Chapter Twenty Eight
Luke was the first one home after having spent the better part of the afternoon with Xander going over the last few details before the soft opening of the club tomorrow night. They were ready. More than ready, actually.
Because of the changes they’d made, some of them significant, some not, Luke knew his new club was a fitting tribute to the old club that they were officially letting go of. At least the fetish piece of it.
Before he did anything else, he called and ordered dinner to be delivered, grateful for the services that would deliver practically anything from any restaurant right to the front door. Since he knew tonight wasn’t the sort of night that should be celebrated with pizza and beer – well, without the pizza anyway – he knew he had to come up with something.
A few minutes after he hung up the phone, Sierra walked in, a smile spread across her face.
“What are you grinning about?”
“No reason,” she laughed as she walked into his arms, wrapping hers around his waist as she looked up at him. “Have I told you how much I love you lately?”
“No, in fact, I don’t think you have,” he joked, pressing his lips to the top of her head.
“Well, then, I guess you’ll have to wait a little longer until I tell you again.” Sierra stepped away from him, and Luke smacked her on the ass as she turned.
“What’s in the bag?”
“None of your business,” she answered slyly as she moved just out of his reach and disappeared into the other room. “Don’t you dare come into the bedroom until I tell you that it’s ok,” she hollered as she headed toward the master bedroom at the back of the house.
Grabbing a beer out of the refrigerator, Luke hoped it would help to calm his nerves. Or maybe just curb his excitement. He had been waiting for tonight for what seemed like forever, although it had only been a week since Cole mentioned his mother was coming into town. It had given him plenty of time to work himself up about the prospect of what would happen. Giving up total control, or even the prospect of it, was much more difficult than he expected that it would be.
Twenty minutes later there was a knock at the front door, and Luke went to answer, knowing it was the food and wondering where Cole was. He should’ve been there by now. Signing the receipt and adding a generous tip, Luke took the paper bags and went to work in the kitchen, getting everything set up.
By the time he was finished, Cole was strolling in the door with a grin on his face.
“What’s with everyone smiling today?” Luke asked, trying to add some of his usual irritation to his voice, but failing miserably. Although he was nervous, he wasn’t sure anything was going to spoil this night for the three of them.
“I know you didn’t cook this,” Cole said as he headed right for the fridge, grabbing a beer and then turning to face him. “Where’s Sierra?”
“In the bedroom. She threatened bodily harm if either of us go in there. Ok, maybe not you, but she told me to stay out and if I can’t see her naked, you can’t see her naked.” Luke put the last plate on the kitchen table and pulled out a bottle of wine for Sierra.
“Don’t you dare come in here!” Sierra yelled from the master bedroom and Cole turned to look at Luke, both of them grinning from ear to ear. This ought to be good.
“We won’t come in, but you have to come out here and eat first. Then we’ll play,” Cole yelled back.
Long minutes later, Sierra joined them in the kitchen, looking exactly the same as she had when she went in half an hour ago. Luke had no clue what she was doing, but he had to admit that he was a little disappointed that she wasn’t naked when she joined them. Not that they would have made it through dinner if she was, but he still liked the image the thought planted in his brain.
“What are you doing in there?” Cole asked when the three of them were seated.
Luke didn’t hesitate before starting to eat. He figured the sooner he started, the sooner he’d finish which meant Sierra would be naked that much faster.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Sierra said with a wickedly sexy smile.
“I really would,” Cole answered with a laugh, although Luke had to give him credit, he was trying to keep a straight face.
“Soon enough,” Sierra turned her attention to her food, but Luke could tell they weren’t going to make it far. She was pushing her steak around on her plate more than she was eating, and he wanted to pull him right into his lap and devour her whole. Screw dinner, she was more than enough for him.
Granted, he had forced her to restrain from sex for the last week, but he knew she wasn’t the only one who was suffering because his dick was already getting antsy. As much as he wanted to, Luke didn’t think he was going to be the stoic one tonight.
~~*~~
Fifteen minutes later, Cole was ready to jump Sierra right there at the kitchen table. Just the way she was acting, seemingly nervous and a tad bit coy made him want her more than normal, which was saying a lot. Figuring he was going to have to make the first move because Luke looked as though he were trying to outlast them both, probably on purpose, Cole pushed his plate away.
“Ok, baby, when do we get our surprise?” Cole asked, turning his attention to Sierra as he sat back in his chair, taking a long pull on his beer.
“I need ten more minutes,” she said, giddy as a kid on Christmas morning.
“Ten minutes, that’s all you get,” Luke said gruffly, leaning back with one arm resting on the table, the other slung behind the chair back. Cole admired Luke for a minute, noticing how incredibly sexy he looked when he wasn’t as stressed. In the last few weeks, even with all of the changes they’d made, some rather significant such as the club, he seemed more at ease.
“What the hell is she doing in there?” Luke asked with his usual grumble in his voice.
Ok, so much for him being less stressed.
“Hell if I know. I’m pretty sure she’s making us wait on purpose.”
“More than likely,” Luke smiled, probably thinking he looked cool and collected, but Cole could see the tension in his jaw. He began subtly stroking his dick through his jeans. Even seeing that much was driving Cole out of his mind, so he forced himself to his feet and started for the living room.
“Want to go find out?” Cole asked, stopping in the doorway and pacing back into the kitchen. He had no idea where he was going. It wasn’t like he wanted to ruin Sierra’s surprise, but in his experience, Luke wasn’t going to last much longer. Patience was not one of his strong points.
“I can think of something that would help to take the edge off,” Luke informed him gruffly, and Cole remained right where he was, facing Luke and doing his best not to glance down to ogle the way Luke continued to rub himself.
“Are you asking or telling?”
Luke’s sexy smirk made Cole’s dick stir. He waited, wanting to hear which direction this was going to go. As far as Cole was concerned, Luke was going to give in tonight. He was just either going to do this the easy way or the hard way. Cole didn’t care which it was. He was prepared to give and take tonight, whatever it took.
“Come here,” Luke insisted, not an ounce of request in his tone.
Cole didn’t move a muscle. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared back at Luke, waiting patiently for whatever the man could come up with next. He made sure there wasn’t any emotion showing on his face, but inside, his blood was quickly coming to a full boil, his lust sparking like a downed electrical wire.
When Luke stood to his full height, Cole spread his legs, ensuring he could maintain his defensive stance once Luke pressed against him, which he knew was going to happen any minute now.
Just as he predicted, Luke was standing a breath away, his intense hazel eyes churning with the same heat coursing through every muscle, every fiber, every molecule within Cole.
For a solid week, Cole had dreamed about this night. He’d come up with a million scenarios on how it would play out and not for a second did he doubt that Luke was going to exert his dominance initially. Cole didn’t have a problem with it.
Luke’s eyes darted from his eyes down to his lips, and Cole fought the urge to move forward. He wanted to taste him, to inhale the hunger that he knew was brewing deep in Luke’s chest, pushing him to want things he’d probably never thought he’d want.
Tonight he would want them.
Cole would make sure of it.
“I want to see your lips wrapped around my cock,” Luke grumbled, his voice husky with need. “Remember how you fucked my mouth? Driving your cock deep in my throat?”
Cole remembered, and his cock went instantly hard at the reminder. Again, he didn’t say a word, just kept his eyes fixed on Luke’s.
“I’ve thought of little else since that day,” Luke continued. “Only I was fucking your mouth, hard and fast while you sucked me dry.”
Cole fought the urge to lick his lips.
“Put your hands down at your sides,” Luke instructed.
Cole let his arms slowly slide down by his sides. He fought the urge to take control of the situation. He was certain that he could quickly turn the tables, and Luke would be the one taking instructions. The sparkle in Luke’s eyes was evidence of how easy it would be, but Cole wanted to make this last.
“Unbutton my jeans.”
Slowly, Cole reached for the waistband of Luke’s jeans, quickly pulling the small disc free and then dropping his arms back to his sides.
“Do you know how fucking hot you make me?” Luke asked, and Cole was momentarily thrown off course. He expected another command, not a question.
“I think about you all the time. Think about what it feels like when I slide my cock deep in your ass, fucking you while you’re buried deep in Sierra’s sweet pussy. It makes my cock fucking hard.”
While he talked, Cole noticed that Luke was unzipping his own jeans, pulling his cock free. With more restraint than he thought possible, he kept his eyes locked with Luke’s, refusing to look down and watch. Damn it, he wanted to watch. He wanted to see Luke stroke his massive erection, wanted to see the small bead of moisture that would form on the tip. Hell, he wanted to do just as Luke described and take his cock deep in his throat, letting him fuck his mouth until he lost control.
“I sit in my office and think about what you look like on your knees, my dick buried in your mouth.” Luke brushed his thumb over Cole’s bottom lip, pushing the very tip in past his teeth and Cole lost the battle with himself. Sucking Luke’s thumb hard, he pulled it fully into his mouth until Luke hissed.
“But you know what I think about most?”
Cole had no idea, but if Luke kept this verbal foreplay up much longer, he was going to rip his clothes from his body and fuck him with or without permission.
Luke leaned in close, pulling his thumb from Cole’s mouth. “I think about what it’ll feel like when you fuck me. I want to feel you inside of me, Cole. I want you to fuck me until I can’t take it anymore and then I want you to come in my ass.”
Cole’s entire body began vibrating with the need that took over.
“Is that what you want? Do you want me to give up control to you? Do you want to top me, Cole?”
He didn’t need to contemplate the answer to Luke’s question. There was only one, and he couldn’t hold back the word. “Yes.”
The next thing Cole knew, Luke was kissing him, his tongue thrusting forcefully into his mouth as their arms reached around the other, hands sliding into hair, pulling each other closer as though they would run if there wasn’t something there to hold them together. Pressing his denim covered cock against Luke’s thick erection, Cole suddenly wished he was naked.
Wished they both were.
The sound of the bedroom door opening, then closing again had both of them pausing, although neither of them let go. If Cole knew anything, he knew Sierra enjoyed watching them. Without looking at her, he knew she was probably biting her plump lower lip, hope that they would continue blooming inside of her.
As much as Cole wanted to continue this, the night was young, and they had all the time in the world. Tonight would be about stamina and distance, not speed.
“Starting without me?” Sierra asked as she slid up alongside them, her arms wrapping around them both.
“Just warming up,” Luke growled, releasing Cole’s hair from his grip as he turned to pull Sierra up against them.
“I have another way to warm you up,” Sierra added. When her hand slid into his hair, Cole turned his head to face her, witnessing the wanton woman being unleashed.
“Now you’re talking,” he told her, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. “Lead the way.”
“Come with me,” she motioned with her hands and they followed instinctively. Shit, she wasn’t going to have to tell them twice.
Cole fell into step behind her as she made her way to the back porch and his dick continued its incessant throbbing. They hadn’t yet christened this patio, or the pool for that matter, and he suddenly had the desire to do exactly that. He didn’t give a damn how cold the water was.
Sierra moved around to the hot tub, and Cole realized she must’ve planned ahead because the jets were on and there was steam coming up from the water.
“Strip,” Sierra demanded, causing Cole’s body to harden, his hands to fist at his sides to keep from grabbing her. Since when did she garner control?
“Is that an order?” Luke asked, bemused.
“Yes.” She sounded fairly confident, and Cole wasn’t about to question her further. He made quick work of removing his shirt, but he didn’t do any more. If she was going for the control position, he was going to make her work for it.
“What are you waiting for?” Sierra asked, appearing confused.
“While we’re getting naked, what are you gonna be doing?” Cole inquired.
“Hmmm, what would you like me to be doing?” she asked sweetly, glancing back and forth between the two of them. Cole watched as she raked her eyes up and down both of them, one after the other.
“Gettin’ naked,” Luke growled.
“You want me naked too?”
So she was going to play the innocent act tonight, was she?
Cole took the decision out of her hands when he moved closer, easing between her spread thighs as she sat on the half wall that surrounded the hot tub and pool. He could see Luke in his peripheral vision, and he realized the man wasn’t going to waste time. He was now totally naked and moving into the hot tub.
Their eyes met as Luke came to stand behind Sierra with the bubbling water up to his thighs, his cock standing tall and proud, making Cole’s mouth water. He wanted to taste him.
“Naked,” Luke demanded, sounding significantly more dominant than Sierra had, and Cole took a step back, toeing off his shoes and then his jeans, leaving him just as naked with his cock jutting up from his body eagerly anticipating one of them. Or both of them. On a normal day, he might just push his luck. Today wasn’t normal. And he was pretty damned certain his cock couldn’t get much harder.
Cole resumed his position between Sierra’s thighs and his breath lodged in his chest when she brushed her soft hands over the swollen head of his dick lightly, as though she were doing it absently. The gleam in her ice blue eyes said otherwise.
From behind, Luke lifted her t-shirt and tossed it on the pool deck alongside the rest of their clothes. Clad in her bra and a pair of leggings, Sierra was sexy as fucking hell, but Cole wanted to see the rest of her.
He didn’t have to work too hard because Luke effortlessly unhooked her bra, pulling the straps down her arms and then tossing it to the side as well, freeing her breasts to the crisp evening air. He wasn’t sure whether it was the breeze or lust that made her dusky pink nipples pucker, nor did he care.
“Pretty,” Cole mumbled as he leaned down and sucked a pebbled tip into his mouth without preamble. If she was going to tease him with her fingers, he was going to offer his own form of payback.
“Cole.” His name came from her lips in a breathless moan, and Cole smiled to himself. He laved one nipple, then moved to the other before Luke was repositioning her so that she was lying back in his arms, her upper half being supported by Luke while her hair was immersed in the water.
She didn’t question them, although Cole knew the position was rather awkward. Her trust in them was humbling. Moving slowly, Cole helped her out of her leggings and her panties before he slipped into the hot tub, lifting her until her entire body was in the tub. Sierra was laying in the water, her body supported by both of them, her eyes closed while her generous breasts hovered just above water level offering a stimulating visual treat.
When Luke leaned forward to take one soft, pebbled nipple into his mouth, Cole did the same and Sierra gasped, her fingers slowly twining in his hair, holding him close to her chest as they both feasted on her. Gentle wasn’t in his current repertoire of skills because he was so fucking hard, he could barely think straight. He sucked and nipped at the puckered tip, making Sierra moan as he slid his hand down between her thighs, his finger caressing the smooth, hairless lips of her pussy. God, he loved that she kept herself bare down there.
Sierra bucked her hips, trying to force his fingers inside of her and Cole smiled against her skin.
“In a hurry?” Luke asked, releasing her breast from his mouth with a pop.
“Yes, damn you,” she groaned.
“I’m thinking you’ve earned a little teasing after what you put us through since you got home,” Luke offered, his hand laying flat against her belly while Cole continued to finger her clit. “And you should know better than to try and rush me,” Luke scolded her gently. “It only makes me want to draw it out more.”
“Ugghh!” Sierra tried to pull away, but Cole took the weight of her body in his arms while Luke lowered himself to one of the lounging seats. Using the buoyancy of the water, they turned Sierra so that her head was beside Cole’s face, her shoulders pushing against his clavicle as Luke lifted her legs and placed them over his shoulders, her heels resting on the ledge around the hot tub.
“I want to hear you scream when you come, Sierra.” Luke didn’t wait for a response as he lowered his mouth to Sierra’s pussy while Cole looked on.
Her body hovered just on top of the water, Luke’s face buried between her soft, supple thighs as he feasted on her slowly, intently. As she squirmed, using her leverage against the edge behind Luke to thrust her hips to meet every thrust of his tongue, Cole held her upper body, wrapping his arms around her.
“Luke!” One syllable turned into several as Sierra drew out his name.
Wanting to push her past the point of no return, Cole brushed his lips against her ear, then nipping the lobe firmly and whispered loud enough for her to hear him over the hot tub jets. “It’s so fucking hot to watch the way you writhe when Luke’s eating your pussy.”
Another moan from Sierra, only this time, she turned her head closer to Cole’s, and he couldn’t resist adjusting the angle so that he could kiss her. She devoured his mouth as he ate at her lips, trying, yet failing to reach the pinnacle as Luke continued to lap at the sweetness between her thighs.
“Oh, God!” Sierra screamed, breaking the kiss and Cole noticed Luke had added his fingers to the mix as he continued to use his tongue to torture her, his gaze traveling up her body and resting on Cole’s eyes. Had they been anywhere else, Cole would’ve joined Luke, lapping Sierra’s pussy right along with him. He found that she loved the hell out of it when they ate her at the same time.
Sierra began to moan in earnest and Cole knew she was close, he just didn’t know whether Luke was going to let her take the edge off yet or not.
“That’s it, baby,” Cole encouraged her. “Fuck his fingers. Come for us, Sierra.” Cole helped her along by wrapping his arms around her and pinching and tweaking her nipples as Luke watched on. “So fucking pretty,” he crooned in her ear and she cried out. “Make her come, Luke. I want to watch her come in your mouth.”
Apparently his words did it because Sierra’s scream rent the night air as her body stilled, her smooth, graceful muscles tensing and flexing. God she was so fucking pretty when her orgasm consumed her. So damn pretty, he wanted to watch Luke do it again.
So Cole suggested as much.
~~*~~
An hour later, Luke’s balls were damn near ready to explode. Not only was he sporting an erection that could easily rival a steel pipe, he was so damn ready to come he could barely see straight. After he and Cole managed to get Sierra off several times, she insisted on ruthlessly teasing them, but never letting them come which wouldn’t have bothered him so much, except it was beginning to get a little painful.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Sierra told them when they walked in the back door.
“A shower?” Was she fucking kidding? Was she torturing him on purpose?
“Yes. Want to join me?” she asked coyly, her sexy little ass swaying back and forth as she walked toward the master bedroom. Completely and deliciously naked.
“Fuck yes,” he growled, glancing over at Cole who was already in motion. Apparently Cole wasn’t much for waiting either.
The shower was large enough to afford them plenty of space and Luke found himself crushed between Sierra’s softness and Cole’s hardness, the difference between their skin textures driving him insane. He no longer had to wonder what Sierra had come to the bedroom to do because the second he walked through the door, he felt as though he’d been transported to another realm.
Candles in various shapes and sizes lined every available surface, their tips glowing and dancing, bouncing off of the mirrors and dousing the room in a soft, mellow glow. Music streamed from who knew where, a sexy, jazzy tune that didn’t help Luke’s heightened state in the least.
It was painfully clear that Sierra was more intent on the buildup than she was to getting to the finish line and Luke fought to keep himself from begging them to move this along. The smell of jasmine and vanilla spiced the air as Sierra poured a handful of body wash into her hands before slowly gliding her fingers over his chest while Cole stood behind him, his arms weaving around his lower body, his rough, wet hands stroking his cock slowly.
Within minutes, Luke was ready to beg them to finish him off, which they obviously had no intention of doing. The torturous way they played him, using hands and lips and teeth had put him on edge, damn near to the point of pain. It was both exquisite and downright agonizing.
By the time they were finished with the most sensual shower he’d ever experienced, Luke wasn’t sure he was going to make it much longer without taking matters into his own hands. Literally.
Not only had they teased him with their hands, they’d tortured him as they did the same to one another, forcing Luke to watch as Cole washed his own body, taking extra care to stroke his soapy cock longer than Luke knew was necessary. It was almost like the two of them were working together to drive him insane.
Cocking his head to the side, Luke studied them for a second. Was that what they were doing? Were they ganging up on him?
“Hold up,” he barked, stopping Sierra in her tracks as she leisurely dried herself off.
Her little eyebrow darted up, and Luke knew the answer before he even asked the question. They were holding back. They were getting him all worked up and holding back on him, probably because they thought he was going to freak out. Or worse. Run.
Cole stood to his full height, his deliciously tanned skin glistening from the remaining water droplets, staring at him as though he were about to burst into song and no one would know what to do with him.
Enough was enough.
Gripping his cock firmly, Luke began stroking himself as he stared at Cole. “Come here.”
Cole hesitated a fraction of a second before taking slow, measured steps toward him until he was standing within inches.
“On your fucking knees,” Luke growled, glaring at Cole. That aggression that he’d suppressed for so long was rearing its ugly head, and by God, Cole was going to be his outlet. He’d refrained from this for far too long and ever since the day Cole had tied him to the bed, he’d been dreaming about what would happen when they both unleashed their pent up tension. There were going to be fireworks unlike anything they’d ever known.
The only muscle in Cole’s body that moved was the one in his jaw that flexed as he stood absolutely still. He was just as worked up, yet he’d been holding back.
Luke took a step forward, closing the gap as Sierra moved around to stand behind him. “Remember what I told you earlier?”
Cole looked like a statue, the only thing giving him away was the way his eyebrows cocked as though he were trying to think about which part Luke was referring to.
“I asked you if you wanted to top me,” Luke reminded him. “Is that still the case?”
“More than anything,” Cole said with an answering growl.
Luke leaned in close, reveling in the feel of Sierra’s soft, smooth hands flowing over the muscles in his back. “Then. Fucking. Do. It.”
As though a switch had been flipped, Cole’s hand snaked out, sliding into Luke’s hair, and he pulled his head down hard. Their mouths crashed together, and Cole never loosened his grip, but Luke fought the urge to grab him. He would prove to them both that he could hand over the control he held close to his chest at all times. Maybe not to just anyone, but Luke would willingly give them exactly what they wanted. If they wanted to own his pleasure, then he would give them the opportunity.
Ragged breaths filled the air as the kiss consumed them both, Cole’s body rigid and ungiving as he owned Luke’s every desire from that moment onward.
When Cole pulled away, their eyes met once more, turbulent desire reflecting back from the midnight blue orbs. Luke bit his tongue, doing his level best not to demand what his body was so desperately in need of.
“On your fucking knees,” Cole growled low and intent and a spark of lust the likes of which Luke had never known speared him. Cole’s firm grip in his hair held tight as he used the unleashed power in his arms to force Luke down to his knees.
Sierra’s sharp inhale had Cole glancing over at her, but Luke didn’t turn. He couldn’t. He was fucking mesmerized by the demand in Cole’s voice, the need in his grip. Never would he have thought he’d give in to this. Hell, he never expected to want it, but he wanted to hand over the reins for a little while. As long as Cole wanted to take them, he’d willingly let go.
“On the bed,” Cole instructed Sierra as he stood stone still with Luke now kneeling in front of him.
Luke felt rather than saw Sierra as she stepped away slowly, climbing up on the oversized bed.
“I want to watch you play with your pretty little pussy while Luke sucks my dick,” Cole added, and another sharp pang of intense desire raced through Luke’s veins.
Damn, where the hell has this Cole been? This was an entirely different side of a man he thought he knew so well. A side he could quickly get used to.
Cole’s fist tightened in his hair and another bolt of pleasure/pain ricocheted through him, making his dick harder than steel and begging for attention.
“I want to see your lips wrapped around my cock. I’m gonna watch you suck my dick, but I’m not gonna come in your mouth.”
Luke tried to nod, unsure when he’d fully relinquished control, but it was gone. All of it. He was as submissive as he’d ever been and eager to please this man. His lover.
The smooth head of Cole’s cock brushed against his lips and Luke opened instinctively, his eyes locked with Cole’s as he slid his tongue over the satiny tip. A bead of moisture clung to the tip and Luke lapped it up before reaching for Cole’s shaft with one hand.
“No hands,” Cole barked. “I want your mouth. Only your mouth.”
Luke barely restrained the growl that rumbled in his chest. Cole owned him, every part of him, and he suddenly wanted everything he could give him. Memories of the time Cole had tied him up assaulted him and Luke suddenly wanted to be on the bed, flat on his back with Cole’s impressive body pressing him into the mattress. He wanted to witness his strength, to feel the delicious weight of his body, to look into his eyes as the man took him to places he’d never imagined he’d go.
Dropping his hand, Luke used his lips, teeth and tongue to pleasure Cole as they settled for an intimate stare off.
“I love watching my dick slide in and out of your lips. The heat of your mouth consuming me,” Cole mumbled.
He broke eye contact with him to look up at Sierra, and although Luke couldn’t see her, he could imagine what she looked like. Her long, black hair spread out around her as she propped herself on a pillow, her fingers teasing her clit. Watching her bring herself pleasure was one of the hottest things Luke had ever witnessed and he was disappointed he couldn’t see her now.
Cole’s thrusts increased as he held Luke’s head immobile, driving his cock deeper until Luke felt the flared head at the back of his throat. He fought the urge to gag, not wanting to disappoint Cole because at that moment, he knew that his pleasure was going to be found in Cole getting his. This side of the coin was much different from what Luke was used to, but with Cole at the helm, he felt as though this was exactly where he was supposed to be.
“Fuck.” Cole jerked his head, ramming his cock deep but slowing. “Keep that up, and I won’t last.”
Luke wanted him to come, but he was torn between wanting to send his lover over the edge now and waiting until he could feel him buried inside of him. Surprisingly, he wanted the latter much more than he expected. He’d dreamed about it lately, waking up with his dick in his hands and a hard on that he knew would never be sated until Cole took exactly what he wanted.
The feeling was surreal and goddammit, Luke was fucking tired of waiting, but he knew he couldn’t pick and choose what he could control. His patience was wearing thin after what Sierra had put him through earlier and since he and Cole had talked in the living room, he’d been ready for this.
Cole stopped thrusting, holding Luke’s head still but tilting it so their eyes met once again.
“It looks like our woman needs some attention.”
Luke nodded, unsure what he was even trying to relay, but he was more than willing.
When Cole let go of his hair, Luke stood to his feet, and he turned to face Sierra. His cock pulsed when he noticed what she was doing. A purple vibrator in her hand, she was teasing her clit as she stared over at the two of them, her bottom lip between her teeth. She was hanging by a thread and Luke was more than ready to make her come again.
“My turn to watch,” Cole stated firmly. “Eat her pussy while she sucks you.”
Luke could easily get onboard with that. Anything to get him closer to Sierra was in all of their best interest. He only hoped he could keep from coming when her talented mouth took hold of him.
They were undoubtedly testing his limits tonight. Luke just prayed he could outlast them. He’d always managed before, but then again, he’d never had them gang up on him like this.
Fuck. He hated tests.