“Nope. Don’t feel guilty. I have a standing date with Netflix all this week. By the time you get back, I’ll have caught up on my sleep and will be ready to ride you.”
“I might not be ready to be ridden.”
“I’m sure your mouth will still be there.”
“Ah, I see your cunning plan.”
Tim grinned. “I’d worry about you if you didn’t.”
* * * *
Tim got the impression Kent was even bouncier than usual today. In many ways, Kent was like a big kid, from the size of his toys to his love of the incongruous. Most guys might put porn on the TV during a sex party.
Not Kent.
Spaceballs was one of today’s selections.
When they arrived, it was Tim Kent pulled into his arms first for a long, seductive kiss.
Guy could kiss, too.
“There’s my boys.” He grinned and glanced at Paul. “He ready?”
“By the time you get your hands on him tonight, he’ll be more than ready to take you.”
Kent actually giggled. “Fantastic. We’ll turn him over to Boyd for a couple of hours to warm him up. I’ve got a twink tonight I’ve been promising for a while that he could meet the monster, but we’ve missed connections. So he’ll be ride number one.”
Kent pulled Paul into his arms and kissed him, grinding his hips against him. “That means I’ll save you for last and be able to last longer. Give you the ride of your fucking life, baby.”
Tim’s cock throbbed at that mental image. He planned to fuck his brains out tonight, maybe a little in the morning, and that would hold him until Paul’s return on Thursday.
Except…
He couldn’t deny watching Kent ruin a guy last week had been sexy as fuck. Couldn’t help but wonder what he’d look like taking the guy on at least once.
Paul hadn’t been the only one working his way up the size chart that week. Tim had spent several days at work wearing huge butt plugs, which had made him hornier than usual.
That had helped when going after Paul the past several days.
He didn’t want to commit to it yet, though. Mixing business and pleasure was already dicey enough. If something bad happened, he’d be there to catch and comfort Paul’s broken heart.
But if they both fell balls-deep for Kent and it went south, who’d catch him? He was Paul’s Daddy and took that dynamic very seriously. His boy always came first in his heart and life. He was Paul’s safety net and secure rock. Tim knew he needed to maintain perspective—for Paul’s sake, if nothing else.
He’d lived through heartache once. He didn’t want to live through it a second time, especially a preventable, self-inflicted heartache.
Tonight’s party was larger than the one last week, and kicked off with a bang—a gangbang—on Kent’s living room sectional sofa. As they stood and watched from the sidelines, Tim’s arms around Paul’s waist and his chin resting on his shoulder, he nudged him out toward the lanai. Several guys had already made their way out there, to the pool and hot tub, and a few of them had caught Tim’s eye.
He also found, surprisingly enough, that he didn’t want to watch any of the guys eagerly fluffing or hanging off Kent as he made the rounds talking to his guests.
He nibbled on Paul’s earlobe. “Daddy wants to bust a nut, baby. You ready to start this party right?”
Paul ground his ass against Tim.” Yes, Sir.”
“You’re not allowed to make yourself come tonight.” That drew a delightfully pathetic whine from Paul. “I don’t want you popping too soon and not having anything left for Kent. You’re allowed to come if someone makes you come, but don’t go begging for it, either. Don’t worry, by the end of the night, your balls will be drained. But don’t you think our host deserves the chance to make you come at least once while he’s fucking you?”
More grinding against Tim, which had his own cock throbbing. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Be my good boy.”
By the end of the night and collapsing in bed with Paul and Kent, not only had Kent fucked Paul twice, but Tim had sampled Boyd’s wares, too. It also left Tim determined to meet the monster in the morning.
Especially since the experience had rolled Paul’s eyes back in his head.
That’s how, by the time Boyd bid them good-bye early Sunday afternoon, Tim was being fucked by Kent for the second time. This time, riding him on the couch in the TV room while watching a movie, with Paul on his knees under them, his breath brushing Tim’s ass as he tongued Kent’s balls.
Kent smiled up at Tim, his hands caressing Tim’s arms, his abs, playing with his nipples. “Yeah, that’s it,” he softly said. “Got you hooked, too, now, don’t I?”
Tim let out a little whine. Earlier, when Kent had fucked him in the back bedroom, he’d squirted as soon as he’d tried flexing his ass around Kent’s monster, something that had pleased and amused the other man greatly.
At this angle he couldn’t, but every thrust rubbed against his prostate and threatened to send him over the edge at any second.
And Paul’s going to have four more nights with the guy. Damn.
Lucky bastard.
Kent pulled him forward for a kiss as his hands settled on Tim’s hips. “Slow down, baby,” Kent mumbled against his mouth. “Take your time. God, you two are fucking perfect.”
Tim draped his hands over Kent’s shoulders as he slowly rose and fell on the man’s massive cock. This wasn’t like any thick toy he’d ever tackled, either. It was goddamned Nirvana, or the closest thing he’d ever felt.
Kent would occasionally squeeze Tim’s cock, not hard enough to get him off, but teasing him, making him whine, before his hands slid around him, cupping his ass. He felt totally possessed, like he’d been subsumed by the man, a part of him.
Kent grinned. “I see that look, baby. Hot, isn’t it? Now you know why your boy was moaning so much last night. Doesn’t feel like anything else, does it?”
Tim shook his head, unable to speak now. Pleasure swirled through him, riding that edge between too much and not enough, wanting to hold on to it for as long as possible before sliding over the rim and exploding.
“Come here, baby.” Ken folded Tim into his arms against his chest, tenderly nuzzling his lips along Tim’s. “Take your time and enjoy it as long as you want. I’m good for a while. You’re so fucking perfect, both of you.”
He tried to focus on Kent’s brown gaze but another ripple of pleasure made him shiver and his eyes dropped closed again.
Tim felt Kent’s rumbling chuckle through his own body. “Yeah,” Kent tenderly said in a tone Tim realized seemed reserved for times alone with him and Paul. “I’ve seen that look before. You got a taste for the monster now. Paul, get back up here, baby.”
Paul scrambled out from under them and Kent had him snuggle next to them on the couch, his arms around both of them and kissing Kent and Tim, back and forth. He and Kent sucked Tim’s nipples as Kent pinned Tim in place, holding him still for a moment with that massive cock wedged perfectly against his sweet spot. Tim felt afraid to so much as breathe for fear of blowing too fast.
“Your Daddy is as sexy as you are,” Kent told Paul, kissing him. “Makes a man want to try to claim both of you permanently. Keep you all for myself.” He grinned up at Tim. “Not like you’ll really be happy with any other cock now.”
He wasn’t sure Kent might be not right about that. There was something obscenely hot and primal about this, raw and passionate and real. More than just sex, some unnamable well of lust and desire breathed to tangible life.
Like this was Kent with his walls down, his masks tossed aside.
Like he and Paul were seeing the real man and not the guy everyone else saw, including the usual cast of players who met the monster.
Don’t go there.
Except he wasn’t too sure that maybe he already had, in his heart.
That maybe he was too far over the line of in love with the guy to turn back without consequences.
> * * * *
Kent didn’t want to dissect whatever this was right now. Sure, it felt better and different fucking Tim and Paul than it had fucking any other guy.
He didn’t want to know why.
He tried to lie to himself that he didn’t need to know why.
All that mattered was the sexy look on Tim’s face and the blatant passion on Paul’s as he watched and kissed them, helping Kent keep Tim worked up to a fever pitch as the man rode him.
It wasn’t like Tim was trying to nut as fast as possible, either. He was slow grinding against Kent in a way that told him Tim had figured out exactly where his sweet spot was and realized he could make this last.
And last.
Kent could hold out damn near forever at this point. As long as Tim wanted to remain impaled on him, he’d let him ride.
Sexy.
As.
Fuck.
Paul was horny again, his stiff cock leaking pre-cum and bouncing all over the place as he loved on both of them, kissing back and forth, helping Kent torment Tim’s nipples.
“Stand up on the couch, boy. Give me your cock.”
Paul did, the perfect height for Kent to blow him while Tim’s eyes widened and he nuzzled in close. Tim cupped Paul’s sac in one hand, licking and sucking it, while Kent held on to Paul and let him fuck his mouth. All he had to do was hold still, breathe, and swallow when Paul groaned and shot a hot load down Kent’s mouth a few minutes later.
As Paul crumpled to the couch next to them, Kent pulled him in for a kiss, sweeping his tongue through Paul’s mouth. “Now take care of your Daddy so we can all go swimming and then take a nap.”
Sure, he had stuff to take care of, chores to do, and Paul could help him.
But he wanted to snuggle.
With both of them.
And that was something he usually didn’t want to do with anyone he fucked.
Now, he had two guys he wanted to snuggle with.
Paul eagerly leaned in and blew Tim. Kent held Tim’s face in his hands, making him look at him, wanting to watch his O-face as Kent felt Tim’s ass deliciously squeezing his cock when he fell over the edge.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to your boy, then I’m gonna breed you again.”
Sweet desperation gave way to relief and pleasure as Tim came. Kent released Tim’s face and started fucking him, managing to finish soon after, hooking an arm around Tim and Paul to keep them pressed against him, kissing each other, catching their breaths.
Tim’s eyes remained closed when he chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” Kent asked.
“I have a feeling I’m still going to have several nights of uninterrupted sleep even after I get Paul back from you on Thursday.”
Paul snorted. “True story.”
Chapter Fifteen
Late Sunday afternoon, Kent awoke to the feel of Tim and Paul cuddled close on either side of him in his bed.
Is this what contentment feels like?
On the heels of that, harsh reality smacked him in the face.
Don’t get used to it. This is for fun, not forever.
Guys like him didn’t get forever. Life and his own father and Vern had proven that. He could only count on himself.
And thinking he meant more to Paul and Tim than he did would only be setting himself up for heartache.
Best to enjoy the fun while it lasted and keep looking for the next guy to ruin.
There would always be more guys.
Now, on the eve of leaving for Miami and time alone with Paul, Kent was beginning to regret making this offer. He wasn’t sure if he was being smart about this or not. Tim had happily agreed to send Paul with him to Miami, with his full blessings to do whatever he wanted with Paul. The only caveat was Paul was only with Kent during the trip.
Which he really didn’t feel like sharing Paul with anyone but Tim, so that wasn’t a problem.
What he worried about was hoping he didn’t fubar their business relationship by taking things to such a personal level with the men.
He never spent time alone with a guy like this. An overnight here and there, yeah.
But several consecutive days of time alone? Especially mixing business with pleasure?
What the hell do I think I’m doing?
Except he couldn’t make himself not do it, either. God help him, he was looking forward to it.
To having…someone in his life he could talk to.
His parents were gone, he had his sister and brother-in-law—who lived out of state—but other than his employees, and now Tim and Paul, no one would miss him for a while if he keeled over. He worked from home a lot now, telecommuting with the office in Sarasota. Hell, it would take someone there realizing he wasn’t answering e-mails or phone calls to finally raise questions and think to come looking for him.
He had lots of business acquaintances and “respectable” social connections from his years in Rotary and the chamber of commerce, things like that.
His next-door neighbor wouldn’t come borrow a cup of sugar from him. Hell, he didn’t even know their fucking names, much less what they looked like.
I’ve spent my life isolating myself. What the hell am I doing now?
He didn’t know.
And it terrified him.
* * * *
After their nap, Paul and Tim helped Kent with the post-party clean-up. Laundry and walking the entire house, wiping down all horizontal—or even vertical—surfaces that had likely been fucked on, even with sheets covering them.
Kent had a method, which was thorough. Paul gave him credit for that. By the time they finished an hour later, all that was left was to finish the several loads of sheets, but you’d never know that less than twenty-four hours earlier an orgy had taken place there.
Kent had donned a T-shirt and shorts, and Tim had given Paul the option to get dressed or not.
He’d opted to stay naked, enjoying knowing both men liked what they saw.
When it was time for Tim to head north to Tampa, he pulled Paul into his arms to say good-bye. “Be a good boy for Kent.” He smirked. “I’d best hear a good report from him. You behave yourself, and maybe I’ll let him borrow you on a regular basis.”
Paul grinned. “Yes, Daddy. Thank you. Love you.”
“Love you, too.” After one last kiss Tim stood back.
Kent grinned. “Don’t I get a kiss?”
Paul felt his cock stir as he watched Kent pull Tim in and lay a long, sweet, sexy kiss on him that had Paul wanting to drop to his knees and worship both men’s cocks for them.
Jeez, I could get addicted to this.
When Kent finally released Tim, Paul watched as Tim stared into Kent’s eyes for a long moment. “Don’t let him wear you out. He will, if you let him.”
Kent grinned. “Challenge accepted.”
Once Tim left, Kent ditched his clothes. “I usually run around here naked,” he told Paul. “Saves me washing laundry. I kind of have a thing about getting my clothes dirty. Skin washes easy.”
“Makes sense to me. I’m usually naked at home. It’s Daddy’s rule.”
“I bet it is.” He pulled him in for a kiss. “I’ll take care of you later when we go to bed. Right now, I want to make sure I handle e-mails and stuff. I need to pace myself with you this week, and we have to get up early in the morning to leave for Miami. I want to be out the door by five. That’ll put us there by eight. With morning traffic, we’ll hit the hotel around nine and check in early. I reserved it for starting tonight with a note that we’d be checking in before ten tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to wait to check in, and our first meeting isn’t until two. I don’t like leaving shit in my car that long. It’s a business expense. I write it off. I know, I’m weird. I can afford to be.”
“But you’re the fun kind of weird,” Paul teased.
Kent grinned. “Glad you think so.”
It was an odd kind of comfortable settling in
that they did, both of them naked and working on their laptops, handling work issues as they watched TV with towels spread under them on the sofa. Kent had thought ahead and stocked pre-made pasta and salad that only took a few minutes to put together for dinner. They ate in the TV room, and Paul realized how…normal this felt.
Like being at home with Tim.
“Thanks for this,” Kent said.
Paul couldn’t decipher the expression on the other man’s face. “For what?”
“For agreeing to come with me. This is a nice change. Not being alone, but not having to be…me.”
A sudden, fragile vulnerability flashed across the other man’s face, gone almost as soon as Paul spotted it. “Any time you want company, just to hang out, you can always call us.”
Kent seemed to be making a point of not looking at him now. “You guys are probably busy with friends and stuff during the week.”
“Not really, no. We’re workaholics. Sure, sometimes we go out for dinner with friends, but it’s not like we have a packed social calendar.”
Kent glanced his way before focusing on his food again. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks. I’ll remember that.”
* * * *
If Paul had to choose between the way Kent made love to him that evening and never going to the club or another party again, he’d choose Kent in a heartbeat. This was more of the man he and Tim got to see that afternoon after Boyd left.
Sexy, eager, and not putting on a show of any kind. Even more surprising, Kent let Paul fuck him after the monster had been satisfied.
After cleaning up and returning to bed, it felt right being nestled against the older man’s side, draped over him.
“Wish Tim was here,” Kent said, almost echoing Paul’s thoughts.
“Am I too much for you already?” Paul teased.
Kent snorted. “Not quite. Not yet, anyway.” Paul noticed him rubbing his chest. “Just like spending time with both of you.” Kent nuzzled his forehead and kissed him there, a strangely tender and gentle gesture coming from the man. “Thanks for humoring me.”