Beyond the Edge (22 page)

Sebastian and I looked at each other. He raised his eyebrows. I looked back at James. “Can we please talk about it for a minute?”

He nodded, then stood and took his plate to the counter. “Do you mind loading the dishwasher and starting it before you come up?”

“Not at all,” Sebastian murmured, staring at this beautiful man who had just turned off his Dom mode and invited us into his bed.

“If you decide to sleep together in the spare room, just let me know, will you?”

When he'd gone upstairs, Sebastian and I looked at each other again. “So…what do you think?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I'm game if you are.”

He grinned. “I'm game.”

“This won't affect our feelings for each other,” I said.

“No, of course not. But it'll sure be a lot of fun…”

“And maybe a little payback,” I said, winking.

§ § §

After we cleaned up the kitchen, Sebastian took my hand in his as we walked upstairs to James’ room.

At our knock, we heard his voice from within.

“Come in.”

I opened the door and we stepped inside the huge master suite, where we had spent the first evening at James' home.

James sat on the bed, leaning against the copious pillows, reading a book. He had on white cotton pajama pants and reading glasses. No shirt. I'd never seen him look so damn sexy.

Sebastian closed the door behind us as James looked up. He shut his book but didn't remove the glasses.

“Total equals?” I asked, wanting to make sure.

“Total equals. Just forget about all the Dom/sub stuff for tonight.”

“So…we can do whatever we want?” Sebastian asked.

James laughed. “Behave yourselves,” he said, with a hint of his Dom style, then winked. “But, essentially, yes,” he said huskily, pushing his book off the bed. It landed with a
thunk
on the floor. He started to remove his glasses.

“Leave them on,” I said, obvious excitement in my voice.

He stared at me and settled his glasses back on his nose, something in his gaze drawing me in.

“You know I've always had professor fantasies,” I admitted as I climbed up onto the bed beside him.

“Oh really? That's something I may have to address tomorrow…in class…”

I grinned, my face inches away from his and his dark, lust-filled gaze took my breath away. I felt Sebastian near me. James glanced over to him as he climbed onto the bed to join us.

“Hmmm. It seems I'm at your mercy, boys… So much for being equals.”

“Quiet,” I said firmly, just to see what he would do.

His hand was on my chin in a moment, gripping firmly, but then his mouth quirked up into a big grin as he pulled my face to his. He kissed me hard, leaving me no doubt as to the one really in control. I flowed into the kiss, pressing my whole body against his, wrapping my arms firmly around him. It felt so good to be allowed this. All this time I'd only been able to look at him or suck him off or watch while he shot his load on me or on Sebastian. I delighted in the feel of his soft warm skin and those lips that could be so kind one minute and so brutal the next.

I felt Sebastian nuzzle against me and tease my earlobe with his warm tongue. I broke from James to turn into another kiss, this time with my blond-haired lover and soon-to-be boyfriend. His lips and mouth were so familiar to me. I bathed in the smell of him and the feel of his mop of hair tickling my forehead.

“You boys look beautiful kissing that way,” James murmured. “Why don't you undress each other?”

Hmmm, what a good idea…

We took each others’ clothes off, kissing and groping each other throughout, until completely naked. Then we looked at James. He’d taken his glasses off and his hand had disappeared inside his pajama pants.

“Your turn, Sir,” I said with a sardonic emphasis on the last word. I held his hands down and kissed his laughing mouth as Sebastian pulled his pajama pants down and off.

“Jesus, you have a beautiful cock, sir,” Sebastian said. I broke from the kiss to glance down, just in time to see Sebastian’s hand circle James’ hard cock. He eyed it hungrily for a moment before licking the tip slowly.

James gasped, fighting my grip on his wrists. I let go and he pulled me forward so that my dick was in his face. My mouth dropped open in anticipation as I looked down at him. He regarded my cock with appreciation.

“Tate, do you know how long I’ve been dying to get this thing in my mouth?” he said breathily, glancing up at me with deep blue eyes.

“You could have had it any time, sir.”

He shook his head. “It undermines my authority in the loft to stoop to sucking another man’s prick.” His tongue snaked out of his mouth, touching the tip of my cock playfully as he winked at me. “But here…I can do whatever I want…” He opened his mouth, pulling my hips forward so that my cock slipped inside. I gasped as he closed his lips and sucked, swirling his tongue and teasing me with expert skill. Then I felt his own groan of pleasure reverberate through him as Sebastian worked his cock behind me.

Time seemed to stand still as I was sucked so skillfully by a man I’d never imagined doing it. He looked so fucking hot with my dick in his mouth too. When I turned my head and saw Sebastian bobbing over James’ cock I almost lost it. I cried out, throbbing in pleasure, as my hands went to James’ head. I gripped his hair, trying to get him to slow down, because I didn’t want to come yet.

“Sir…James…stop…I’m gonna,” I stuttered.

He immediately came off me and gripped the base of my cock firmly with his hand, helping me to stave off. His own face contorted with pleasure as Sebastian worked him but his eyes seemed locked on my shiny, spit-covered erection.

“Sebastian,” he groaned. “Please stop.”

Sebastian came off him and in a moment had come around me. His mouth was on James’ in an instant. They kissed passionately and frantically, trying to maintain their connection.

“You know what I’d really like to do,” James said against Sebastian’s desperate kisses.

“What?” His hand remained wrapped around my cock, and I thrust slowly into his grip.

“I really want to fuck one of you while the other one fucks me,” he said.

“We can probably arrange that,” I murmured. “Which one of us do you want under you and which one on top?”

He grinned, breaking from Sebastian's kiss, and looking back and forth between us. “Now that's a tough one. Any volunteers?”

“I'll bottom,” Sebastian said right away and both James and I laughed.

Sebastian blushed, smiling shyly.

“Eager, much?” I teased him, slapping his ass.

“Well, that works for me.” James took his hand off me and nudged me over. “Besides, I think Tate's been wanting to even the score for a while.”

“How did you know?”

“Call it intuition. Or just common sense.” He rolled Sebastian over, covering him with his body, kissing the boy so deeply and skillfully I felt a tiny little pinprick of jealousy for a moment. But I pushed it away. It was just one night. One special night with a man we both had the hots for.

“Lube is in the nightstand,” he said. “I'll need some for your boy, here, too.”

My boy. Yeah, you’d better believe it.

I got the lube, squirting some into James’ hand. He prepared Sebastian while I prepared him.

“I think Sebastian should go on his front.” I did not want James fucking my boy face to face if I could help it. It was too intimate.

“Mmm, I like the way you think, Tate,” James murmured, moving aside so Sebastian could do as I’d suggested.

Once he’d turned over, James grabbed his thighs and pulled his knees wide. He positioned himself quickly and pushed into him. Sebastian moaned, crying out as James went deep. I spread lube over my cock, aroused and eager to give James some of his own medicine. He pushed Sebastian forward onto his belly and fucked him slowly. I got onto the bed behind him and watched for a few moments, the way his powerful muscles moved as he fucked Sebastian a joy to see. But I needed in on this action.

I moved in close behind James, running my hands along him, letting him know how ready I was for this. He moaned and leaned down, supporting himself on his hands to either side of Sebastian, widening his stance.

“Oh fuck yes,” I murmured. “Stay still for a minute.”

He stilled, his cock buried deep in my boy's ass, while I spread his cheeks and positioned myself.

“You enjoy this Tate, because you may not get another chance.”

“Oh, believe me, sir, I'm gonna enjoy it…” I pushed against his hole until he relaxed and the tip of my cock made it in. He gasped. When he said, “Oh…yes…” his voice quavered. I heard Sebastian groan as I pushed the rest of the way into James, causing James to push into Sebastian. The room filled with animal grunts and gasps as we connected in this way. Being topmost, I had all the control at this point. I moved, slowly at first, developing a rhythm but James was the conduit. He let me fuck him the way I wanted to and I soon increased the speed and the force of my movements. I heard harsh breathing and groans of pleasure. James' ass around my cock felt absolutely divine, as did the knowledge that I was fucking my Dom. He was at my mercy.

“You like me fucking your ass, sir?” I grunted, knowing he liked the dirty talk as much as I did.

“Fuck, yes!” he groaned.

“I like fucking your ass too, making you fuck my boy…”

Sebastian moaned. “Oh my God…”

“You want it harder? Hmmm?” I asked.

They both shouted out, “Yes!”

I started pounding James, pushing him ever more forcefully into Sebastian. Such hard work that sweat beaded on my forehead and shoulders, but it was so worth it, especially when I saw Sebastian force a hand beneath himself. He groaned noisily as he came violently beneath us.

James yelled out a curse and I felt him spasm and quiver around my dick as he climaxed. It was all too much. I kept pounding them until I felt my own cock spurt inside James as I grunted in pleasure and release.

When I'd finished, I pulled out, rolling to the side, my body a limp dishrag. James soon followed. Sebastian lay comfortably on his belly, his hand still beneath him, eyes closed and a contented look on his face.

James turned and peered down at me, running his hand along my sweat-slicked cheek. “Well done, Tate. You might convert me yet.”

I gazed up at him tiredly. “To what? A bottom or a sub?”

“Maybe both…” He leaned down and kissed me with an unexpected sweetness.

I chuckled. “You as a sub? I can't see it.”

He pulled back and gazed into my eyes with a sincerity that floored me. “I'd sub for you.”

We stared at each other. It seemed there was something being said here—something that I was unprepared for, and I didn't know what to say.

“Huh?” I murmured, confused.

And then a wall went up and he shrugged. “After this weekend you'll have all the makings of a great Dom, Tate.”

“You think so?”

He nodded. “Maybe Sebastian too. He's come a long way already.”

I yawned, so tired I couldn't help it. I wanted to close my eyes and pretend that what I'd seen in James' eyes just now was an illusion caused by overwhelming pleasure and fatigue, and not something that might really complicate my life.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Crowning Glory

When Sebastian and I awoke on Saturday in James’ bed, he’d gone. On the bedside table sat two glasses of orange juice, four buttered bagels, two peeled and sectioned oranges, an intricate chastity device, and a note.

The note told me to follow the instructions on the box and put my dear blond boy into chastity, after we had carried out the normal cleansing rituals. Then I was to dress in only a pair of jeans and bring the key to James downstairs at one o'clock while Sebastian made his way to the loft.

After we finished our enemas and had our showers, I dressed in a pair of black jeans and took the CB 6000 out of its box. The instructions looked fairly simple, but this was a more complex and modern cock cage than the one James had put me in. Sebastian handled the rings and locking mechanism dubiously, while trying not to get an erection so it would be easier to put on. Of course when I started measuring him for the rings and putting the device in place he found it difficult not to react.

“Jesus, Sebastian, would you think of something non-arousing, please? This is difficult enough without your prick trying to escape before I've even got the damn thing on you.” I felt a little stressed. If I couldn't get the damned thing on him or couldn't get it adjusted right, I could be in serious trouble. Yeah, James had been delightful last night, but he was back in Dom mode this morning and I didn't want to screw up.

After a little bit of fiddling that only served to work Sebastian up, we were able to stuff him into the device and lock it. He looked down at himself with the chastity rig in place and gazed back up at me with sad eyes. “I'm still not really sure what the purpose of this is,” he said dubiously.

I grinned, holding up the key. “The purpose is so that James and I have complete control over your next orgasm. Not that you weren't a willing sub before, but now, believe me, your interests will be in doing whatever you're told in hopes that we'll eventually take pity on you and take this off.” It seemed strange, but now that I held the key to another man's sexual satisfaction, I felt a weird sense of joy and power inside me. And maybe a bit of sadistic pleasure. “Who knows? Maybe he'll want you in it for the rest of the weekend.”

He regarded me with horror.

I shrugged. “Be a good boy and go up to the loft. I have a briefing to attend.”

When he turned to go, I grabbed his wrist, pulling him into an embrace.

Grabbing his chin I kissed him soundly. Then I pulled away, regarding him with a very serious expression.

“This is going to be intense. For God's sake, safe-word if you need to. I won't think any less of you.”

He shook the blond hair out of his eyes and the corner of his lip quirked up. “Yes, Sir.” The breath caught in my throat. He looked delectable and mischievous.

I wondered what James had in store for us.