Their Bounty (Four Mercenaries 1)

“How shall we do this?” Tank asked, sliding his fingers up Clover’s jaw until he pushed one between his lips.

Drake’s skin darkened by the minute, his eyes two black crystals about to melt. “I want to see him exposed for us,” he said, pulling all of Clover’s locks to one side and tying them into a loose braid. “I want to see everything.”

“Sounds good,” Tank said, moving his hand up and down Clover’s spine, until the trail of heat it created turned into a permanent path that demanded more touch.

The throbbing in Clover’s shoulder was quickly melting away in favor of excitement. A physical manifestation of where he belonged was now inside his body. He craved Drake as much as Tank, and having them both in his bed was an impossible dream playing out in real life.

Tank pulled the robe all the way off him, leaving Clover naked and ready for devouring. The shuddery gasp coming from behind him made Clover move forward and stretch while on all fours, his gaze meeting Drake’s. Their lust was invisible hands, already kneading his flesh and burning their names into his skin.

“How do you want me, Daddy?”

Conscious of the effect he had on both his lovers, he arched his back like a cat asking for petting, and looked over his shoulder at the dark smile pulling on Tank’s lips. He’d had so much sex in his life, yet none of his previous lovers had offered him this level of adoration. For the men of his past, he’d been only another body to be used for pleasure, but his four mercenaries saw what was hidden on the inside. For the first time, someone cared about who Clover was as a person. A person worthy of affection, time, and effort.

Worth risking their lives for.

“Get on your knees, put your cheek on the bed, and your arms alongside your body,” Tank asked, his hand already hovering over Clover’s back.

With them, Clover wasn’t just focused on his own pleasure or what he could get out of a relationship. He wanted to give back. Find out what would make Drake and Tank happy and give it to them.

He spread his thighs wider and let his face fall into the pillow in front of him. It still smelled of Tank’s shampoo and he smiled, catching Drake’s hungry gaze from above his shoulder. “Like this, Daddy?”

Tank took in a sharp breath and finally pressed him down with that massive hand. “Seeing you like this makes me very happy. You’re a good boy. So obedient for us. Your pink little hole’s already twitching.”

Drake’s long fingers pulled his hand until it was aligned with his foot. Clover’s breath hitched when he realized what position they wanted him in, but he didn’t protest and let himself enjoy the touch while Drake covered his wrists and ankles with soft leather restraints. Drake worked fast, and soon enough, Clover’s wrists were attached to his legs on either side which left him exposed and his muscles aching from the unusual stretch.

Hot shivers crawled up his body when Tank and Drake both touched his inner thighs—circles were gently drawn on one side while the other got squeezed as if his muscles were dough. Clover tried to arch off the mattress, but with the bondage preventing him from moving around much, he settled on curling his toes as pleasure trickled up his body, fueling his messy thoughts.

Tank walked his fingers along Clover’s spine, all the way to his nape, but then pulled away to take off his T-shirt. Clover instantly turned his head to ogle the dusky, tattooed skin, the wide shoulders and meaty pecs that made him salivate.

Their eyes met, and Tank grinned as he unbuckled his belt. “Ever seen a needier boy in your life, Drake? One cock isn’t enough for him. He needs four.”

Clover mewled when the mattress yielded under Drake’s weight and Drake’s warm hands landed on his ass.

“You know the saying, Clover. Careful what you wish for.” But despite the teasing, Drake kissed the small of Clover’s back and rubbed his stubble against it. Clover writhed at the touch, and when the bindings kept him in place, so vulnerable to anything his men might want to do with him, his cock filled at a rapid pace.

“Who knows, maybe we’ll have you wait until the others come back? How else could you be satisfied, you nasty thing?” Tank asked, delivering a slap to Clover’s buttocks.

Excitement became a frantic need when he first massaged out the aching spot and then slid right between his legs, past his hole, and cupped his cock and balls in a gesture that spoke of ownership.

Clover’s breath had already quickened, but his arousal grew with each heartbeat. He’d become so comfortable with his partners that shame wasn’t a thing anymore, but a bit of shyness still crept in because of the awkward position the restraints had forced him into. A position which communicated that his only purpose was to bend over and take dick after dick, until all his men were spent.