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He revealed a slow grin. “That fits what I'm looking for. How about you, Matthew?”

“I, uh... ” He looked at me, and back to Richard. His head snapped from point to point. “I don't mind helping you tie him up.”

Richard threw me a look I took to mean we'd sealed the deal.

Matthew's gaze drifted to the wineglass. His brow furrowed, and his full lips pursed into a thin line. He grasped the edge of the table. “But... no drinking.”

“Okay,” I said, since he wouldn't look at either of us.

Richard motioned to a server. “No drinking, then. I've had two sips of wine. I'll stop.” He handed off the glass.

“Thanks.” Matthew's dark eyes shone again. He smiled and bounced a little in his seat.

“Just to be clear,” I said. “I'm not looking for someone to fuck more than once. Tonight. That's it.”

The big man spoke without a moment's hesitation. “I'm not after someone who wants a repeat.”

“Good.” I caught Matthew's frown out of the corner of my eye. It didn't last long. It transformed into a playful grin, like a mask he'd assumed many times before. I eyed the younger man with curiosity. What did he want? All I could give him was a guarantee to spend the night exchanging orgasms. It was a hell of a lot more than most men got on a consistent basis. “Want to head up, then?”

Richard led the way to the staircase at the rear of the dining room. I followed with Matthew close behind. We paused at the reservation desk at the top of the stairs. The club was efficient, and it didn't take long for Richard to have a key card in hand.

He selected a basic hotel-style room that included a few bondage supplies, as well as a large four-poster bed positioned in the center of the room, a full bathroom, and a small bar lined with miniature bottles of liquor. The pillows, the chairs, the bed linens, the walls, and the carpet all had an absence of color. Nothing dark or illicit or unseemly. Enough white draped the room, it screamed virginal, which was worth a laugh. Despite my numerous nights at the club, the room was a first for me. I gravitated toward men who preferred the darker side of the Haven.

I didn't care either way. The room's decor was not my priority.

Richard closed the door and gathered Matthew into his arms. Their lips and tongues connected, the kiss deepening with every second. Matthew moaned into the taller man's mouth. His arms wound around Richard's wide shoulders. His groin pushed against a thick thigh. Richard's hands wandered through Matthew's hair, down his back, over his ass.

God, they look great together
. They mesmerized me. I inhaled a raspy, guttural sound and rubbed my hand over my firming bulge. Nothing could have stopped me.

“I couldn't get a room without alcohol,” Richard said without letting go of Matthew. “All of them have it except for the S&M ones. I don't use those rooms. Ever.”

“It's okay.” Matthew held on to the larger man's shoulders.

“You sure can kiss, kid. Those lips and that tongue should come with a warning.”

Matthew dropped his hands to his sides and swiped his palms over his thighs. “Thanks.”

Richard took Matthew's hand in his and led him to me. He snaked his other arm around my waist and tugged me close. I lost my footing and gripped his biceps. Damn, he was strong. The heat of his skin leaked through his shirt. My fingers dug in as though they could sink through the fabric and get to his flesh.

Richard's kiss was soft when it landed on my lips, but once his mouth opened, it became fierce. He attacked my tongue with his, that muscle as strong as the rest of him. He tasted of breath mints. Had he popped a mint to wipe out the taste of the wine since Matthew asked him not to drink?

No. Guys didn't do that kind of courteous shit for each other.

Matthew's lips skated over my earlobe and traveled down. His hot breath warmed my already heated skin. I shuddered.

Richard released me and headed across the room.

Where the hell was he going? I wanted more of that kiss.

Matthew's hand cupped my neck, and he brought his mouth to mine. I swiped my tongue over his lower lip in a slow taste. He spread his lips and traced my tongue with his. That was all it took. Richard hadn't exaggerated.

I'd never been big on kissing. It wasn't the connection I was after. That could have been because I'd never been kissed by anyone like them. From Richard's hard, passionate kiss to Matthew's sweet, sensual exploration, I was appreciating the act in a new light.

The heat of Matthew's mouth made my own saliva seem cool. He eased up on the kiss, and I shoved against him harder. I wanted a fuck, but I wasn't ready for his lips to leave mine. He was too damn good.

He moaned. His hands explored my neck, my shoulders, my back. His fingers worked to learn every line, every curve of my body through the clothes. I ached to feel those hands on my skin. He moved and rubbed against me, his leather-covered cock dragging over me. He wanted this, needed it. I appreciated that. Matthew exuded sex, but there was more to him. He worked my mouth and body with more than a desire to get off. He consumed me. When I finally drew back, he pouted.

Richard chuckled, the sound low and tense with need.

I regarded our third partner for the night. He sat on the bed, his legs parted, gliding his large hand over the front of his pants.

“Are you going to join us?” I asked.

“I'd like to watch you two first, before we get to the tying you up part. If you don't mind.” He stood. When he reached Matthew's side, he pressed his lips to the other man's ear. “Get him going for us, kid. Get him hard and ready to pop. And get him naked.” He licked the length of Matthew's ear, walked away, and leaned against the far wall.

Matthew grasped my arm with a trembling hand and encouraged me to the edge of the bed. Was he nervous?

“Take it slow,” Richard added.

Matthew nodded without detaching his gaze from me.

“You aren't going to watch all night, are you?” I wanted them to touch me, to give me pleasure in ways one man couldn't. I wanted to feel them— both of them.

“Hell, no. Want to enjoy the view is all.” Richard stroked himself through his pants again.

I wanted to see his cock, breathe in the scent, watch it pulse in his hand, see the beads of his desire form at the tip, knowing it'd be in my ass eventually that night. It took all my willpower not to march over and grab a hold of him.

“Good,” I said. “Sooner rather than later, huh?”

“Don't worry. I won't leave you hanging.” His chest heaved as he stroked faster.

Matthew's hands steered me to his lips again. The touch was soft and wet and warm and... damn, could he kiss. I turned and rubbed my cock against his. A tremble seized my body. Even through the clothes, the contact sent me spiraling out of control.

I worked one hand through his wavy hair, grabbed his ass with the other, and pulled him against me. I needed more of him. I had to get us naked. I had to get inside him.

What the hell was he doing to me?

His fingers were nimble as they worked on my shirt. One button popped open after another, and his hands discovered my chest. He swiped a finger over a nipple, then pinched and tugged. I groaned. The sound of it surged in and out with the movements of his mouth over mine. Our lips parted and he smiled.

I wanted his mouth back on mine, our tongues tangling.

He shed his shirt, and his hand slid over the front of my jeans. I gasped as he worked the top button open. I wanted him to dip his hand inside. I needed his touch. I ached for it.

Matthew was perfection, but everything was moving slower than my usual evenings at the club. Especially since one of the night's participants still stood against the wall and touched only himself.

Matthew kissed me again, distracting me. I pressed my naked chest to his. His hands slipped inside the back of my jeans. He shoved my pants down and cupped my ass. The firm grip was nothing I expected from the kid I met in the bar.

My erect dick worked free of the fabric. A low sigh spilled out of Richard.
Man likes what he sees.

Then why wouldn't he touch me?

Matthew's mouth followed his hands, proceeded lower and lower, explored my body until he paused before my dick. He stared at it, licking his lips while he removed my shoes and pants.
You want a taste, don't you?

I coiled his dark hair around my fingers.

Without warning, he leaned in and lapped at my balls. My head spun. My breath came in short pants. What I would have given to take my dick in my hand and shove it into his mouth, condom be damned.

He moved on before I lost all reason and gave into the temptation.

Matthew ran his tongue along my stomach and up my chest until he sucked in a nipple. He sent me flying faster than I'd ever gone without someone around my dick or in my ass. I threaded my fingers through more of his hair, but I forced my palm to stay open as he licked and flicked my sensitive skin.

I threw my head back. “Yeah, like that, Matthew.” I wasn't into talking to my sexual partners, but I couldn't hold back.

He hummed in response. He stayed at it for another few licks and sucks before he stepped back and worked his pants off. I admired the sight of his cock. Seeing a man's dick hard for me always turned me on more. I wrapped my hand around the shaft, kept the touches light, ran my thumb along the side until reaching the head, and squeezed. He groaned. His hips snapped. And he never stopped watching me.

Most guys closed their eyes once I touched their dicks. Most guys busied themselves with enjoying my body.

Not Matthew. He leaned in slowly and kept watching me until our lips met again. The kiss almost distracted me from the warm breath that painted the back of my neck. Richard wound his arms around my waist and stroked my dick in a slow grope. At that moment, nothing could have distracted me.

I leaned back and savored the muscular flesh. I wasn't a small man like Matthew, but Richard could lift me and fuck me against a wall without my feet ever touching the floor. A shiver spread throughout my body. He rocked against me, and his hard shaft grazed the top of my ass.

“Good man,” I said, “getting naked for us.”

His lips swept over my ear. “Loved watching you two. Thank you. On the bed, Luke. Time to get you ready.”

With something that felt like regret, I drew my hands away from Matthew. I wanted to lie down to get fucked and still hold on to him. No one had ever felt so damn good in my arms. No one had ever spent so much time in my arms. I was all about the blowjob, or the rimming, or the connection of dick to ass.

I stretched out on my back and was awarded another striking vision of them. Matthew stood on his toes, and Richard was hunched over, his mouth on Matthew's, his red, swollen cock smashed against the smaller man's stomach.

I watched their mouths move together, watched them draw the desire out of each other. They kissed and touched as if they had all the time in the world and only the two of them to worry about. Had it not been such a turn-on, I'd have been annoyed. Instead, I sat and stared and stroked my dick as the erotic show played out before me. I'd never come to the club to spend time watching before. Seemed like a waste of the membership dues.

Their kiss ended, leaving both men breathless.

Richard's fingers brushed at the swollen flesh of Matthew's lips. “Damn. Why don't you go suck him and I'll tie him up.”

“Oh, yeah. Okay.” Matthew scrambled to the bar. He grabbed several condoms and small tubes of lube from a bowl and bounced his way to the bed. When he landed, the mattress bounced with him. His mouth formed a perfect circle, and his eyes widened. He laughed, his wavy hair swaying with the chuckles. The joy and ease of the sound was contagious, and I joined him.

I'd never laughed in a room at the Haven before.

Matthew crawled forward. He licked my body as soon as he reached my thighs, humming and rubbing against me, exploring my body with his tongue.

How could he go from laughing to deep need again that fast?

More importantly, how could he get me right there with him?

He knew more tricks with his mouth than I'd ever experienced. He'd also touched more of me in the past few minutes than all of my sexual partners at the club ever had.

And yet, I wanted more.

I heard Richard open the supply cabinet. Part of me wanted to know what he'd use to bind me, and part of me wanted to wait until the restraints made contact with my body.

Matthew trailed eager kisses toward my cock. He licked the line where hip met leg. I arched into it, and my head fell back. I heard him tear the condom wrapper open.

I lifted my head. “Kiss me again.”
What the hell? More kissing
? But I couldn't take it back. I wanted his mouth on my lips again, his tongue connecting with mine.

He shot up. “Yeah. Yeah.” He straddled my thighs, and his lips brushed against mine in a short, chaste kiss. “I love to kiss.”

“I can tell.” I wrapped my hands around his neck and encouraged him to kiss me again. He rocked in unison with the movements of our tongues, and a familiar swell surged through my dick. “Fuck. I'm gonna come from just kissing you.”

“No. No, not yet. Let me— ” He slid down, rolled the condom on, and sucked me all the way in.

Holy crap.

Not too many guys could go down that far.

His lips dragged over my shaft, and he sucked the sensitive head for a moment before pulling off. “You're sure? About the rubber?”

“I said— ”

“Yeah. I just— most guys— I like giving head. I don't mind.”

“I won't return the favor.”

“It's okay.”

“Just stop talking and put your lips over the damn condom.”

He bit his lip, then drew me back into his mouth.

“Yeah, kid— ah fuck.” He sucked harder. My pelvis rocked. The action pushed me deeper inside him. I twisted my fingers in the sheet and flattened my body to the bed. Matthew knew his shit. He'd take care of me.

But when did I leave it all up to the other guy? I said what I wanted. I took what I wanted.

“He that good?” Richard's breath tickled my ear. How long had he been kneeling next to the bed? Watching us?