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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?

“God, yes.”

Richard ran a hand along my jaw, his bright green eyes fixated on me. I tilted my chin and drew his finger into my mouth, sucking in time with Matthew's pulls of my cock. Richard watched my mouth work him, and he gulped down a stiff swallow.

He slid his finger from my mouth and lifted my right arm over my head. He wrapped a rope around my wrist, stretched my arm taut, and tied off the rope, then restrained my left arm in the same way. My heart pounded. Knowing I couldn't get away from them heightened every sensation.

“You tell me if anything hurts,” he said.

“Yeah. Okay.”

Matthew moaned, and my cock vibrated in his mouth. Was it the idea of me tied up, or was he that turned on from sucking me? His