“Fuck,” Sean panted, and I stilled, unsure if he was in pain. “I’m not going to last. Too good, too fucking good. My dick, Ky… Too good… fuck… I can’t… I… fuck, Nicky…”
My breathing came out in short pants. I knew I wasn’t going to last either, but I prayed I could hold on so Sean could come first. My dick ached with the pain, and the pleasure, and the pressure all pushing me off the cliff—but I stayed, trapped by Nicholas’s eyes.
With relief, I felt the warmth of Sean’s release on my stomach. I simply couldn’t stop myself, the heat and lightning racing up my spine. I groaned loudly right when Nicholas’s face clenched, and my vision blacked out. My whole body clenched with waves of pleasure and relief as we released at the same time. We stilled inside Sean: my whole body limp and sated, Nicholas’s breaths in time with mine.
Through the fog of bliss clouding my brain, I searched for Nicholas’s eyes. He slumped forward, catching most of his weight on his arms so I could still breathe. Sort of. A little. His eyes slowly came back into focus, and he glanced up until his gaze met mine again. Despite the haze, I felt a rush of warmth. I had no idea if this feeling was endorphins from the mind-blowing orgasm or something more, but I knew I had never felt it before.
Nicholas slid out of Sean’s body and fell down on the bed next to us. Slowly, I moved Sean so I slipped free with a grimace and gently rolled him between Nicholas and I. Sean stretched and then rested with his head against my chest and his legs tangled with Nicholas’s.
As we rested there, our breaths slowing and our skin cooling, Nicholas and I continued to gaze at each other above Sean’s head. His eyes were hypnotic. Like the colour of the water I’d seen in photos of the Greek islands. And then I remembered what colour Mum called it. Cerulean.
No one spoke for a second. Or a minute. Or maybe an hour. Finally, Sean broke the post-sex haze the way only Sean can.
“I’m not going to be able to sit for a week. On the upside, my boss will probably think I am being very respectful. God, I wish I could tell him it was because I was pounded into next year by two giant dicks.”
Chapter Four
After Alex had a look at the suspicious emails for Ant, I was hoping we could head out for the night. I had been feeling restless and unsteady, kind of like emotional vertigo, since the night last week with Sean and Nicholas. I wasn’t used to it, and it was unsettling. I couldn’t articulate what felt different, even to myself, but something had changed. Everything in the world still looked the same, but it had all shifted a couple of degrees.
I led Alex through The Subway Station towards the offices at the back. He nodded in acknowledgement to a group of men but barely glanced at anyone else. Alex was an enigma, one of the smartest people I had ever met. I had known him since Mum and I moved in with Tim, who lived next door to Alex’s family. Even as a child, Alex was amazing, exceptionally bright. I feel incredibly grateful to be one of very few people to see some of the real Alex, one of the few he allowed to get close. I didn’t mean physically. Physically, he was very affectionate, but emotionally, he rarely let anyone in.
After showing him to Ant’s office and making small talk for a couple of minutes, I wandered the club while Alex worked. Ant was helping out behind the bar tonight with a young-looking bartender named Sam. I leaned against the end of the bar holding my empty glass, sweeping my gaze across the swarms of men and women on the dance floor, moving and writhing to the music. Then I noticed Giles, one of the owners, over by the hallway to the office. I had only met Giles and his partner Owen once before at a Halloween party several years ago, when Ant first got back to Sydney. Given they were both in their early fifties, they were still incredibly attractive and certainly garnered plenty of attention, even from people who didn’t know who they were.
Giles was talking animatedly with a man who had his back to me, blocked from view by two of the security guards. Smiling warmly, Giles leaned towards the man, who reached his hand out to shake and pulled Giles up short. Giles shook hands with the man, grabbed Owen’s hand, and headed up the stairs to Platform. As I turned to look away, the man he had been talking to turned my direction, stepped out of the shadows of the security guards, and locked eyes with me.
Nicholas took a few steps towards me and held up two fingers to the older man working my end of the bar, who nodded. Two glasses appeared in front of us, filled with the smoothest scotch I had ever had in my life. I moaned loudly after the first sip, and Nicholas shifted slightly, looking me straight in the eye. “If you are going to moan like that when you are still upright, I can’t wait to hear the sounds you can make when you’re bent over for me.”
A voice from beside me chuckled, and Sean said, “You’re all out of luck, Nicky. Two tops do not a bottom make. Shame, really. I already have my entertainment for the night planned, but even just watching you two would be hot as fuck.”
Sean’s personality was way bigger than his slim frame. Well, slim compared to me anyway. Even when he first walked in the door, he always looked recently fucked, with his messed-up hair, easy, relaxed smile, and eyes that drew you in thanks to his subtle eyeliner. He had that rich boy with a trust fund demeanour, but I had always suspected there was far more to him. His quick wit and snark hinted at an intellect he kept hidden beneath his ditzy behaviour.
He walked off with his drink towards a couple of bears. When I saw what he was wearing, I snorted attractively and nearly died as scotch burned my nose. Nicholas raised an eyebrow, and I nodded towards Sean and his tight black pants with bear trap written across his round arse in sequins. Nick chuckled and turned back towards me.
I slowly swallowed the sip of scotch in my mouth, my self-confidence evaporating even further with the interruption. With guys like Sean, and, well, most of the guys I hooked up with, I came across as confident. Many people mistook my silence for arrogance. I also gave the impression of being dominant, especially with my size. Nobody, other than Antony, had ever thought to ask. Everyone just assumed who or what I was. In their defence, I had never contradicted them.
To break eye contact, I glanced around the club, pretending to be fascinated with the Daddy and two boys dancing on the small podium. Nicholas turned, and his arm brushed against mine as he also watched for a while. Dancing wasn’t my thing, but there was a beauty in the rhythm of the movement as the Daddy ran his hands around his boys. They seemed to move at his command without him making a sound. It was almost hypnotizing and hot as hell, and the heat from Nicholas’s arm was making these jeans a hell of a lot tighter than when I got dressed. How the hell was my body responding from just having his arm near mine?
I put my empty glass down with the intention of escaping to grab Alex and head home when he grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the bathrooms. After allowing myself to be manhandled into one of the small but clean individual stalls, I lost my patience and pulled my arm away. I whipped around to give him a piece of my mind, but nothing came out. He put one hand on my chest and ran it down over my pecs and stomach, causing the muscles to twitch.
Leaning forward, he tilted his head up until his mouth hovered an inch from my ear and murmured, “So maybe, if you don’t bottom, fucking is off the table, but that doesn’t mean we can’t find something to put in your mouth to make you moan.”