Iron Cross: The Dartmouth Cobras #6 (47 page)

Watching Tyler adjust his grip as he leaned over Pischlar, nervousness giving way to his need to please, was fucking sexy. Raif cupped the back of Tyler’s head, urging him down as he pressed his lips to the head of Pischlar’s cock. The sight of Tyler slowly taking another man’s dick into his mouth sent blood pulsing into Raif’s own length. He could almost feel that first tentative glide of Tyler’s hot mouth, the way his tongue explored the smooth flesh, the veins, his gaze unwavering as he focused on every reaction.

Pischlar fisted his hands in the blankets, breathing hard, completely lost to the sensation. Raif tugged at Tyler’s hair, stopping him for a moment so he could wrap his own hand around the base of Pischlar’s cock. “Only your mouth,
zlato moje
. I’d like to test our friend’s restraint.”

“
Du Hurensohn
!” The muscles in Pischlar’s neck strained as he bucked his hips in response to Raif’s rougher strokes, which kept rhythm with Tyler’s long, wet slide.

“Leave my mother out of this, Pischlar.” Raif smirked as he met Pischlar’s eyes, enjoying how the man struggled to retain some control. “If you impress me, I’ll let you fuck him. While I fuck you.”

Sweat beaded on Pischlar’s flesh, and he used the back of his hand to wipe it away from his eyes. His jaw hardened and he gave a jerky nod. As Raif encouraged Tyler to move faster, he could have sworn he heard Pischlar mumbling a prayer.

As soon as Raif sensed Pischlar couldn’t hold back anymore, he pulled Tyler away. There was no mistaking the look Pischlar gave him even before he spoke. “That so counted, but… Damn it, I want him, Raif, but if either of you aren’t comfortable with this…”

Raif glanced over at Tyler, who was drying the slickness of saliva off his lips with his thumb, appearing quite pleased with himself. No doubt there that Raif could see. There was only one issue left to address.

“Do you mind performing for an audience?” Raif grinned as Tyler’s cheeks reddened and Pischlar’s brow furrowed. “Chicklet would like a video for her personal viewing.”

A bark of laughter and Pischlar shot to his feet, kicking aside the boxers that had fallen around his ankles. He combed his fingers into Tyler’s hair, tipping his head back and teasing his lips with gentle little bites. “Take a picture and send it to her now. Then I’ll give you something worth watching.” He continued to kiss Tyler as Raif took out his phone and snapped a few photos for his boy’s Mistress, speaking against Tyler’s lips. “But I want a copy.”

* * * *

Tyler had never tried drugs, he’d joined the league young and staying healthy and toking didn’t mix, but right now he felt high as a kite. Restraints and light beatings had given him this sensation in the past—so had intense scenes when he settled so deeply into the submissive headspace he lost the will or the ability to think for himself. But kissing and foreplay—hell, even sex had never been enough alone.

But this went beyond sex. Raif helping him suck off Pischlar reminded Tyler who was in charge. A flash from the corner of his eye as Pischlar’s tongue slid into his mouth made him feel like Chicklet wasn’t being left out. He’d known she watched all kinds of kinky shit to get herself off; she enjoyed her own body and he’d been lucky enough to see her spread out on the bed fucking herself with her fingers. But knowing she’d be watching
him
again and again, that she’d decided to let him play the same way she and Laura had for so long…?

All his reservations where gone. He kissed Pischlar back with passion that wasn’t only for the fucking hot man who’d gone from being an awesome friend to goddamn irresistible. He knew what Pischlar was like and didn’t expect anything beyond tonight, but…but he
did
want tonight. If there was ever a drug invented that could give you a rush without any damage if you inhaled just once, it would be called Shawn “Easy” Pischlar.

“Come on, Vanek. I think you need a shower,” Pischlar said in a stage whisper before shifting away.

A shower?
Tyler wasn’t sure whether to be insulted or not. He didn’t stink or anything. He frowned at Pischlar. “I took one after the game.”

“I know. I was there.” Pischlar nudged Tyler toward the bathroom. “But you need to be
very
clean for what I have planned.”

Yeah, there was only so much a shower could do if Pischlar was asking what Tyler thought he was. “I, umm, had blood tests just last month. And no offense, but even Raif uses a condom and—”

“I don’t fuck anyone without protection, so no worries there. We all had the same tests, kid. I know you’re
clean
.” Pischlar turned Tyler to face him in the center of the small bathroom. He quickly unbuttoned Tyler’s shirt, then pulled it off and hung it on the doorknob. “Now you’re ruining the dialogue. You take showers with me all the time—”

“Not the same.”

“Very true.” Pischlar tugged roughly on Tyler’s belt to undo it, a smirk on his lips. “Would be uncomfortable for the other guys if I soaped you up and jerked you off in front of them.”

Tyler
’s cock throbbed as Pischlar shoved his pants down with his boxers. This had to be revenge or something because just the dirty talk had Tyler so fucking turned on he was gonna embarrass himself. He inhaled, holding his breath as he looked over at Raif. Who still had the phone in his hand, held up for the perfect angle.

Not only Chicklet would see this. Raif was watching him
now
. Embarrassing himself would be bad, but failing to show the restraint Chicklet had spent two years teaching him, that Raif expected…no way in hell would he disappoint them. So he took a stranglehold on the surge of lust, grateful for the seconds of distance from Pischlar as the other man turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature.

A gesture from Pischlar and Tyler stepped under the wide spray, loving the way the heat eased all the tension from his body. He felt Pischlar step up behind him and tipped his head back as Pischlar’s arms surrounded him. Hands splayed over his chest, Pischlar grazed his teeth along his throat. Kissed down his spine even as he held his hand out and Raif passed him a small bottle of body wash.

Suds gathered as Pischlar rubbed his hands together with his arms still around Tyler. He dropped the bottle and ran his hands over Tyler’s chest. His stomach. Then all the way down to his cock. He stroked like he had all the time in the world, but Tyler shuddered with his attempt to ignore the current zipping through his cock and into his balls. His sack felt so tight and heavy all he could do was lean his head back against Pischlar’s chest and try to think of anything that would keep him from coming. He started seeing characters from Disney movies, but he’d perved too many erotic pictures of every single princess for that to do any good. So he pictured Luke, setting up the play over dinner. The game. A solid hit from a big, ugly player who had spit hanging from his bottom lip.

Much better.

Pischlar curved his hands over Tyler’s ass, massaging in a way that was almost relaxing. Until he slipped two fingers down. He pressed into Tyler. Tyler’s breath caught and he groaned as the pressure disappeared, then returned, slippery and sliding in easily. But burning—fuck, soap burned a lot worse than the lube Raif had used.

“Put your hands on the wall, Vanek.”

His knees shook, and he panted as he tried to ignore the stinging sensation, but he braced his feet at either side of the bath and positioned his hands. Pischlar’s fingers went deep enough to stretch, withdrew, and suddenly a handful of water was rinsing away all the soap. Slowly, the burning lessened, becoming tolerable.

He couldn’t feel Pischlar for a moment. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Pischlar kneeling behind him. Spreading him open and…

A loud moan escaped Tyler’s lips as he felt the tip of Pischlar’s tongue circling, pressing against him, into him. His legs shook and he dropped his head, gasping for air. All the nerves within were sparking and shooting off white-hot surges of electricity that went right through him. His dick twitched against his stomach, and he knew if anyone touched it, he’d fucking come so hard they’d have to carry him out on a stretcher. He might never be able to move again.

“
Jebi ga,
” Raif murmured, somewhere off to the left.

Tyler had tried to stifle his moaning and groaning, but as he thought of the video they were making for Chicklet, he let all the sounds out. His throat was sore by the time Pischlar’s tongue left him. He stumbled as Pischlar helped him out of the shower. Need was throbbing so hard in his dick he spun around, hoping if he kissed Pischlar the man would give him some relief.

Pressing a finger to Tyler’s lips, Pischlar shook his head. “Go tend to your Master. I’ll be right with you.”

Swallowing and shaking, not sure he could manage another step, Tyler followed Raif, looking back once to see Pischlar opening a small bottle of mouthwash.

Raif took hold of Tyler’s wrist and drew him close. He studied Tyler’s face, then smiled. “I should have said not
quite
a scene. Sit on the bed and calm yourself a little. I will position the camera so our ladies can enjoy the rest of the show.”

The bed was nice and solid. Sitting on it required no effort. And the water cooling on Tyler’s flesh did the same to his blood. By the time Raif set up the phone, stripped, and made himself comfortable on the middle of the bed, Tyler was a bit further from ignition.

Palming his own thick erection, Raif beckoned Tyler over. “On your hands and knees. Give me your mouth.”

No need to ask him twice. Tyler crawled onto the bed and swept his tongue over the head of Raif’s dick. He let out a soft grunt as Raif roughly jerked his head up.

“Kiss me first, Ty. We aren’t casual lovers. I want to be sure you haven’t forgotten.”

The rapid beating of his heart overwhelmed the pulse in his cock as he met Raif’s eyes. He moved closer, putting one hand on the side of Raif’s throat as he kissed him. “I haven’t. I know how this works. I meant it when I said I love you.”

“So did I. Remember that, no matter what happens.” Raif deepened the kiss, moaning into Tyler’s mouth as Tyler cupped his balls. “
Fuck
! You make it difficult to have a conversation, boy.”

“Schedule them better. I want to suck you. I want you to fuck Pischlar while he fucks me. I want you both to feel as wild as I do.” There wasn’t anything else to talk about anyway. Nothing bad would happen. Tyler’s life might be fucking crazy, but he was enjoying every minute. He took Raif’s throbbing cock in his mouth even as he heard Pischlar walk out of the bathroom.

“Say the word, Zovko,” Pischlar said, laying his hand on the center of Tyler’s spine. “This still cool?”

Raif let out a low growl as Tyler deepthroated him. “Condoms and lube are in the zipper part of my suitcase. This is more than ‘cool.’ You may back out if you’d like, but this is your only opportunity with him. Take it or leave it.”

“I’ll take it.”

All his attention on sucking and stroking Raif’s dick, Tyler hardly noticed when Pischlar got on his knees behind him. But the cool drizzle of lube made his steady pace falter. He gasped around Raif’s cock as the blunt head of Pischlar’s dick pressed against him. He let Raif slip from his mouth as the stretching increased. Made himself relax as Pischlar spoke softly and stroked his thigh. Pischlar eased out, added more lube, then slipped in farther.

A hand on his cheek distracted him from the uncomfortable pressure. Raif kissed him again. “I need to see him fucking you. I need to use him while he’s using you. Do you want this?”

Breathing wasn’t easy, but Tyler gulped in air and nodded, hoping it would be enough.

It was. Raif rose from the bed and moved out of sight. Tyler tensed a little, but thoughts of Chicklet stifled the panic. They both trusted Raif. Raif was here and she would be watching all this very soon. He wanted to be with her the first time she saw the video, wanted her to spread her legs and hold him against her as she cried out over and over with every erotic scene. He relaxed a little more, pushing back against Pischlar as the pressure increased. He felt Pischlar’s thighs against his. Heard Raif whisper something before Pischlar’s muscles tensed. A hot breath ruffled his hair as Pischlar leaned over him.

The slapping of flesh on flesh echoing through the room was double-timed with the thrusts of Pischlar’s dick slamming into his ass. Tyler jerked as Pischlar braced himself on one hand and used the other to stroke Tyler’s cock. Harder, faster, until Tyler cried out with a fierce, uncontrollable orgasm. He came, bucking forward, arching back, locking his arms so he wouldn’t fall on his face. He came with the force of being thrown into the boards and being knocked out cold, only he didn’t see black and he hadn’t dropped to the cold ice. He was burning up in a fuc
king sauna, dick first into blazing coals that felt amazing on his skin.

He didn’t move when Pischlar pulled out. Wasn’t sure he could. But when Raif joined him on the bed, he needed to be close to him. He practically collapsed next to Raif, only finding the strength to drag himself up to rest his head on Raif’s shoulder.

Raif speaking ruined the quiet buzz in his brain, but he’d deal. “Stay, Pischlar. Tomorrow—”

“It is tomorrow, Zovko.” Pischlar let out a tired laugh. “This was awesome, but I need my space. If I wasn’t okay, I’d stay. I’m good. Better than good. I needed this.”