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me.”
    “Don't stop. Need to come... ”
    “Watch me.” He moved again, slow at first, then picking up speed. The muscles of his arms flexed, and his fingers dug into my hips. I wanted to run my hands over his thick muscles, bury my nose in his chest, and devour his scent. My hands twitched from their self-imposed prison.
    With each thrust, my toes curled. My legs shot higher and squeezed around him. My eyes rolled, and I let them fall shut.
    Everything stopped.
    “Fuck.” My voice cracked. I opened my eyes wide.
    “I'm trying to, Luke.” Richard's voice sounded as strained as mine, but his eyes teased. He held still for a moment more. Then he shoved into me with a long, hard plunge.
    “Yes, don't stop.”
    Matthew giggled. The sound was low and sexual, but it was still a giggle.
    Every time my eyes closed, Richard stopped moving, stopped driving into me. As soon as I made eye contact with him, he started again. His hips slammed faster than before. The sound of our bodies coming together and the groans and hums from Matthew filled the room.
    The frustration built. This wasn't a quick fuck to get off like many of my nights at the club. This was a slow buildup of need. And deep down, I liked it. I needed it.
    After I held Richard's stare for a few more slaps of balls to ass, he spoke again. “Kid, stroke him.”
    Matthew didn't play around. He worked my cock with his hand until pleasure flooded my shaft. I stared at Richard as I shuddered and rode out my orgasm. Only at the end of my spasms did my eyes close and my head tilt back.
    Richard was too far gone to care. Between his clenched teeth, the word “Christ” slithered out like a hiss. His body rocked with pleasure until he collapsed onto my chest, my legs still in the air.
    Matthew's hand sped over his own dick, and warm cum spilled over my leg. His forehead landed on my arm. Maybe he thought I was the pillow.
    Richard's breathing sounded as labored as mine. “Damn. That... that was great.” He lifted up and planted a long, deep kiss on my lips.
    What the fuck?
    I wanted to push him away. We'd already come. I didn't need him to kiss me. But I didn't stop him. I opened my mouth and caressed his tongue with my own.
    He gave one last soft press of his lips to mine, leaned to the side, and kissed Matthew.
    I couldn't take my eyes off them.
    I loved that Richard's prick was still buried in my ass while he kissed Matthew. I loved that he hadn't rolled off and gotten dressed as soon as he'd finished fucking me. And what the hell did that mean? I was always the first one out the door after the cum went flying. I shifted, trying to give him a clue.
    Richard held Matthew's gaze for a moment before he gripped the condom and withdrew. He stood and unfastened my restraints, checking each wrist and rubbing each hand. “Are you okay?”
    I swallowed and searched for my voice. “Yeah. You know what you're doing.” God, does he know what he's doing.
    He grabbed towels from the cabinet and sprawled across the foot of the bed, tossing each of us a towel. “I don't like to cause any pain. That's not my thing.”
    Matthew lifted his head from my arm and rolled onto his back.
    I settled my hands behind my head and relaxed into the sated warmth, feeling calm, comfortable, alive.
    The fact that a sexual experience had caused the feeling gave me pause. Sex was for pleasure. During the act I wanted to fly, feel a loss of control, a release. But when it was done, it was over. It wasn't supposed to make me feel so damn secure.
    Matthew rose onto his elbows and stared across the room. The question came out in a hurry on the trail of a long breath. “Are either of you going to be back anytime soon?”
    I'd just gotten my brains fucked out, but I was pretty sure I'd given them my usual remarks about keeping it to a one-time thing.
    “Maybe,” Richard said.
    I slid to the end of the bed, stood, and threw on my pants and shoes.
    “Matthew, you can use the shower if you want,” Richard