like Ethan Conner?”

Ethan laughed. “My dad is as white as the Pillsbury dough boy. I got my height from his side of the family too. I tower over my mom’s side of the family and all of my half-brothers.”

“His mom is tiny,” Reagan said. “I doubt she’s even five feet tall.”

“Four foot eleven.”

Trey realized for the first time that Reagan and Ethan had quite a history together. He felt a little left out. “So you’ve met each other’s families?”

“Ethan’s never met my dad. You can’t take the Arkansas out of the man or take the man out of Arkansas, but Ethan always insists I go with him when he goes to Texas for a visit.”

“It makes Mama happy. She adores Reagan. Is expecting her to give her grandchildren any day.”

“She’s going to continue to be disappointed,” Reagan said.

“You didn’t tell her when you two broke up?”

“It would have broken her heart,” Ethan said and winked at Reagan.

“How many brothers do you have?” Trey asked.

Ethan turned off the burner. “Six half-brothers. My biological father knocked up my mom and they got married because of it. He was in the army and stationed in El Paso at the time. They split up a few months after I was born. They never really loved each other, you know. He had no interest in being a father. He just thought marrying her was the right thing to do. We didn’t stay in touch, though I met him once when I was fifteen. I wasn’t missing much. My real dad, the one who raised me, is great. My mom married him a couple years after I was born and they had a bunch of kids together. Never a moment of peace in our house. Dad is Latino, like my mom, so my little brothers don’t really look like me.”

Reagan laughed. “They act like his brothers though.”

“Yep. They all drive me crazy. Do you have siblings?” Ethan asked Trey.

“One brother.”

“Is he as delicious as you are?” Ethan asked.

“He’s in my new band,” Reagan said. “You’ll get to meet him tomorrow. And yes. He’s delicious. Dare is straight though, isn’t he, Trey?”

“Yeah. One hundred percent straight.”

“Maybe I went after the wrong brother,” Reagan said, staring at the ceiling reflectively.

Trey and Ethan exchanged nervous glances.

Reagan laughed. “Never mind. I like this arrangement much better. The two of you are amazing separately and even more incredible together.”

“It’s ready.” Ethan rummaged around in the refrigerator to hand Trey a tub of sour cream and a container of homemade guacamole. Trey grabbed a bottle of hot sauce off the refrigerator door and carried the fixings to the breakfast bar.

“Good,” Reagan said. “I’m starving. We need to hurry and get ready for our appointment, Trey.”

“Oh yeah, our STD testing/birth control appointment,” Trey said. He glanced at Ethan. “You should join us.”

Ethan lifted an eyebrow at him. “Why?”

“Trey wants to stop using condoms,” Reagan said.

“I’m there,” Ethan blurted.

“And then we have our other appointment after that.”

“We do?” Trey asked.

“Don’t tell me you forgot.” She closed one eye and shook her head at him.

“I guess I forgot.”

“Bondage training with Aggie and Jace.”

How could he have forgotten that? “That’s tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Bondage training?” Ethan said, deftly filling warm tortillas with meat and veggies at the stove. He set two on each plate and handed them off to Trey who set them on the breakfast bar.

“Do you want to come with us to that as well?” Trey asked Ethan. While learning how to tie Reagan properly for a night of pleasure was stimulating enough, the thought of restraining a big, tough guy like Ethan had Trey’s nerve endings humming like a beehive.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” Ethan asked.

“Do you really want Jace to know about your side-relationship with Ethan?” Reagan asked.

“Side-relationship?” Ethan murmured, his dark brows drawn together over his warm brown eyes.

“My band knows all about my sexual preferences. Even Jace. And we’re supposed to be in this relationship as equals, Reagan.”

“I didn’t mean that Ethan was a lesser partner. I meant…” She climbed from her perch on a breakfast bar stool and circled the counter to wrap her arms around Ethan. “Sorry. That didn’t come out right. I wasn’t sure if Trey wanted his bandmates to know he dated men.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re the only one who didn’t know, Reagan,” Trey said. He grabbed a plate of fajitas and smothered them in sour cream and guacamole. He sprinkled a bit of hot sauce on them and climbed on a stool with his plate. “Can we all make up after we eat?”

Ethan secured Reagan in a tight embrace and lowered his head to kiss her. Trey paused with his fajita halfway to his mouth. He’d known from the start that Ethan still had strong feelings for Reagan and as he watched them kiss, his suspicions about Reagan still being in love with Ethan were solidified. The two didn’t kiss like fuck buddies. They kissed like lovers. With all the swirling emotions and giddiness that came with being in love. Trey wondered if Reagan’s feelings for him were starting to lessen now that Ethan was back in the picture. That would suck. And not in the good way.

Reagan released Ethan and smiled up at him. “Do you want to go to our appointment with us?”

He whispered something into her ear and she grinned deviously, before shifting her gaze to Trey and worrying her lower lip with her teeth. “That sounds like a plan.”

“Plan?” Trey questioned. “What plan?”

“That’s for us to know and you to find out,” Reagan said.

Chapter 27

From the outside, Jace’s house looked like any ordinary million-dollar Georgian-styled six-bedroom, eight-bathroom home—huge, paned windows, brick walls, black shutters, and a portico—but once a person stepped into the basement, all signs of normalcy vanished. The dungeon was separated into several rooms. Trey, Reagan, and Ethan were currently in the receiving room. The walls were painted black. Silver-foil vines circled the perimeter of the room near the ceiling. The lighting was kept dim in fixtures that resembled flames, without the fire hazards. There were several red loveseats—all very formal-looking—and three shiny black doors that led off to other rooms.

Jace’s fiancée, Aggie, had been the one to greet them. She’d gone all out for the occasion and was dressed in full dominatrix regale from her five-inch, spike-heeled, thigh-high boots to the sexy little leather hat on her head. Her corset, which had red roses embroidered along both sides, fit her like a glove, pressing her large breasts upward into male brain-vacating cleavage. Her long, silky black hair hung to her waist and flowed like satin around her shoulders and waist as she stalked. The woman didn’t walk the way most people did. She moved like a predator. She smiled in welcome and gave Trey a big hug, her tough bitch veneer melting away as she squeezed him joyously. “It’s been ages, sugar. How have you been?”

When Aggie kissed Trey’s cheek, no doubt leaving traces of her cherry red lipstick on his skin, Reagan grabbed his arm and yanked.

“I’ve been great. How about you?”

“My custom-made corset business is really picking up. I don’t have time to work the dungeon much these days. When Jace told me you were coming, I was so excited.” She flicked the end of her riding crop against Trey’s thigh and he tensed. It hadn’t hurt. Just made a loud noise. Reagan rubbed his thigh and glared at Aggie. “Who’s this?” Aggie asked, her attention settling on Reagan.

“This is my girlfriend Reagan,” he said.

Aggie took her hand and shook it. “Girlfriend, huh? Never thought I’d see this one settled down.” She nodded her head toward Trey. “I’m Aggie.”

“Jace is such a cutie,” Reagan said. “And a great listener.”

Trey snorted in amusement.

“Yeah, I kind of like him,” Aggie said and winked at her.

“And this is my boyfriend Ethan,” Trey said.

Aggie grinned. “Now that makes more sense. Very naughty. Like our Trey was meant to be.” She shook Ethan’s hand. “What’s our pecking order here?” She looked from one person to the next.

Reagan and Ethan exchanged a confused glance.

“Who’s the top dog?” Aggie clarified.

“We reciprocate all around,” Trey said. “Ethan’s mostly a top, but I switch.”

“What about Reagan?”

Trey contemplated Reagan for a moment. She wasn’t truly submissive or dominant. She was just the goddess whose body they worshipped. “That’s a good question.”

“I’ll work with her,” Aggie said. “As for you.” She flicked her riding crop in Ethan’s direction. “Don’t even think about disobeying. I know your type.”

“Me?” Ethan said.

Aggie chuckled, a deep throaty laugh that made Trey want to crawl around on his knees at her feet. “Don’t worry, sugar. Reagan will break you in properly.”

Ethan gave Reagan a worried look. She smiled nervously.

“It’s okay, doll,” Aggie said to Reagan and took her hand. “We’ll have these two studs begging for you in no time. Come with me. I need to explain a few things and find you something more empowering to wear.”

Reagan swallowed and nodded. Trey had to admire Reagan’s bravado. Aggie tended to be a tad intimidating until you saw what a generous heart she hid behind that tough exterior. And she did a good job of hiding it except where Jace was concerned. Jace turned the woman to mush.

“Jace is in the next room,” Aggie said. “You two head in there. He wasn’t expecting two of you, so make sure you explain the dynamics to him for this first scenario, Trey.”

“Will do.” Trey took a step toward the next room and then drew to a sudden halt. “What exactly are the dynamics for this first scenario?”

“You know I’m going to try to make a domme out of your little sweetheart.” Aggie laughed with obvious delight. “We can switch things around later if necessary, but she’s got the right backbone for it and I can’t wait to watch that one squirm.” She pointed at Ethan with her riding crop. “We’ll try it this way first. I think you’re all going to enjoy it.”

“Trey?” Reagan said quietly, her voice wavering with anxiety.

He gave her a gentle hug and kissed her. “Trust Aggie. She knows what she’s doing.”

Reagan nodded.

Ethan stroked her hair. “This should be interesting.” He kissed her too.

Aggie took Reagan’s hand and tugged her toward one of the shiny black doors. “Both of your men are gorgeous. You are one lucky bitch, do you know that?”

Reagan laughed. “Yeah. I know.”

“You’re going to have to tell me how you ended up with two hotties.”

When they disappeared through the door and securely closed it behind them, Ethan turned to Trey.

“You know I’m never a sub, Trey. Why didn’t you tell her that?”

“I think you might be surprised by what you can be.”

Trey opened the door that led to the main dungeon. He expected Jace to be all decked out in leather with a spiked collar and a black hood over his face, but nope, he looked like regular old Jace—blue jeans, white T-shirt, black motorcycle boots, and a single black leather cuff on his left wrist. He smiled a welcome at Trey, but it vanished when Ethan stepped into the room behind him.

“I thought you were bringing Reagan,” Jace said.

“I did. I also brought Ethan.”

Jace nodded at Ethan. “So how does this work?”

“Aggie’s preparing Reagan to dominate,” Trey said.

“Both of you?” Jace asked.

“And you too,” Trey teased.

Jace grinned. “Not likely.”

Jace moved to a series of buttons in a panel on the wall and pressed one. A mechanical grinding sound drew Trey’s attention to the ceiling. A long, heavy, wooden beam suspended by chains lowered until it was at shoulder level.

“Take your shirts off,” Jace said. “Once you’re bound, you aren’t going anywhere for a while.” Jace opened a cabinet built into the wall. Trey caught a glimpse of ropes, chains, harnesses, collars, and cuffs. He wished he had more time to play with Ethan before Reagan joined them. He was in the mood to take a dominant role.

Trey reached for the hem of Ethan’s shirt and pulled the garment off over his lover’s head. He caught his nipple between his teeth and flicked the flesh with his tongue.

“Who should I start with?” Jace asked.

“I’ll help you with Ethan,” Trey offered, not even bothering to conceal his ornery grin.

“How much do you plan on struggling, Ethan?” Jace asked as if he were asking him what size shoe he wore.

“I’ve never been bound. I don’t know.”

Jace glanced at Trey. “How’s his self-control?”

“What self-control?”

Jace nodded and handed Trey a set of wide wrist cuffs. “I don’t think Aggie will push this too far in your first session, but we’ll go with these.”

Trey secured a cuff to each of Ethan’s wrists. They extended halfway up his forearms and reminded Trey of gauntlets. Made Ethan look almost barbaric and infinitely sexy. Jace showed Trey how to attach the cuffs to the wooden beam which had large holes drilled through it.

“Lift your arm out to the side,” Jace instructed.

When Ethan complied, he hooked the chain to Ethan’s wrist cuff and threaded the chain through the hole nearest his wrist. Jace showed Trey how to secure the chain on the back side of the wooden beam. He put a carabiner clip through a chain link to prevent it from being drawn back through the hole and then took the length of chain to wrap around Ethan’s hard-muscled arm several times.

“That’s mostly for looks,” Jace explained as he secured the end of chain through a hole under Ethan’s armpit. “The cuff will hold him. The chain just makes it look more impressive.”

“I’m impressed. You look sexy, Ethan,” Trey said, making a mental list of all the things he wanted to do to the man’s hard body.

“Is anything pinching?” Jace asked Ethan.

Ethan looked down the length of his right arm. He gave his restraint a hard tug, but it scarcely had a centimeter of give in it. “Surprisingly, no. The chain is a little cold, but it doesn’t hurt.”

“Trey, you restrain his other arm while I find something for you.”

The second Jace’s back was turned, Ethan grabbed Trey by the back of the neck with his free arm and pulled him against him. “Do you like me like this?” he asked, his voice low and soothing. “At your mercy?”

Trey laughed. “I think I’m the one at your mercy right now.”

Ethan tilted his head and captured Trey’s mouth in a plundering kiss. Trey opened his mouth to Ethan’s possession, kissing him back as hard as he was receiving. Ethan tugged his mouth away, his hand sliding from the nape of Trey’s neck down his back so he could draw him against him.

“Trey,” Jace said somewhere behind him. “You’re supposed to be securing his arm, not making out with him.”

“Right,” he agreed breathlessly.

Ethan allowed Trey to fasten a chain to his free arm, stood still while he threaded it through a hole in the beam, and made no protest as he clipped on a carabiner to secure the chain. Trey couldn’t help but run appreciative hands over Ethan’s bulging biceps as he wrapped the chain around his arm. He secured the free end of the chain and took a step back to admire masculine perfection. He wanted to suck and lick and nibble every inch of the man’s body. Wanted to give him so much pleasure that he begged for pain. It wasn’t to be. Jace fastened a narrow cuff around Trey’s wrist and tugged him to stand against the wooden beam next to Ethan.

“Take off your shirt, Trey.”

He complied and tossed it across the room.

“You’re restraining us side-by-side?” Trey asked.

“I could put you back-to-back, but I figured you’d rather watch what’s happening to each other in the mirror this first time. See each other’s reactions.”

Trey focused on the mirror they faced. His gaze roamed Ethan’s muscled torso and eventually met his eyes.

“Jace, you’re a flipping genius.”

“I just see the way you look at him. You’re still very visual in your attraction to him. You haven’t been together long, have you?”

Trey did like to look at Ethan, but he was attracted to much more than his handsome face and perfect body. Looks worked for this though, since they couldn’t touch each other.

“Not long, no,” Ethan said.

“Watch the mirror throughout the session,” Jace advised. “You’ll learn a lot about each other.”

Trey chuckled. “Like I have to be told to watch Ethan.”

“Next time you should consider hoods. Then you’ll be able to tune into each other on a different level. Especially since sound is so important to Trey.”

Amazing how much Jace talked when he was advising on his favorite hobby. Bondage.

“Are you ready for us?” Aggie asked through a crack in the door.

“Just a minute,” Jace said.

He fastened Trey’s other cuff, hooked a chain to it, and threaded it through a hole on the wooden beam. He drew it out through another hole and fastened it to Trey’s other cuff. Unlike Ethan, Trey had several inches of play in his chains.

“That’s not fair,” Ethan complained. “I can’t move at all.”

“He can move less than you think,” Jace said. “Okay, Aggie, bring her in.”

When Reagan strutted into the room, Trey’s jaw dropped. An angel in white and pink leather. White, high-heeled boots that laced up the front hugged her calves but stopped just below her knee. The short, pink skirt she wore didn’t cover the cheeks of her ass, and the white corset pressed her tits up and together. She was wearing hot pink lipstick and her eyelashes were thick and heavy. Trey didn’t think he’d ever seen her wear lipstick before. She looked fucking hot, but it was the confidence in her stride that made his heart pump out of control.

“Damn, baby,” Ethan murmured.

“You will address her as Mistress,” Aggie said.

“Damn, Mistress,” Ethan said, “you look hot.”

Reagan cocked an eyebrow at him. “Did I say you could speak?”

Trey watched Ethan in the mirror and had to concentrate hard on not laughing. It was obvious from his stunned expression that he’d never played this sort of game before. Aggie had been right. It would be fun watching him squirm.

“Well, no, but—”

Reagan smacked her riding crop against her boot with a loud crack. “Then don’t speak.”

“Mistress?” Trey asked, ducking his head respectively.

“Yes, Trey.”

“May I say that you look fucking hot, Mistress?”

She smiled and then glanced at Aggie before wiping the smile off her face. “You may,” Reagan said.

“You look fucking hot, Mistress.”

“I agree,” Ethan said. “Are you going to hit me now? You’re making me all hard and horny.”

Reagan’s eyes widened and she looked to Aggie for direction.

“He’s misbehaving. Do you give him what he wants?” Aggie asked.

“No?” Reagan asked hesitantly.

“Fuck no,” Aggie said. “Trey is being well-behaved. You should reward him.”

Aggie winked at Trey and moved to stand next to Jace in case Reagan needed more assistance.

Reagan strode to stand before Trey. She drew the end of her riding crop down the center of his chest and used it to flick his nipple piercing. Trey’s belly tightened and his eyes drifted closed.

“Aggie said I didn’t have to hit you if I didn’t want to,” she whispered.

Good, because Trey wasn’t too fond of being hit.

“Do you want to, Mistress?” Trey asked.

She shook her head and leaned close to whisper in his ear. “I want to rub my hands all over your body while you can’t get away.”

“That’s not playing by the rules, Mistress,” he whispered.

“I want to make up my own rules.”

There was a loud slap from the corner of the room and the three of them turned their attention to Aggie who was rubbing the ass she’d just smacked. Jace’s. He had his head tilted back in obvious delight.

“Why don’t you two take that elsewhere?” Trey suggested. “We’re okay here.”

“Are you sure? I haven’t taught her much yet,” Aggie said. Jace whispered something in her ear. She slapped his ass again and his entire body went taut.

“I’m sure,” Trey said. “What do you think, Mistress?”

“I can handle these two,” Reagan said.

“What? My opinion doesn’t matter?” Ethan said.

“No one told you to speak,” Reagan said.

“Jace does have some tension to work through,” Aggie said. “I’ve been too busy to give him what he needs since he got off tour.”

“This is unbearable to watch right now,” Jace said. “I need it, Aggie.”

“Need it or want it?” she asked.

“Both.”

She smiled and went to a panel on the wall. “Mistress Rea, if you get into trouble, press this red button. It will make all the lights in the dungeon flash and I’ll know to come check on you.”

“Understood,” Reagan said with a nod.

Aggie strode out of the room with an eager Jace on her heels. As soon as the door closed, Reagan tossed her riding crop aside. “You look so hot, Ethan,” she purred. She approached him and rubbed her palms over every inch of his hard chest and stomach. She peppered his chest with kisses and reached for his belt. Once his fly was unfastened, she jerked his pants down to his knees and grasped his hard cock in both hands. Trey couldn’t decide what was sexier, Reagan’s enthusiasm or Ethan’s persistent struggle against his restraints as he moaned in pleasure.

“Stand behind him, Reagan,” Trey suggested, “so he can watch himself in the mirror.”

Reagan glanced at Trey and her hands fell free of Ethan’s body. “Damn, you look hot too, Trey,” she said. She moved to wrap her arms around him, pressing her breasts against his chest as she rubbed her hands up and down his back and buttocks. She kissed his throat until he began to tremble. He wanted to touch her. Knowing he couldn’t made him want to even more.

“Release me,” he whispered in her ear, “and we’ll both make Ethan squirm.”

“Maybe I planned to release Ethan so we could both make you scream.”

“What are you two talking about over there?” Ethan asked gruffly.

Reagan offered Ethan an ornery grin and moved to stand behind Trey. She slowly released the buttons of Trey’s fly. “Watch the mirror, Ethan,” Reagan said.

He turned his attention to the mirror. Trey made sure the pleasure registered on his face as Reagan slid her hands down into his pants and tugged his cock free of his boxers. He watched the mirror with his eyes half-closed, mostly to see Ethan’s reaction as Reagan’s hands slid up and down his length, but also because seeing her touch him at the same time he felt it was an incredible turn-on.

“What should I do to him, Ethan?” Reagan murmured.

“Take his pants off. I want to see all of him.”

Reagan obeyed without question. Even bound to a wooden beam, Ethan’s dominance was unquestionable. At least until Reagan agreed to release Trey. Reagan lowered Trey’s jeans to the floor and removed his shoes and socks before stripping him entirely naked.

“I can’t decide which of you is more desirable,” Ethan said.

“I guess that means you’ll have to want us both,” Trey said.

“I do,” he whispered. “Reagan, suck his sac. I want to watch him squirm.”

Reagan knelt before Trey and started her pleasurable assault by flicking her tongue over Trey’s scrotum. He tugged against his chains as the gentle licking became vigorous sucking. She had an entire sensitive nut in her mouth when he started begging.

“Reagan, please.” His abdominal muscles began to twitch uncontrollably and he knew if the chains weren’t there to keep him upright, he’d have sank to the floor.

“My turn,” Ethan said. “Reagan.”

She ignored both of them, intent on her task to drive Trey insane with pleasure and Ethan insane with lack thereof. When she stopped unexpectedly, Trey looked down at her. She grinned up at him and flicked her eyes to the mirror. At first he thought she was encouraging him to check out the pained expression on Ethan’s face, but as he watched, she removed her lacy thong and spread her legs, leaning forward as she took Trey’s aching balls in her mouth again. He couldn’t take his eyes off the slick flesh between her legs. Flushed and swollen with excitement, her feminine folds begged for penetration and there wasn’t a damn thing Trey could do about it.

“Reagan,” Ethan murmured. “Reagan, let me go. I need to fill you.”

Trey didn’t know if he could actually come when his cock had been completely neglected, but the urgency in his groin had built to the point that he was involuntarily thrusting his hips. Reagan nipped the sensitive skin covering his balls and his entire body jerked. She licked the head of his cock with the flat of her tongue and then climbed to her feet. She moved to stand behind Ethan. He jerked the beam so hard that Trey stumbled as it tugged him forward then back.

“Easy,” Trey complained.

“Let me go, Reagan,” Ethan growled.

“You don’t like to be defenseless?” Reagan asked.

“No.”

“Your cock is calling you a liar. Look how hard you are.”

Standing behind him, but not pressing against his back, Reagan wrapped her arms around Ethan’s body and took his cock in both hands. He was already seeping pre-cum. Trey doubted he’d last more than ten seconds with Reagan stroking him that way.

“Don’t come, Ethan,” she said, stroking him faster. Faster. “If you come, I’m going to let Trey help me torture you with pleasure.”

Ethan grunted and squeezed his eyes shut. She stroked him faster, both hands skimming over his length in gentle strokes. Trey was about to come just watching it. Ethan’s gasps of excitement made Trey’s ball tighten.

“Stop,” Ethan gasped. “I can’t hold back. Reagan? Reagan!”

Trey groaned when the first spurt of cum erupted from Ethan’s rigid body. Reagan caught the second spurt in her hand and rubbed it into his flesh as she continued to stroke him.

“I told you not to come,” she said, her voice hard, but behind his back she winked at Trey and grinned.

“Y-your fault,” he gasped. “Okay, I’m done. Stop. Please. I can’t… Oh.” Ethan’s entire body continued to jerk in hard spasms as Reagan continued to stroke him.

“Are you sure you want me to stop? I’m going to have Trey top you as soon as I’m done.”

Oh how Trey loved this woman. His cock began to jump in excitement.

“Not happening,” Ethan growled.

“Why not?” Reagan asked.

“Because I’m a top.”

“Tonight you’re a switch.”

Reagan released Ethan’s cock and moved back to Trey. She leaned close to his ear. “Do you want him?”

“God, yes. I love cherries.”

Reagan laughed. “That’s kind of evident in the number of cherry suckers you eat in a day.”

“I mean the other kind of cherry.”

Reagan’s brow furrowed.

“Ethan’s never been penetrated,” Trey clarified. “He’s a virgin.”

Reagan’s eyes widened. “But I thought…”

“He has always topped.”

She glanced at Ethan. “We can’t force him. That would be wrong.”

Trey grinned at her crookedly and said quietly, “Release me and we won’t have to. I’ll have him begging for it in no time.”

“Not a chance,” Ethan, who apparently had superhuman hearing, said.

Reagan kissed Trey and then moved behind him to unfasten his restraints. As soon as he was free, he pulled Reagan against him and kissed her deeply for several long minutes.

“This is completely unfair,” Ethan grumbled.

Trey pulled away from Reagan. “I agree. You’re about to get all the pleasure and you’re the only one in the room who’s already come.”

“Release me,” he demanded.

Trey chuckled. “Not until we’re finished with you.”

Trey reached for his discarded jeans and removed the cherry-flavored lube from his pocket. Reagan watched him as he moved to stand in front Ethan. Trey coated Ethan’s now flaccid cock with lube and then sank to his knees to suck him. It took Ethan a while to relax. Trey had been with enough virgins to know how to make the entire experience pleasurable, but his partner had to both trust him and be relaxed. Being restrained would make it difficult for Ethan to trust him, and he was far from relaxed. It did excite him though. Within minutes, his cock grew thick and hard within Trey’s persistently tugging mouth. When Ethan began to moan and thrust gently into Trey’s throat, Trey moved away. He needed to lower the beam a little. Ethan was a few inches taller than he was. Trey turned his head and found Reagan watching him with her hand up her skirt.

Trey grinned slyly. “Do you like watching that?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“Are you rubbing yourself?”

She lifted her skirt and showed him that her fingers were buried deep inside her swollen pussy.

“Do you want me to take care of you first?” Trey asked her.

She shook her head. “I want you both. Later. Can I help you? I need something to occupy myself.”

Trey climbed to his feet. “Keep him hard for me.”

Trey went to the control panel on the wall and carefully depressed the switch he’d watched Jace push earlier. After the beam had lowered a couple of inches, he stopped it and locked it in place again. He turned and found Reagan bent forward at the waist sucking Ethan’s cock while she plunged the fingers of her free hand in and out of her body. Ethan was watching her in the mirror with an almost pained expression on his face. That should help him be more receptive to all the things Trey planned to do to him. Trey moved to stand behind Ethan and leaned against his back. He settled his hard cock between the taut cheeks of Ethan’s ass, took one cheek in each hand, and massaged them around his cock. When the tension went out of Ethan’s spine, Trey slid down his body. He kissed and sucked and bit Ethan’s firm backside until he started to whimper. Trey drew his tongue over the entrance to Ethan’s body and Ethan shuddered, sucking harsh, excited breaths into his chest.