Disorder in the House, Page 2

  Glen had wanted to jump in and play with Wade and Justin last night, but after a hellish week at work, his forty-two-year-old body had noped out on them. He’d had to settle for dozing and watching while Wade had fun torturing and fucking their sweet boy.

  Right now, Glen wanted to fuck this morning boner soft inside Justin’s fine ass. He shifted his grip from Justin’s hips back to holding his shoulders again as he plowed him. Sure, it was mean milking their boy and not giving him an orgasm, but wasn’t the meanest thing he’d ever done to him.

  Hell, wasn’t even the meanest thing Wade had ever done to him over the course of their relationship. Yeah, Glen was a sadistic Dom, and yeah, he preferred being Top, but before Justin perfectly slotted himself into their lives and completed their dynamic the two of them had switched countless times for the sake of fairness, peace, and evil, sexy fun.

  Wade’s gorgeous brown eyes looked even darker this morning as he met Glen’s gaze and watched him fucking their boy.

  Theirs.

  Somehow, life had turned perfect and tossed them a handful of love and light and said, Here, enjoy.

  Glen never took a minute of it for granted, either.

  “You gonna tease me all day too, Dub?” he asked.

  Wade sat up and kissed him, one hand hooking behind his head and holding him in place even as Glen continued fucking Justin.

  “Yeah,” Wade hoarsely said.

  Uh-oh.

  Glen recognized his tactical error when Wade shifted position, planted a hand between Glen’s shoulders, and shoved him forward. Not ready for it, Glen barely managed to keep from crushing Justin beneath him and somehow kept his elbows under him to hold him up.

  Wade was wide awake now, another miscalculation on Glen’s part. Wade braced his forearm across Glen’s back, shifting his full weight onto him and forcing Glen to keep his elbows braced on the mattress so Justin could breathe. Glen didn’t need to ask what Wade was up to.

  The way Wade forced Glen’s thighs apart with his own told him all he needed to know.

  One-handed, Wade grabbed another condom pouch from the bed and tore it open with his teeth, rolling it on before slathering his cock with lube.

  “I’m not exactly ready, Dub,” Glen said.

  A low, throaty chuckle met that statement. “Don’t care.”

  Oh, fuck. Glen’s cock throbbed with need where it was now buried deep inside Justin’s ass.

  Okay, yeah, so he didn’t mind it when Wade felt like being a Top to him every so often.

  Every guy liked to feel needed.

  Below him, Justin started tensing his ass around Glen’s cock in a playfully cheeky way.

  Glen didn’t even bother protesting. Instead, he nuzzled the top of Justin’s left shoulder. “Hang on, buddy. This ride is gonna get rough.” Then Glen bit down again as the thick head of Wade’s cock pressed against his rim.

  Below him, Justin groaned, trying to rock his hips but completely pinned between him and the mattress.

  Above him, Wade was making slow and tolerable progress, but Glen still grunted as his husband’s cock stretched him open.

  “Jesusfuck, you’re…tight,” Wade gasped.

  Glen groaned, not wanting to blow his load this soon. “Your fault. Been at least a month since you fucked me.”

  “Mmm.” Wade paused, giving Glen a chance to flex his own ass around Wade’s shaft.

  One night about a year after the two of them had moved in together, following a particularly hot night when Glen had willingly bottomed to Wade and given him permission to go full-on Dom on him, he’d admitted it was fucking hot when Wade had simply taken what he wanted, just like this.

  It spoke to Glen’s primal side and hardened his cock like steel. Even this many years later, the memory of that night could still stiffen him like a damn horny teenager.

  Wade damn well knew it, too. Which was why every so often Glen would do the same thing to him.

  He breathed through it, trying to relax, his body processing the conflicting and simultaneous sensations of pain and pleasure in a way that drove his desire even higher.

  Yeah, he was one unapologetically sick puppy.

  He released his bite on Justin’s shoulder and took a deep breath. “Fuuuuck, Dub. That’s playing dirty.”

  “Yep.” Wade shoved his cock hard and deep inside him, making Glen cry out and almost explode as Wade bottomed out inside him.

  “Fuck fuck fuck-fuck fuck!” Glen gasped.

  Below him, Justin giggled, prompting Glen to shove his cock deeper inside Justin and turning his giggle into a moan.

  Another throaty chuckle from Wade. “Mmm-hmm.”

  “Dammit, Dub,” he grumbled. “Not fair taking advantage of my weakness.” He nuzzled the nape of Justin’s neck and kissed him.

  “Woke me…up. Own fault.”

  “Fucker.”

  Wade snorted. But he sat up and grabbed Glen by the hips and took a long, slow stroke out and in again. “Better get…moving. We have a…second cage.”

  “Oh, no, you aren’t locking me up, buddy.” Glen sat up and looked at him over his shoulder.

  Wade wore that sexy-as-fuck smirk that had gotten him laid by Glen countless times over their years together.

  “I’m…not?”

  “No!”

  “You still…owe me from four weeks…ago.”

  “What? I—” His jaw snapped shut. “Oh, fuck,” Glen muttered.

  Wade arched an eyebrow at him, his smirk widening.

  Busted.

  Chapter Two

  Four weeks ago, Justin had been in the middle of a crucial stage of a study he was working on. He’d returned home from work that night a little before eight, suffering from a horrible headache that looked like it was turning into a migraine.

  Meanwhile, Wade, who’d arrived home from work more than a little horny and in a troublemaking mood of the fun and sexy kind, had spent the evening winding Glen up and fully intending on turning him loose on Justin when their boy returned home.

  Except it’d taken every ounce of gentle persuasion—and more than a little Domly will—that Glen and Wade had in them to coax Justin into eating some homemade chicken soup and drinking some peppermint tea before he’d collapsed for the night. Especially once they’d learned Justin had worked through lunch and forgotten to eat.

  Which had probably contributed to Justin’s headache.

  That meant Glen needed an outlet for all the sadistic energy Wade had helped stoke.

  Sure, Glen could have gone out to the pool or hot tub—or even lain there in bed with them—and rubbed one out…but where was the fun in that? Plus, it wouldn’t have felt nearly as satisfying after the type of buildup he’d endured all evening.

  Feeling slightly guilty, and after more than a little wheedling on Glen’s part, Wade had offered to take one for the team and completely bottom to Glen for the night, both in bed and for play.

  With a quid pro quo clause attached.

  Glen would have agreed to nearly anything by that point to get his nut the way he wanted. That night, Glen had tied Wade up, bent him over the back of the couch, and fucked his brains out after caning his ass red and leaving him covered in scratches and bite marks.

  Now, it was time to pay the piper.

  Some of their hottest nights had occurred during the redemption of QPQ clauses.

  “Thought you wanted us to breed our boy tonight,” Glen said.

  Wade smirked. “Plenty of time for you…to recharge.” His smile faded, gaze narrowing into that sexy, dangerous edge Glen loved and which had the power to flip him every time. “Especially…if I…cage you.”

  Yeah, Glen’s cock was twitching with need. No, he wasn’t submissive, but over the years he and Wade had both come to love times like these, even when playing the bottom.

  They’d each learned exactly how to push the other’s buttons in Top or bottom mode.

  Wade had his number, but good.

  “You really want to do that t
o me, Dub?” Part of Glen was grumbling fuck, no.

  But even deeper inside, part of him had already rolled over onto his back, spread his legs, and had his cock throbbing and heart eagerly racing at the thought of being caged and stuffed by his sexy hubby.

  Wade’s hand shot out and fisted Glen’s blond hair, wrenching his head back as his dangerous smile returned. “Yep.”

  Justin chose that moment to clamp his ass down on Glen’s cock again, catching him by surprise and tipping him too far over the edge for him to stop his climax.

  “Goddammit!” Glen gasped, trying to thrust and catch up, at least have a chance to enjoy it.

  But then Wade jerked Glen’s head back even more, twisting him at an odd angle and keeping him from being able to so much as attempt to enjoy a remotely satisfying fuck.

  “No!” Glen wailed.

  A soft, evil laugh chuffed from Wade. “Whoops.”

  “You fucker,” Glen grumbled.

  Under Glen, Justin laughed.

  Wade slanted his lips over Glen’s. “Mine,” he softly said, staring into Glen’s eyes. “Both of you.”

  Who was he kidding? If Wade was truly feeling some heavy-duty toppy oats today, like hell would he tap out and spoil the fun.

  * * * *

  What Wade really wanted to do was flip the tables on Glen in a way his guy wasn’t even close to expecting. It’d been a while since Glen had spent a little time on the bottom, and while Justin had no interest in “topping” either of them in play, he definitely didn’t mind having his cock ridden, or fucking one of them when he felt like it.

  Wade knew all he’d have to do would be to get Glen so horny he could barely see straight and flat-out give Justin an order to ride Glen, and Wade could be taking part in some really hot and heavy fun. Justin spent all week with a weighty amount of responsibilities on his shoulders and a seriously engrained fierce work ethic. He was a cancer researcher because the disease had killed his mom. He always put a ton of pressure on himself.

  At home, all he wanted—and what he truly needed—was their love and attention, their persuasion to allow him to slip his brain into neutral and just be.

  Because they loved him the perfect way he was.

  “How’s your…cock, boy?” Wade asked Justin without releasing Glen.

  “Not ready again yet, Master.”

  Wade smiled and nuzzled Glen’s nose. “Cock cage. Butt plug. My choice.”

  Glen rolled his eyes, but Wade didn’t miss the way his gorgeous blue eyes softened at the outer edges, the way his lids dropped just a smidge. “Fine.”

  Not nearly enough snark in that reply to tell Wade he truly wasn’t into this. “Game…on.”

  “Fucker,” Glen whispered, trying to steal another kiss from him.

  “For…you, yes.” He denied Glen the kiss. Instead, Wade shoved him forward again, one hand on Glen’s hip and one clamped down on his shoulder as he started plowing his guy.

  He needed this nut busted now.

  Glen ended up on his elbows again, biting down on Justin’s shoulder as he groaned through Wade’s vicious plowing. But Glen wasn’t fooling Wade in the slightest. His guy was fucking back against him with every thrust and really grinding.

  Then he realized Glen might already be on his way to getting hard again. So he paused, gripped Glen’s hips with both hands, and pulled him free of Justin’s ass.

  “Nooo!” Glen howled around his mouthful of Justin’s shoulder, which made Wade laugh out loud.

  Yep. He knew his guy. Glen was frequently insatiable on Saturday mornings, especially if he hadn’t had a chance to really let loose in a couple of days.

  Under Glen, Justin laughed, knowing what happened.

  A threatening growl rolled from Glen, punctuated by another yelp as Wade smacked Glen hard on his left ass cheek before he resumed fucking him again. Wade didn’t even care about the rhythm, forcing Glen to figure it out and start moving in time with him again. Before long, though, Glen had released his bite on Justin’s shoulder. His head had dropped, forehead pressed between Justin’s shoulders as he held on and dug in, fucking back into Wade’s thrusts.

  There he is.

  Yeah, he was sure he’d find Glen was a horny, needy mess by the time he got his own.

  Which was exactly how he wanted him today.

  * * * *

  Justin knew Glen would make him pay later for his laughter and didn’t even care. Wade had flipped Glen into a bottom headspace in the space of just a couple of minutes.

  Meaning both of them would be under the Dom’s spell for the rest of the day.

  Glen in that “playmate” mode, as Justin had dubbed it, was as much fun as Glen in Daddy or Sir mode.

  He wasn’t one of those subbies who couldn’t stand seeing their Owner switch. On the contrary, he loved watching the men play together like that.

  The complete and uninhibited trust they had in each other, which was the only way that kind of dynamic worked for them.

  It didn’t diminish either man, in Justin’s eyes. It made them stronger, more well-rounded. It was his personal opinion that it made both men better Tops overall, because they knew what things felt like, knew even more intimately the things to do to drop Justin into subspace and keep him there.

  It wasn’t all kinky fuckery, either. There were plenty of times they just made love in bed, three husbands and not Master/Sir/boy. For sex, Justin didn’t mind being on top with either or both of them. He was still their boy.

  What he treasured above all was the love they had for him and each other, and that at the end of every night it was the three of them snuggled in bed, holding each other and dedicated to this perfection they shared.

  He’d been worried at first that his older sister, Rachel, might react badly to him having not one but two guys, and he shouldn’t have. She was kinky, too, and had been friends with both men for a while. Rachel and her husband and Master, Andrew, had been happy for the three of them.

  Since Glen and Wade had entered his life, Justin had felt the happiest he could ever remember. He had a great job that was both professionally and emotionally fulfilling. He had a stronger-than-ever relationship with Rachel since he’d moved from South Dakota to Sarasota, getting to see her nearly every week. He had Glen and Wade, and their families. While Glen’s sisters and both sets of the men’s parents weren’t exactly sure how to process Justin being the men’s “husband,” no one had turned their backs on them.

  Justin closed his eyes and lay there, his cock once again trying to protest being caged when there was sexytime to be had. Every stroke Wade took inside Glen’s ass shoved Glen against Justin, who couldn’t shift his hips and take some of the pressure off his lower body.

  Still can’t go back to sleep.

  Not that he was complaining, because he wasn’t.

  He’d never complain about these sweet and frisky mornings, pre-dawn or otherwise.

  Although, considering how early it still was, and that all three of them had gotten off—sort of—he wouldn’t be shocked if Wade announced after cleaning up that they could snuggle and sleep in.

  Above him, Glen’s gasps and groans as he and Wade fucked couldn’t be ignored.

  Nor could the way Glen’s cock was starting to re-inflate, smacking against his ass cheeks as Wade picked up the pace, intent on rounding the bases into home.

  Glen’s fingers closed over Justin’s, squeezing, his breath heavy in Justin’s right ear as he laid his face against Justin’s head.

  Justin squeezed his hands and nuzzled his head against Glen’s. “How’s that cock feel, Sir?”

  “Fucking amazing,” Glen gasped. “You know he is.”

  Yeah, Justin knew, all right. He’d been the lucky recipient of a nice hard fucking from that very same cock last night.

  Like this, everything else faded away, all worries, all responsibilities. He could just be and enjoy it, guilt-free.

  His men damn well knew what they were doing, and he loved them more than he had
the words to express.

  That’s why he showed them, every day. Whether it was getting their coffee or getting their rocks off, Justin lived to serve the men. He didn’t need a piece of paper legally designating them as his “husbands.” The wedding rings they all wore and the bed they shared were enough for him.

  Wade started making the familiar grunts that always turned Justin’s brain and balls into total jelly as his orgasm hit. Followed by the relieved gasp, a couple more thrusts…and then falling still with his cock buried inside Glen.

  For a moment, the only sounds filling the room were Glen and Wade’s breathing.

  Then a slap echoed off the walls, and Glen’s body bumped against Justin’s. “Sh…ower,” Wade ordered. “Clean up.”

  Glen softly snorted. “Oh, fuck. Here we go.”

  But he didn’t sound unhappy about that.

  Not in the slightest.

  Chapter Three

  Wade had to move first before anything else could happen. Glen winced as his guy pulled his softening cock from Glen’s ass and climbed out of bed.

  Glen unclipped Justin’s restraints and leaned in to kiss him, the younger man’s tight body warm and willing below him. “Gonna help the big, bad Dom torture Daddy today?”

  In the dim light, Justin’s green eyes looked almost emerald. “Does Daddy want me to?”

  He nuzzled his nose against Justin’s. “Daddy doesn’t mind in the least. Fair’s fair. Quid pro quo clause invoked. You slept through me torturing his ass that night.” Normally, Justin called him Sir by default. Wade was Master. That was more to prevent confusion when Justin was talking to them.

  But Glen’s Daddy mode was the mean, primal, bitey-scratchy mode. While Wade would tolerate a certain amount of that, it wasn’t his favorite form of play. Which was another reason why, in the past, they commonly had a third as a play-partner or sometimes even for sex, so Glen could unleash that side of himself without reservation.

  Justin loved Daddy mode, however. Glen never had to hold back with him.

  Glen sat up, allowing Justin to roll over and stare up at him. “I suspect he’s going to stick that one butt plug in you and torture you with it all day, Daddy.”