Undercover Lovers [Urban Affairs 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) (14 page)

“Fuck yes.” He’d never wanted anything more in his life. “But I’m freezing.” His teeth actually chattered.

“Want to move this to the bedroom?” Jaxon asked.

Two pairs of predatory eyes bored into him. Suddenly Mike hesitated. He felt like Red Riding Hood facing down the big, bad wolves.

A wicked grin split Slade’s face. “I don’t bite. Not unless you want me to.”

Heat coiled in Mike’s belly and he shuddered. “Bite me— please.”

At first Slade thought this was just about the sex—just a shifter with a willing playmate inviting him to join in so they could relieve the stress of their situation by fucking their brains out.

But as he reclined on the king-size bed with Jax, their heads propped on pillows, their eyes focused on the bathroom door, he knew this would not be a purely physical act. He would have preferred not to let emotion color their interaction, but Mike had saved his life after all. And offered a way out that would keep them alive—at least for a little while longer. Mike and Jaxon knew more about him than anyone else in the world. Things like that created a lasting bond between men.

Mike finally appeared in the doorway, a towel slung around his hips. He was drying his hair with another towel. Slade could understand why Jax wanted him. The blue-eyed blond, with his flirtatious glances, was so fucking hot Slade could already feel those sexy lips wrapped around his cock as he thrust into Mike’s mouth.

But it was obvious that Mike was much more than just a human playmate. Something in his eyes pulled at Slade. A look that said, I care about you and I’ll cherish you. It made his heart ache.

Slade averted his gaze from those eyes and turned to Jaxon. The other shifter was focused on Mike, too. His long, thickly veined dick pointed at the ceiling. He wrapped his hand around it and tugged. “Hurry it up,” he urged Mike hoarsely.

Mike dropped both towels and licked his lips. Like a starving man who couldn’t decide what to eat first, his eyes shifted from Jaxon’s leaking cock to Slade’s. He crawled up between the two men, licking a path up Jaxon’s hairy thigh to his stomach then circling his navel.

Slade’s hand found its way to his shaft, and he stroked himself while he watched. He was as desperate to lick the beads of cum forming at Jaxon’s cockhead as he was to have the man’s dick in his ass later. It took a lot of willpower to stop himself from reaching over and grabbing a hold of him,
but not being sure of his place here, he waited for an invitation.

Jax gripped Mike’s hair and pulled him up. “I want to watch you and Slade.”

Did I hear right?
Slade’s erection dripped like a leaky faucet. Knowing Jax wanted to watch him and Mike was incredibly sexy. Knowing he’d finally get his hands on Mike was even sexier.

Mike leaned in for a kiss then turned his attention to Slade. He lowered his head over Slade’s chest and tongued each nipple, licking and sucking until Slade let out a deep groan.

Jax groaned as well. “Tell him what you want, Slade.”

“Suck me, Mike,” Slade gritted out.

“Good choice. He gives a mean blow job.”

Without a word, Mike bent his head to the task and rubbed his face over Slade’s cock. He hadn’t shaved, and Slade relished the scrape of his stubble on sensitive flesh.

Slade shifted into a better position, and he felt Jaxon’s lips skate over his jaw to claim his mouth in a heated kiss. Slade opened to him, and Jax traced Slade’s tongue with his. The kiss deepened, and when Jax finally pulled away, Slade gripped the back of his neck and stopped him. He wanted more.
What the fuck?
Slade had never been big on kissing. Too emotional, it wasn’t the connection he’d been after. That could have been because he’d never been kissed by anyone like these men. The wolf and his human knew how to lock lips, and they obviously enjoyed it. Slade was finding out that he did, too.

Jaxon chuckled. “Just going to the bathroom. I won’t be long.”

As Jax slid off the bed he bit Mike’s ass. Mike yelped and released Slade’s cock.

“Couldn’t resist.” He grinned at Mike’s shocked expression. “I’ll kiss it and make it better when I come back.” Jax headed toward the bathroom. “Get him hot and ready, but don’t let him come,” he threw over his shoulder.

“Hey?”

But Mike’s wet, warm mouth sucked Slade in and he hissed in a deep breath. Mike’s nose pressed up against his bush, and Mike’s talented tongue swirled around the base of his cock.
Damn!
Not too many guys could take all of him. Not human guys anyway. Slade tried to twist his fingers in Mike’s short hair. He’s gotta let that hair grow. Slade reminded himself that he wouldn’t be around that long. Then a hand cupped his sac, fondling one ball then the other, and his thoughts fragmented. It was all good. Too good. Slade had a feeling he’d shoot before Jax made it back.

“God, Mike. Yes, like that.” Every tug on his cock brought him closer to an orgasm. His hips lifted off the bed and rocked, sending his cock deeper still.

Mike’s lips slid up his shaft, and he twirled his tongue around the head of Slade’s cock before opening his throat to swallow him deep. Slade moaned when he felt his dick hit the back of Mike’s throat. His balls tightened. “Ah, fuck. I’m not gonna last.”

Mike’s finger played at his hole and sent him over the edge. A growl rumbled up from his chest, and he came long and hard. Mike swallowed his load like a champ.

Jax stepped into the bedroom just as Mike was licking his half-hard prick clean.

“It’s about time,” Slade muttered.

“I thought you could last longer.” Jax shook his head at Slade. “Good thing, I know you have a quick recovery.” Jax glanced over at Mike. “What? He’s a wolf. We all have good staying power.”

“Convenient. You two can amuse each other when I’m on empty.”

“Look at it this way,” Jax told Mike. “You’ll be able to rest up, and when you’re ready, we’ll still be willing.”

Slade figured it was time to jump in and give Mike a pat on the back. “You were right, Jax. He knows how to suck cock.” He pulled Mike in for a kiss. “I’ll return the favor, promise.”

Jax flopped down next to them. “I know you enjoyed him. I was watching from the bathroom.”

“Hey, no fair.” Mike pouted.

Jaxon’s lips grazed Mike’s ear. “Loved watching you suck him. It was hot.” Their lips met in a real kiss. “He tastes good on you.”

The words woke up Slade’s cock, and he fisted it. He leaned back against the pillows and savored the sight of Mike and Jax groping each other’s muscular flesh. They looked so good together, one dark, the other fair. They knew each other’s wants, knew all the sensitive spots that would heighten arousal. Jax pinned Mike under him and mapped his body with his tongue. Slade wanted those lips on his body. He stroked himself faster.

Mike moaned and rocked his pelvis against Jaxon’s hips. They played as if they had all the time in the world and nothing to worry about. The green-eyed monster reared its ugly head, and Slade beat it down. He didn’t have the right to be jealous. He should be happy they invited him to play and just enjoy it while it lasted.

Slade usually wanted to get down to business, to fuck and be fucked, but there was something to be said for watching. It was sexy as fuck.
Hell, I’m going to come again just from watching them.
Slade’s hand moved faster and his breath speeded up.
What the fuck—

Jaxon’s hand fell on his, stopped him. “I’m going to fuck him, Slade, while he sucks you off again.” Jax looked at Slade’s rampant erection and snickered. “If you can hold off, that is.”

“I can hold off.” Slade grunted and looked down at Mike.

“I’m in.” Mike said hoarsely. He pulled his legs back to his chest.

“That’s my boy.” Jax leaned over to kiss him and then held up a tube of lubricant. “I found this in the bathroom.” He lubed his cock and Mike’s ass, inserted a finger to stretch him, then two. “You ready?” he asked Mike hoarsely.

“God, yes. Fuck me, Jax.”

Jax guided his cock to Mike’s entrance and pushed past the tight muscle. Mike groaned at the contact.

Slade groaned, too, afraid he’d go off just watching them.

Jax stared at him. “Take it easy, Slade. We won’t leave you hanging.”

Slade nodded, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the spot where their bodies joined. Mike looked up at him with glazed eyes. “Want you, Slade.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. Slade straddled Mike’s body. His weeping dick nudged Mike’s lips and Mike sucked his cockhead greedily.

Jax leaned forward to kiss Slade’s neck. “Fuck him good,” he whispered in his ear then pulled back. “Wrap your legs around me, lover.”

Slade wished he could watch Jax thrusting into Mike, but soon the pleasure of having Mike’s mouth on his heated flesh again wiped out everything else. Mike’s groans around his cock heightened his excitement and he fucked the human’s mouth harder and faster. The sounds and scent of sex hung over them, and Slade couldn’t hold off much longer. When he heard Jax howl behind him, he exploded in Mike’s mouth with a growl of his own. He pulled out of Mike and twisted his head in time to see Mike shoot on Jaxon’s chest.
Fucking hot!

Slade settled down next to Mike and kissed him. Jax lay on Mike’s left, and they framed him like bookends. He reached over him to run a hand lazily over Slade’s chest. “We work well together.”

Slade thought so, too, but he didn’t answer. His eyes were drifting shut…

* * * *

Something woke Slade from a great dream. He was having the best sex of his life with two hot men. He glanced over to his left and saw Jaxon and Mike in a tight embrace. Hell, it was no dream. “No fair,” he mumbled. “You should have waked me.”

Jax looked over at Slade. “You’re awake now.” He got off the bed, grabbed Mike’s ankles, and pulled him until his hips rode the edge of the mattress. “Put your feet flat on the floor.” He glanced over at Slade. “Slade. Stand in front of him.”

Unbelievable.
Jax was like a fucking director positioning his actors for a porn flick.

Maybe Slade should have been annoyed at being ordered around, but he discovered he liked it. Sometimes it felt good to give up control, especially when he knew where it was all leading. He stood between Mike’s thighs, his cock twitching with excitement, and grinned down at him. “I can’t wait to get inside you, baby.” All those nights Slade imagined Jax and Mike together, their bodies hot and sweaty, writhing and humping. Now it was reality. And he was an active participant. Too good to be true.

“Take it slow,” Jaxon urged. “I stretched him for you, but much as I hate to admit it, you might be a little bigger than me. Don’t hurt him.” His hard cock slipped between Slade’s cheeks, and Slade rocked back against him as he pressed a tube into Slade’s hand.

Slade took the lube and nodded, but he didn’t take his eyes off Mike’s.

Jax began kissing and sucking on his neck. Then he reached around and tugged on Slade’s nipples. His cock grew harder than it had ever been.

Mike raised his legs back, gripping his calves and pulling his knees close to his chest, shamelessly baring his buttocks for Slade.

“That’s a pretty picture,” Slade murmured. He squeezed out some lube and warmed it between his palms before pushing a slippery
finger up Mike’s asshole. Mike moaned and writhed.

“You okay?”

“God, yes. More.”

Slade added another finger and warmed him up with some deep, slow thrusts. He removed his fingers and got on the bed, placing a knee on either side of Mike’s hips. He lined up his cock and slid home. Mike groaned and opened his legs wider.

Slade lowered himself to rest his chest on Mike’s and as they kissed
Slade felt Jax behind him, running his hands over Slade’s back and the cheeks of his ass. 

Slade couldn’t see Jax, and that in itself was a turn-on. Desperate to be filled, he shoved his ass back. “Want you, Jax.” Slade muttered hoarsely.

“I know. I’m gonna get you ready.”

Slade didn’t need the lube, but Jaxon’s cool fingers between his cheeks felt good. His cockhead felt better. Once he was buried, Jax ground his hips in slow circles.

“Do it, Jax. Fuck me,” he groaned as he thrust into Mike. Mike clutched the sheets in his fists, moaning.

“You want it hard or soft?” Jax asked him.

“Hard. Fuck me hard.”

Jax gripped Slade’s hips already in motion, and he moved in long strokes that raked Slade’s prostate on each forward thrust.
Slade took his rhythm, and together they formed a heated sexual wave from the back to the front.
Their three connected bodies felt right, and unfamiliar emotions swept over Slade. What were these men doing to him? Lust or love? He didn’t know what love felt like. He concentrated on the lust.

Jax groaned over his shoulder. “Fuck him hard and fast, Slade, like you want me to fuck you.”

Mike exhaled in heavy pants. Behind Slade, Jaxon’s breathing speeded up. “God, you feel good.” He grunted over Slade’s shoulder.

The scent of sex, and the sound of slapping flesh drove him on. Slade sucked air between his teeth and fisted Mike’s cock. “How’s this feel?”

“Fucking great.”

Slade pumped and pulled, spreading pre-cum over Mike’s shaft.

“Yeah. Like that.” Mike’s eyes met his, and Slade wished he could read that look. There was something needy there and something else…then Mike’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he gripped the sheets. As good as felt to have Jax inside him, it was ten times better to see the pleasure in Mike’s face and know he put it there.

Jax went deeper with each thrust. Unintelligible animal sounds came up from his throat. It made no sense and perfect sense at the same time. Mike’s cries grew louder and louder. His hips jerked.

Jax grunted with every thrust, slamming into him harder and harder. Pleasure burned a path up his spine.

“Stroke him, Slade. Bring him with us.”