DanielsSurrender (17 page)

“Hey.” He turned her to face him, pulling her close. “It’s
okay for now. You’re safe, the little boy is being cared for. Hell, both boys
are being cared for.” He dipped his head and kissed her lightly on the nose.
“Tomorrow’s soon enough to deal with everything.”

She nuzzled her face into the hollow between his pectoral
muscles. Taking a deep breath, she whispered, “You always smell so good.” He
smiled as her lips ruffled his chest hair, and cupped her head to hold her
closer. “And you’re such a good cuddler,” she added, rubbing her cheek over his
skin. “Who knew you’d be such a talented cuddler?”

“We’ve cuddled before,” he argued, but she shook her head,
brushing silky hair over his sensitive nipple.

“No, Matt’s the cuddler. You hold me sometimes, but it’s
always leading up to or coming down from the big O.”

Daniel considered for a moment. Hell, she was right.

“Shit.” Her laughter chuffed over his chest. “Well, would it
ruin the moment if I kissed you while we cuddled?”

Her smile was small, but held a measure of its usual warmth
when she tipped her head back to meet his eyes.

“Not at all.” She brushed her lips over his bristly chin.
“In fact,” she rubbed the front of her all over the front of him and smiled at
the predictable reaction, “I think I might be done cuddling for now.”

She’d been prepared for his passion. She was used to that.
So the slow, dreamy kiss took her by surprise. He sampled her lips like they
were a rare wine, tasting and savoring her, before drinking her down.

His hands moved languorously over her back, heating her
flesh through Matt’s thin shirt. As her hands crept up his chest to twine
around his neck, his wandering hands slid beneath the hem of the shirt to cup
her buttocks in firm hands.

She sighed into his mouth, flicking her tongue along his
bottom lip in a lazy quest for more. He responded quickly, sliding his own
tongue along hers in a tingling rush. Purring in satisfaction, she sucked
delicately, scraping her nails through the rough satin of his hair when he
grunted and his cock rubbed against her belly.

“Woman,” he growled, sweeping her into his arms. “You’re
hell on my self-control.” But he didn’t sound upset about it.

Matthew was sitting up in bed when Daniel carried her back
into the room. Laying her down in the middle of the vast mattress, he
commented, “She doesn’t want to cuddle anymore.”

Matt offered a sly smile, and leaned back with his arms
crossed behind his neck.

“Then have at her, man.” He winked at Shannon before turning
back to Daniel. “You are the boss, after all.”

Daniel pulled the pillow from beneath Shannon’s head and
used it to whack Matthew before folding it up to prop her hips. Once the pillow
was in place, he carefully arranged her legs to provide the maximum view,
before pressing his lips to her ankle.

“You know you can come to me,” he met her eyes, and then Matthew’s,
“anytime. For anything.” She nodded solemnly, and Matt looked shaken. As a
reward, Daniel dragged his tongue up her leg to press soft kisses against the
side of her knee.

“You will
never
leave me waiting, wondering if you’re
okay, again.” This time his look was all for her, and when she nodded again, he
slid her leg over his shoulder and began to string sharp, sucking kisses up her
inner thigh.

“You will trust me to take care of you.” He murmured the
words against her inner thigh, but his eyes burned over Matthew as well. When
her small hand fisted in his hair, he drew back until she nodded again. Not
satisfied, he commanded, “Answer out loud.”

Her voice was soft and shaky when she did. “I trust you,
Daniel.”

Her words freed him, and without further hesitation he
buried his mouth in her ripe, juicy pussy.

“God, I love how you taste.” His voice had more of her honey
flowing, and Matt’s low groan of appreciation only heightened her arousal.

Daniel had wedged both shoulders beneath her thighs now, opening
her up for his foraging mouth. He turned his face slowly from side to side,
rubbing his cheeks over her inner thighs as he stroked his tongue over her
soaked folds. Sliding one finger into her grasping sheath, he sucked at her
clit while probing for the soft swell inside she knew would blow the top off
her head with one stroke.

When he found it, she arched into his mouth with a whimper,
shaking in his hands like a leaf in the wind. As her shudders eased, he
continued to lick slowly at her slick flesh, dipping his tongue into her
fluttering opening as she sighed, relaxing back into the bed.

Daniel finally lifted his mouth, swiping his cheeks over her
abdomen to clear her juices from his face. Somehow the action was so sexy it
had her arching again into his hands.

With a jerk of his head, Daniel tossed the hair from his
eyes and beckoned Matthew to join him, and Matt eagerly complied. Crawling
across the bed, he bent his head to lick at the damp streak Daniel had left on
her belly, and she shivered in reaction. Then, dragging his tongue up Daniel’s
back along the way, he homed in on her aching breasts.

The sight of Daniel, arching into Matthew’s caress, followed
so closely by the slow rasp of Matthew’s tongue over her straining nipple,
plunged Shannon back into a maelstrom of desire. Daniel rose to capture her
lips, and she could taste herself on his mouth, spicy and exotic. Matthew laved
her nipples, drawing the velvety peaks to agonizing hardness, and Shannon
abandoned herself to the sensations.

Daniel moved back, leaving Matthew an open field to play in.
Matt took full advantage, lapping at her nipples one after the other before
sucking them into his mouth, nibbling with teeth just on the right side of
pain.

She lost track of who was touching what, she only knew that
every inch of her body was being cherished by strong male hands. Hard fingers
pulled at her nipples, and her eyes flew open in reaction. She was just in time
to catch sight of Daniel as he caught Matthew’s loose hair in his fist, turning
his head until their lips met in a kiss so hot she got a contact buzz just
watching.

Daniel slid up next to Matthew, and she moaned at the sight
of their heads, one so dark and one so fair, bending to her breasts. Hot mouths
enveloped her nipples simultaneously, sending her arching wildly off the bed.

When they pulled away, Daniel turned her gently onto her
stomach, and she tensed, waiting for the sting of his open palm on her
quivering ass. It never came. Instead, warm tongues traced intricate patterns
over both cheeks before licking like flames up either side of her spine. She
gasped and arched into the touches, reaching out blindly to do some touching of
her own, but Daniel caged her hands.

“This is for you.” His lips vibrated against the knot of
nerves at the base of her neck, and she shivered.

“Just let us take care of you,” Matthew added, licking over
the super-sensitive skin at the back of her knee.

“Then kiss me.” She didn’t recognize her own voice. It was
raw with tears and with sensual desperation. Her men didn’t let her down.
Drawing her to her knees, Daniel took her lips in a long, eating kiss before
moving aside so Matthew could do the same. She knelt, caught between the two
men, as they took turns ravishing her mouth, drinking her in and filling her with
their flavors until her head spun with it.

With one hand she reached down and around, clutching at the
back of Matthew’s thigh and tugging him closer against her body. The other hand
snaked around Daniel’s neck to tangle in his hair, holding his lips to hers
until they both gasped for breath.

“Will you do whatever I ask?” She knew he would, they both
would, and she had every intention of taking full advantage. When Daniel
rumbled his assent against her neck, and Matthew murmured it into the soft skin
between her shoulder blades, she couldn’t suppress a feline smile.

“I want to touch you.” She breathed into Daniel’s ear.
Tipping her head back against Matthew’s shoulder, she added, “But first, I want
to watch you touch each other.” She could tell her guys liked the idea by the
way their cocks jerked against her in perfect unison. Wriggling from between
them, she knelt facing them. And they knelt facing each other.

The sight of them, face-to-face and so excruciatingly
beautiful, undid her. Her pussy was streaming, her eyes stinging and her heart
filled with such love and lust she couldn’t contain it.

Daniel sent her a questioning look, as if to ask if she had
any preferences, but she could only shake her head.

“Just touch him, Daniel. Show me how much you want him.”

Chapter Eighteen

Matthew watched Daniel search Shannon’s eyes before the
other man turned back to him. This was supposed to be all about her pleasure,
but the little minx had flipped the script on them. Not that Matthew had any
complaints. He loved Daniel’s hands on him every bit as much as he loved
Shannon’s. And he got to feel them a hell of a lot less frequently, as Daniel
usually kept his hands to himself, directing Shannon as she touched Matthew.

“The lady wants a show,” Daniel rasped, and Matthew chuckled
darkly in reply.

“Then let’s give her one.”

As he spoke, Daniel moved in, tugging off Matt’s boxers,
leaning in to his body without ever quite touching him. Slowly Daniel moved
around behind him, finally making contact as he drew his tongue up the
straining tendon along the side of Matthew’s neck as he pulled at his own
boxer-briefs.

Matthew shifted and felt his cock pulse even harder as
Daniel’s bobbing prick brushed over his ass. Instinctively he widened his
stance, unconsciously making room, inviting Daniel in.

Daniel, his mouth still stroking Matthew’s neck, reached
down to cup Matthew’s buttocks. He seemed to savor the hard, round globes,
squeezing and kneading, before pulling the cheeks apart in a luxurious stretch
Matt felt all the way to his balls.

Shannon’s eyes met his, and Matt let himself sink into their
brown velvet depths as he felt Daniel’s cock, bare and burning, stroke along
the crack of his ass. Without ever penetrating, Daniel prodded his anus,
sending little lightning bolts of pleasure through him. His eyes slitted, but
he wouldn’t let them close entirely. He didn’t want to lose the connection with
Shannon. Her enjoyment of Daniel’s caresses was almost as intense as his own.

Aching for release, he grasped his dick in one hand,
smoothing drops of pre-cum over the bulging head. Daniel’s hand covered his,
stopping his rough caress.

“Oh no.” His voice was darkness and fire. “That’s mine.”
Matt felt his breath over the back of his neck and feared he would come from
that alone. “She said so,” Daniel added, smoothing his hand over Matthew’s
stomach, pausing to tug at the thicket of hair that had finally regrown to
surround his cock.

“If it’s yours,” his voice was a tight gasp, and Matthew
didn’t even care, “then use it or lose it.”

Daniel chuckled against his neck before sliding his hand
down to cup Matthew’s balls.

“Oh I’ll use it. Don’t you worry about that.” His diabolical
fingers quested behind Matt’s balls, finding the very root of his penis and
stroking at the ridge of flesh. Matt jerked in response, and Shannon jerked
too.

Before Matthew’s glazing eyes, she began to move. As he
watched, helpless in the thrall of Shannon’s needs and Daniel’s wants, she
cupped her own breasts, tweaking the nipples with far more force than he would have
expected. Licking her index fingers, she manipulated the puckered flesh,
shimmying her hips in time to her tugging.

As Daniel surrounded his balls with one hand, and grasped
his cock with the other, Matthew watched, entranced as Shannon slid one of her
hands down to toy with the short, sparse curls between her legs.

Like Matthew, she’d let her pubic hair grow back in,
creating an intriguing veil over her pussy, but she’d made frequent use of
Daniel’s magic cream along the lips of her vagina, leaving them plump and bare,
ripe for the licking. Now her fingers slid over those bare, slippery folds in
perfect time with Daniel’s pulls on his cock. Matt felt his eyes rolling back
in his head, and he struggled to hold back his orgasm. As badly as he wanted to
come, he wanted to feel her around him, and to feel Daniel in him when it
happened.

Matt pulled away, and it was probably a good thing because
Daniel thought in another minute he’d have shot his load all over his back. The
other man flopped across the bed, one hand banded brutally around the base of
his cock, obviously struggling to hold off his orgasm.

With Matthew out of commission, Daniel turned to Shannon.
She knelt before him, one arm crooked behind her head and the other buried
between her legs. The sight was more than he could resist, and he shot Matthew
a pained look.

“Condoms?” He bit the word out, and then lunged for the
dresser Matt indicated with a flip of his hand.

Holding Shannon’s eyes, Daniel rolled the protective sheath
over his cock. His only thought now was to be inside her. She willingly let him
guide her down to her back, and obligingly draped her legs over his thighs when
he knelt between them. When he dragged her up the incline of his legs, impaling
her on his waiting cock along the way, she hummed her pleasure and wriggled,
taking him even deeper.

Once he was fully seated, he held still for a moment,
savoring the feel of her rippling around him.

Then he began to move.

It was odd, making love to her while looking into her eyes.
She was totally open to him, and he could only marvel at her willingness to
expose her every thought and feeling to him. He tried to keep his own gaze
shuttered, unwilling to show her his soul even as he wallowed in the beauty of
hers.

With each driving thrust, Shannon writhed in his arms, but
she didn’t go over. Her reticence drove him to new heights, stroking and
probing, dragging the top of his shaft over her swelling clit with every
thrust, but she still didn’t come.

“You need something more,” he panted, delving into her eyes
the same way he was delving into her body. “Tell me what you need to make you
come.”

She panted at his words and reached up to clutch at her own
breasts. The sight was breathtaking, but he wouldn’t let her distract him.

“What can I give you, angel?” he demanded. “Tell me.”

So she did.

“Let Matthew take you.” She paused to shudder through his
involuntary jerk, and then repeated, “Let Matthew take you while you take me. I
want us all to be together. I need you both so much tonight.”

Daniel felt a tremor of unease tiptoe up his spine—he’d
never been fucked anally, though he’d done his share of fucking. But she was
looking at him as if she expected him to deny her, and he just couldn’t do that
to her. Not tonight.

Drawing her up so she straddled his thighs, still buried in
her welcoming heat as far as he could go, he pressed an almost chaste kiss to
her lips.

“You’re sure you don’t want him to take you? To fill you up
at the same time I do?” He didn’t hold out much hope she’d change her mind, and
she didn’t disappoint him.

“If you want to give me my fantasy,” she met his eyes
hopefully, “you’ll let me feel you come while he’s inside you.”

The mental picture almost had him coming then and there.
Taking a deep breath and praying for control, he turned to look at Matt, who
was watching them intently, one hand still banded around his cock.

“Got any lube, Matty?” At his words Matthew flashed his
infectious grin, and rolled over to reach into a drawer. Daniel gave the other
man’s ass a wistful look before lowering Shannon to the bed.

He could hear Matt behind him, rolling on the condom and
slicking lube along his formidable length, as he wedged his knees firmly under
Shannon’s thighs. Digging his cock as deep into her pulsing sheath as he could,
Daniel leaned forward, opening his legs and exposing himself to Matthew’s
probing fingers.

The lube was cool and slick, but Matt’s fingers were hot and
rough as he worked the slippery gel into Daniel’s anus. Daniel felt his flesh
resisting, Matt’s fingers slipping and sliding, first one, then two, and then
the rush of relaxation as his body took what it wanted, drawing Matt’s fingers
deep into his tight opening.

Daniel had had his ass messed with before, but nothing had
prepared him for Matthew’s invasion. Matt took a long time preparing him, as if
he’d been fantasizing about this for so long he was determined to make it
perfect. And he was. He was making it so perfect Daniel was ready to beg by the
time Matt slid that long, thick cock in deep.

Fuck. So this was what kept the other man coming back for
more. This agonizing pleasure. This excruciating thrill.

It didn’t take Matthew long to establish a rhythm that had
Daniel moving in instinctive counterpoint. Each time he pulled out of Shannon,
Matthew filled him to overflowing. Each time he pressed in, Matt’s cock dragged
over the sensitive tissues of his hole, pulling out until only the very head of
his cock rasped over the nerve-rich opening of his anus.

Shannon held his eyes the whole time. She clutched at his
forearms where they were braced next to her hips, and rose into his thrusts,
straining for her orgasm. When his strokes grew choppy and lost their rhythm,
which happened far sooner than he wanted, she pulled his hand to her pussy,
placing his fingers over her clit in a frantic hint.

Holding her eyes with his own, he stroked rapidly,
determined to feel her convulse around him before his own pleasure robbed him
of his sanity. When she did, the visual was amazing. Her body arched, breasts
swaying. Her pussy swelled, flushing even redder around his pounding cock. But
what really blew him away were her eyes.

As her orgasm took her, her eyes never left his, and they
were filled with such love that if he’d had a heart it would have broken then
and there.

As it was, when she fell silent beneath him, he felt a
strange ache in his chest.

Aches and emotions were quickly pushed aside, though, when
Matt’s cock hit just the right spot to send him through the roof. Once he’d
found it, Matt continued relentlessly strafing his bulging cockhead over
Daniel’s prostate until Daniel’s low growl escalated into a shout of release
and his cock spurted strongly, jerking into Shannon’s still twitching sheath
and sparking another, tiny orgasm, dragging a low moan from her.

As his muscular hole clamped down on Matt’s cock, Daniel
gasped in desperation. “Fuck it, Matty. Fucking come!”

Matt clamped his teeth into Daniel’s shoulder, and with a
growl of his own began to jerk against Daniel’s back. Matt’s ejaculation seemed
to last for hours, and each jerk pulled an answering throb from Daniel’s own
dick. And each of his throbs drew a ripple from Shannon’s pussy. It was a
never-ending cycle of sex and orgasm, and Daniel thought they all might never
stop coming.

Finally, Matt slumped over his back, and Daniel managed just
enough strength to direct them to Shannon’s side before collapsing to the bed.

He felt raw and shaken, and suddenly very, very vulnerable.
Shannon, ever the caretaker, seemed to sense his turmoil. Turning on her side
to face him, she cupped his cheeks in both hands and kissed him gently.

“Thank you,” she whispered against his lips. “I don’t think
I’ll dream any more tonight.”

With the last of his strength, Daniel pulled her closer and,
wrapped in the arms of his lovers, let the darkness take him.

* * * * *

It was still dark the next time Daniel woke. This time
Shannon was deeply asleep, curled up next to him, clutching his hand like a
lifeline. When he sat up, Matt stirred, rubbing a hand over his face before
blinking up at Daniel.

Sliding from the bed, Daniel gathered his clothing and
headed for the bathroom, unsurprised when Matthew followed him.

“I need an audience to take a piss?”

“She’s going to expect you to be there when she wakes up,”
Matthew pointed out in a voice that was just a little too calm.

“I don’t have any clothes here.” And damn, but was Daniel
glad of that little fact. He knew if he stayed, he’d sink into their affection
until it drowned him. He’d never escape. He’d end up like his parents,
destroying the best thing that ever happened in his fucked-up life. Hurting the
two people who gave nothing but themselves over to his care.

Daniel wished he believed in the kind of happily-ever-after
Matt and Shannon deserved. They never pushed him for more than he could give,
but for how long? Eventually they would want more, demand more. In the end, no
matter what happened, the outcome would be exactly as his father had predicted.
He would be weak. Weak and alone.

“Well, then you’d better wake her to say goodbye.” Matt cut
him off before he could protest. “Huh-uh, no way am I doing your dirty work.”

With a final, probing look, Matt returned to the bedroom,
and by the time Daniel had finished dressing, he’d curled up behind Shannon,
spooning her into his body as if he’d been born to hold her.

Giving Matt a dark look, Daniel sat on the edge of the bed
and stroked his hand over Shannon’s cheek.

“Shannon.” He kept his tone low, but his voice penetrating
enough to wake her. “Angel.”

She murmured his name and nestled her cheek into his palm.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Angel, I need you to open those
beautiful eyes for me.” When her eyes finally cracked open, he let out a breath
of relief. “I’ve got to go, baby.”

She blinked, confused, and asked, “Is it morning already?”

He smiled soothingly and said, “Not yet, angel.”

“Then come back to bed.” She might not be fully awake, but
she definitely knew what she wanted.

“I can’t, angel. I’ve got no clothes here. And no way can I
go into work tomorrow wearing yesterday’s suit.”

She sighed against his hand, and he gave in to the urge to
press a soft kiss to her parted lips.

“I’ll see you tonight, angel.” He cut his eyes to Matthew.
The other man’s eyes gleamed smoky-blue in the dim light from the bathroom.
“Both of you.”

“’Kay,” she mumbled, already sliding down the slippery slope
of sleep.

“We’ll be there.” Matt’s voice, by contrast, was unnervingly
alert.

And the look in his eyes followed Daniel all the way home,
and into his cold, empty bed.

* * * * *

Time passed, and Daniel let it. Every day he fell deeper under
the spell of his lovers. Shannon’s selfless giving and Matthew’s exuberant
embrace of life seemed to soothe all the hurts of his past, leaving him in a
state of cautious happiness.