Cole's Mistake (Haven, Texas 8)

“Please, Sir,” she begged. “I’ll be so good from now on. I promise.”

She crossed her fingers behind her back then heard a snort. Turning she looked at Cole and realized he’d seen her.

“She was crossing her fingers behind her back, wasn’t she?” Julian asked.

“Yep.”

She glared at Cole. Way to rat her out. He just winked back at her. God, he made a delicious sight with his ass high in the air, the flared head of the plug sticking out, his hands bound.

“You’re a little brat who is getting her ass reddened later,” Julian told her. “But you can watch me take him.”

He walked over to her. “Get a condom and the lube. Put the condom on me. Good. Now coat me in the lube.”

She squirted the lube into the palm of her hand then ran it over his hard shaft. He shuddered, and leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I want you to keep an eye on Cole as I enter him. Make certain he’s okay.”

Warmth filled her at Julian’s caring. She nodded, smiling up at him. He kissed her lightly before drawing away.

“Baby, put that cock ring on Cole, would you? Then play with him until he’s nice and hard.”

Oh goody.

Julian nearly smiled as Cole groaned. He untied the rope that secured him to the headboard, but kept his hands secured in the cuffs. Then he moved back to the foot of bed.

“Cole, shuffle back here.” The bed sat low to the ground and since Julian was a tall guy, Cole’s ass was pretty much at the perfect height for him to take him while standing here. Grasping the base of the plug, he gently twisted it as Keira reached under to slip the cock ring around the base of the other man’s dick.

He heard Cole’s breath come in hard pants. Keira was obviously playing with his cock. Fuck. Now he wanted to be the one to watch. But he wanted to sink himself into the other man’s ass more. He slid the plug out of his ass, placing it on the floor. He’d take care of it later.

“Is he hard, kitten?” he asked Keira.

“Oh, yes. The cock ring isn’t going anywhere.”

“Good. Stand back and watch.” He waited until she stood alongside the bed, in position to both watch him fucking Cole and to keep an eye on the other man. He pushed his c

ock into his ass slowly. Prepared to stop at any sign of pain.

Keira gave him a thumbs up and a happy smile. “Cole, you good?” he asked.

“Christ, yes. Move. I need more of you.”

Well, far be it from him to deny him. Sweat coated his skin and he wished he could take off his T-shirt, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. He strained to keep his movements slow and steady when he wanted to move fast and hard. Finally, he slipped fully inside, pushed in deeply.

He grasped hold of Cole’s hips, holding him still. “Fuck, you feel so damn good.”

Cole grunted. “Feel better if you moved.”

Julian just shook his head and reaching under, he gave the other man’s cock a few jacks with his hand.

Cole groaned. “Shit. Shit.”

“Kitten, go give Cole something to do with his mouth. I think he could use a distraction and your pretty pussy is perfect.”

Keira smiled as she got into place at the head of the bed, her legs spread wide. Cole didn’t need any further direction; he dropped his head to suckle on her nipple as Julian pulled out of his ass and then drove himself back inside him.

Hell. Yes. So good. So incredibly good.

He drew out. Slammed forward. Hearing Cole’s groan, he reached under again to find him hard and aching. Perfect.

By now, Cole’s mouth was buried between Keira’s legs. She was flushed, flyaway pieces of hair clinging to her sweaty forehead.