Heartache Spoken Here [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations ManLove) Read online

  Brandon reached across the table and patted his hand. “Nervous?”

  Why lie about it? “Yeah.”

  “Remember, you can always safeword for anything. No expectations.”

  “Just the ones I have on myself,” he muttered.

  Jeff reached under the table and patted Stuart’s thigh. “We’ll take good care of you tonight.”

  Stuart’s cock immediately hardened at the contact. “Okay,” he managed to whisper.

  * * * *

  Jeff suspected Stuart now sported wood…which was exactly why he left his hand on Stuart’s thigh, slowly stroking him through the denim, gently squeezing.

  Teasing him.

  He caught Brandon’s amused gaze, the older man winking at him while Stuart remained head-down over the menu.

  Jeff slowly glanced down toward Stuart’s lap, then back to Brandon, lifting an eyebrow in question.

  A sexy smile spread across Brandon’s face as he tipped his head in a nod of permission.

  Yes!

  Jeff’s hand came to rest at the juncture of Stuart’s upper thigh and hip, where he paused for a moment. Then he slowly let his hand drift inward, over Stuart’s bulge.

  And yes, he had a definite bulge there now.

  He left his hand resting there, waiting.

  Brandon clasped his hands in front of him on the table. “Stuart,” he softly said.

  Stuart finally looked at him.

  “How are you doing?”

  When Stuart licked his lips, it took every ounce of willpower Jeff had not to lean in and kiss him, suck them, nibble on them.

  “I-I’m okay, Sir.”

  “Just okay?”

  “Horny,” he whispered.

  Brandon unclasped his hands and playfully balanced his chin on one palm, elbow now resting on the table. “Why would that be, I wonder?”

  An adorable pink color filled his cheeks. “Because of Jeff’s hand, Sir.”

  Jeff lightly squeezed and felt Stuart jump.

  Brandon’s gaze focused on him. “He hard?”

  “Ooooh boy, is he.”

  “Excellent. Don’t make him cream his jeans.” Brandon sat back. “He has to wait until we’re alone for his reward.”

  Stuart wasn’t the only one hard. Jeff knew if Brandon was this playful this soon, while they were still in the get-to-know-you phase of their relationship, he could expect the Dom to ratchet things up stratospherically as their time together continued and he got to know the two of them better.

  Dove deeper inside their heads.

  He loved it.

  Jeff could already tell, just in the short amount of time he’d known Brandon, that the man wasn’t simply about sex. He liked to play with someone, mentally as well as physically.

  It was too easy for Jeff to get bored with a guy who was all about the physical without backing it up with the mental and emotional aspects of BDSM. He needed a three-dimensional guy, not just someone getting his rocks off.

  Sure, normally he was monogamous, except there was something different about this. Coming together at the same time, on equal relationship footing, it didn’t feel…weird.

  It felt good.

  * * * *

  Brandon had fun watching the two of them during dinner. It took Stuart a little while to loosen up and realize that, the way the booth was positioned, no one could see what was going on except Brandon. Once Stuart did loosen up, he started reaching over and teasing Jeff.

  Made even more fun when Brandon ordered Jeff to leave his hands on the table and let Stuart explore.

  He had a feeling the two of them were close to ripping each other’s clothes off before they were even through the entree.

  Brandon had another reason for this—he wanted them involved with each other, liking each other, able to play with each other. Hopefully, that would forestall any jealousy on either man’s part.

  Once they’d paid the bill and were out the door, Jeff and Stuart walked Brandon over to his car. He pulled Jeff in first for a kiss, then Stuart. “Are we still going back to your place?” he asked Jeff.

  Jeff nodded. “Yes, Sir.” He stared down at Stuart. “As long as he’s still willing.”

  Stuart eagerly nodded. “Yes, Sir!”

  “Okay, then. See you there.” Brandon waited to make sure the other two men made it safely out of the parking lot to follow them.

  In his trunk sat his toybag, including the bottle of lube and plenty of condoms he’d purchased for tonight. Sure they were all tested and neg, but condoms also made clean-up easier in some ways.

  Jeff and Stuart only lived fifteen minutes from the restaurant. Wasn’t the greatest neighborhood, but it wasn’t the worst.

  After Brandon retrieved his bag from the trunk, he found Jeff and Stuart had waited for him on the front porch.

  “Sorry, guys. Didn’t mean you had to stand out here.”

  “It’s okay, Sir,” Jeff said. “We wanted to wait for you.”

  “Well, then good boy. Both of you.”

  He loved the smiles on their faces.

  Inside, Jeff put on a cable music channel, soft rock, and Brandon had Stuart sit on the couch between him and Jeff.

  Leaning in close, he stared into Stuart’s eyes. “How you doing?”

  “Nervous.”

  “Nervous is normal. Seriously, if you want to stop anything, at any time, just say red. I’d prefer you say red than let us go too far and break your trust.”

  * * * *

  “I want this,” Stuart said.

  Frankly, there wasn’t much else he’d ever wanted more in his life than to turn himself over to these two men.

  Jeff’s hand rested on Stuart’s thigh. “You are in for a treat,” Jeff said, smiling down into his face.

  Brandon leaned in and kissed him. Slow and sweet, it felt delicious and decadent, like the man was savoring him, taking his time.

  And it felt…

  Heavenly.

  Stuart’s hand crept up to the back of Brandon’s neck, cupping him, trying to hold on and never let go. Brandon leaned in, forcing Stuart to tip his head against the couch and relinquish any and all control over the kiss.

  Fine with him. He wanted to give himself over to their more experienced hands, let them take him out of his head.

  Let him forget his own stupidity and make him feel…wanted.

  Desired.

  I need help.

  Was he so eager for validation and attention that he might be making a mistake?

  He didn’t think so.

  At least, he hoped not. Brandon and Jeff seemed like nice guys, guys who were vouched for by several others.

  He wouldn’t let something stupid like “Albert Durkin” ever happen again, that was for sure.

  Totally his own fault for being suckered in. Too many obvious red flags he’d overlooked in the process of finding a job and moving down here.

  In retrospect, he could see it all, the entire deception. The good thing was that he hadn’t held any romantic hopes. Not seriously.

  Thank god I didn’t send “him” any money.

  That would have truly been adding insult to injury.

  Jeff’s hand slipped between Stuart’s legs, palming his bulge through his jeans and gently squeezing. “I can’t want to get in here and see what you’ve got.”

  Brandon tsked. “Not yet. I want his first night with us to be memorable in the good way. We’ve got plenty of time to build this up slow. No need to rush.”

  Brandon reached over, grabbed the back of Jeff’s head, and pulled him in for a kiss. Then he turned Jeff’s head and had him lock lips with Stuart.

  They were both great kissers, just different techniques. At least Stuart knew it’d never get old with them, as long as he was with them.

  This still felt too good to be true in some ways. When would the other shoe drop? When would some horrible secret creep out of a previously locked closet?

  When would his parents and the rest of his family find out?
<
br />   * * * *

  Brandon didn’t want to rush this. Stuart got only one first time with a guy.

  Guys.

  Being a realistic romantic, he knew there was a good chance the three of them might not be together long-term. He refused to be an asshole, to be a bad memory Stuart carried with him for life, especially after the catfishing fiasco.

  As he and Jeff took turns kissing Stuart, they both snuggled in close, Brandon’s hand settling on the front of Stuart’s bulge and gently squeezing on occasion.

  Yep, rock-hard, and nothing to be ashamed of, from the feel of it.

  Stuart responded by trying to rock his hips forward every time Brandon did that. Finally, Brandon grabbed Stuart’s hand and placed it over his own bulge, stifling his own moan with another kiss as Stuart tentatively squeezed him.

  “Yeah, baby,” Brandon hoarsely urged. “Just like that.”

  Jeff followed suit, until Stuart was driving both of them insane.

  Brandon stopped kissing Stuart and pulled Jeff in for a long, deep kiss. “I want to watch the two of you dancing together. Slow dancing,” Brandon clarified.

  Jeff stood, reaching out for Stuart’s hand and pulling him to his feet with a playful smile on his face.

  “Glad it’s a slow dance,” Jeff said, “because other than a lap dance, that’s the only kind I can do.”

  “We can try lap dancing later,” Brandon said, the image of Jeff impaled on his cock on that couch now delightfully seared in his mind. “Right now, I want to watch you two together.”

  Yes, maybe this was the easy solution to a potential problem. If he was ever too exhausted to take care of them, he could simply order them to do each other and have fun watching.

  Tonight, he’d get to participate, but he did want to watch first.

  They looked damn sexy together.

  Brandon leaned back where he sat on the sofa and adjusted his package through his jeans. His cock throbbed, aching, wanting to feel a mouth or an ass gripping it, sliding up and down the length of his shaft.

  Before the end of the night, he would blow a nut at least once, hopefully a second time.

  “Kiss him, Jeff,” Brandon hoarsely ordered.

  Jeff slow-danced with Stuart, swaying in time to the sound of Chicago playing on the stereo. Jeff had three inches in height on Stuart and had taken charge. He sucked the younger man’s lower lip, one hand cupping the back of Stuart’s neck, the other his ass.

  Stuart held on to Jeff’s waist, eyes closed, face upturned and eagerly returning Jeff’s kisses. Totally into it.

  Decisions, decisions.

  After a few more minutes of this, Brandon stood and joined them, pressed against Stuart’s back where he ground his hips against Stuart’s ass.

  He nibbled on the side of Stuart’s neck. “Feel that, buddy? That will be inside you before the end of the night.”

  Stuart rocked his ass against Brandon. “Yes, Sir!”

  Brandon met Jeff’s hazel gaze. “Bedroom?”

  Jeff leaned in for a kiss. “Thought you’d never ask, Sir.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Jeff led the way to his bedroom, glancing around when he switched on the light to make sure he hadn’t forgotten to tidy up. The light switch actually turned on the floor lamp in the corner, not the overhead light in the ceiling fan.

  That gave them the perfect amount of light without it being…glaring.

  Brandon set his bag on the floor. Jeff’s cock throbbed as he stared at Brandon’s ass when the man bent over to unzip the bag and started rummaging through it.

  This is really happening!

  Of course he’d fantasized about something like this, a threesome. Never thought he’d realistically be able to engage in it, though. This required emotional attachment for him. He couldn’t just jump into a gang-bang with strangers or people he barely knew.

  He couldn’t randomly bounce into any sexual encounter like that. Nothing against guys who could, but he needed to know and trust a person first.

  To find not only one, but two guys he trusted and was willing to become vulnerable to?

  He hoped it was a good sign.

  Brandon produced lube, gloves, and condoms, and a set of leather cuffs and matching collar.

  “I only have the one set,” Brandon said to Jeff. “Mind if he gets to wear them tonight?”

  “I don’t mind, Sir.”

  Brandon’s smile would have lit the room. “Good boy.” He leaned in and kissed Jeff, taking his time and exploring with his tongue as he did. “You’ll get rewarded for that generosity in a little while.”

  Now Jeff’s cock throbbed, hard and aching and wanting relief. “Thank you, Sir.”

  Brandon laid the cuffs and collar on the bed and turned Stuart so his back was to Jeff. “Any questions or last-minute limits you want to discuss?”

  “No, Sir. I still want this.”

  Brandon stepped in close, pressing Stuart against Jeff. “Tonight, we’re going to fuck you and teach you how to properly worship a cock.” He smiled. “Probably at the same time, depending on how things work out. We’ll use condoms for sex, but your choice whether or not you want us bare for oral.”

  “Bare, Sir. Please. If I can’t trust your test results, I shouldn’t even be here in the first place.”

  “Good boy.” Brandon palmed Stuart’s cheek. “First thing we have to do is get you out of those clothes. Jeff, reach around and help him with that, please.”

  “My pleasure, Sir.” He pulled Stuart’s body against his, deliberately rolling his hips against Stuart’s ass before feeling around for the buttons on his shirt and slowly opening it.

  * * * *

  Between the sexy way Brandon was kissing him, and the sensation of Jeff’s hands roaming across his body, Stuart felt close to being overwhelmed in good ways. He eagerly kissed Brandon back, taking everything the man wanted to give him.

  Before long, he stood there naked before the two of them as they kissed up and down his body. When Stuart tried to reach for his cock to stroke it, Brandon caught his hand.

  “I didn’t give you permission to do that.”

  “Please, Sir. I’m really horny.”

  In fact, he couldn’t remember feeling this horny before.

  Ever.

  Brandon buckled the cuffs and collar on Stuart before turning him and backing him against the bed, laying him down on it.

  “Stay,” he said, reaching in and giving Stuart’s cock a quick squeeze before he straightened. “And don’t touch yourself.”

  Then Brandon focused on Jeff for a moment, pulling him in for a fierce, crushing kiss that left Stuart panting in its wake. “Get naked,” Brandon gasped when he finally released Jeff. “Now.”

  Jeff playfully smiled. “Yes, Sir.”

  In a moment, they were both naked and joining Stuart on the bed, stretched out on either side of him. Even the feel of their warm flesh surrounding him nearly sent his senses into overload. Brandon and Jeff used a piece of rope and a snap clip to fasten Stuart’s wrist cuffs to the headboard.

  Brandon took the lead. “Never had a guy give you a blow job, huh?”

  “No, Sir. Well, not a girl, either. Only girl I slept with gave me a hand job once. She didn’t want to do a blow job.”

  “Oh, well, let’s check that one off the bucket list now, shall we?” Brandon climbed between Stuart’s thighs and spread them wide. “Keep your eyes open and watch me, boy.”

  Stuart did, all while Jeff’s hands explored Stuart’s body, playing with his nipples and stroking his flesh.

  Brandon’s breath blew across the head of his cock, warm, teasing. Never breaking eye contact with Stuart, Brandon slowly licked a circle around the head before taking it between his lips.

  The air in the room felt thin. It was that, or the pleasure coming from that man’s mouth was short-circuiting his lungs’ ability to take in oxygen.

  He was.

  That.

  Good.

  Then again, he didn�
��t know how good Brandon was compared to others, since he didn’t have a large pool of previous experience from which to judge. Stuart still maintained it felt great to him and went with that evaluation.

  Meanwhile, he couldn’t have looked away even if he’d wanted to or the order hadn’t been in place. It was fascinating to watch his cock disappearing into the man’s mouth and feel pleasure taking its place.

  “Me next,” Jeff whispered in Stuart’s ear. “I can’t wait to go down on you.” He tweaked Stuart’s left nipple. “Or wait to show you how to go down on me.”

  Brandon wrapped his fingers around the base of Stuart’s cock, pressing against the underside as he worked his mouth up and down his shaft. Stuart wished he had Jeff’s cock in his mouth right then, to try to replicate the sexy things being done to him by Brandon.

  Jeff’s lips nibbled at Stuart’s left earlobe. “I can’t wait for Sir to start training me to get DP’d. To feel both your cocks in me at the same time. That’s going to be amazing.”

  Honestly, while it wasn’t something Stuart felt ready to tackle yet as a catcher, he was intrigued by it. Depending on how Jeff did, he might let Brandon take him down that path, too.

  For now, he’d like to make it through this blow job without embarrassing himself by going off prematurely.

  There was something so incredibly sexy in the way Brandon deep-throated him, long-stroking him up to the head, swirling his tongue around before doing it again.

  And again.

  Way better than porn.

  Being helpless added another dimension to the sexy situation. Gentle suction from Brandon’s mouth sent ripples of pleasure through Stuart’s body, from his cock all the way to his hair.

  He was damned good. Better than anything Stuart had ever imagined possible.

  Stuart watched as Brandon never released his cock from his mouth. He pulled on a glove, added lube, and started working one finger into Stuart’s ass.

  “One finger is easy,” Jeff whispered. “Be a good boy for Sir and take it. You know you want him to claim your ass, and I can’t wait to fuck you after he does.”