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  “My God! This ass,” Dario said.

  Liam laughed. “I know, right.” He leaned forward and gave me a firm smack, and I cooed in response.

  “You like that, baby?”

  “Yeah,” I said breathlessly, squirming when he smacked me again.

  Dario rubbed the places he smacked before sliding his hand between my cheeks, the side of his palm rubbing over my hole and making me moan.

  I could feel oil dripping down my balls and onto the towel under me. My cock throbbed beneath me as I heard them kiss again.

  I wanted to get up. I wanted to see their mouths entwined together, see them touching each other, but Liam’s strong grip held me down as Dario’s finger slipped inside me.

  “Ah,” I cried out as he quickly dove a second in, swirling them around with little regard as to how uncomfortably hard it made me.

  “He’s so tight,” Dario said with a groan.

  “We’ll just have to get our cocks in there, then. Loosen him up,” Liam said, before more smacking kisses echoed in my ears.

  I moaned, trying to shift my hips as Dario’s fingers thrust into me.

  “Mmm…” Liam smacked the head of his cock into my lips before his grip on my shoulder loosened. “Sit up, baby.”

  I quickly moved to oblige, breathing a sigh of relief when I sat up, taking my weight off my hard on.

  “My God. Look at that.” Dario licked his swollen, puffy lips as he looked at me.

  I looked down to see that my erection pointed straight up, making my towel into a perfect tent.

  Liam reached out his hand and I took it as he and Dario helped me off of the table. My heart thudded in my chest in nerves and anticipation.

  Oil dripped off of me, making a path down my thighs, dripping off my balls.

  Liam traced a hand across my chest and I realized it, too, was covered in oil.

  “Kiss me,” he said, pulling me into him. He kissed me hard, the kind of kiss we hadn’t given to each other in years. All tongue and teeth and heat. His hand wrapped around the back of my head, pulling me in deeper before he released me, nipping at my bottom lip before he turned to Dario.

  He waved him forward and Dario inched toward us. His uniform was practically see through it was so drenched, and I wondered if maybe there had been some sort of oil malfunction. It was everywhere, and I absolutely didn’t mind.

  Dario leaned in, giving one last look to Liam, who nodded, pushing his head forward until his lips met mine.

  Dario’s kiss was softer, but still hungery. His tongue was more timid as it traced over mine.

  Liam’s hand cupped the back of my head again, urging me to keep kissing him,, and I did so without resistance.

  Suddenly, Liam pulled us apart a little to insert his tongue into our kiss, flicking it against both of ours before he turned to give Dario a quick, wet kiss, and then turned to give me the same.

  He tugged at my towel and my rock hard cock sprang free. He quickly reached for it, stroking me gently enough to keep me from coming, but it was so soft, I thrust unconsciously into his hand wanting more.

  “Easy, baby,” he said, leaning forward to give me a quick peck before he turned his attention to Dario. “We have to undress our friend.”

  I nodded, reaching for Dario to help him get his oil soaked shirt off over his head. He was older, but he was in damn good shape. His body was a chiseled and sculpted like mine and Liam’s, and his swimmer’s shoulders were not to be missed. They bulged and gleamed with oil.

  I reached out, running my hands over them and down his chest, and he made a groaning sound that I felt go straight to my balls.

  Liam kept stroking me with one hand and reached the other out to follow the path of my hand down Dario’s chest.

  He gripped my hand resting at Dario’s waistband and guided it into his shorts where I felt a nice hard cock resting neatly against his thigh.

  Dario groaned some more as Liam guided my hand up and down his length.

  “You ready to ride that, baby?” Liam asked me.

  I nodded, unable to speak again.

  Liam snaked his hand under mine to stroke Dario. “That’s a fat ass cock, baby,” Liam said before pulling his hand out of Dario’s shorts.

  He stopped stroking me and turned me, leaning me over the table. “We’ve got to get that tight hole of yours ready to take all of that.”

  He pulled Dario in and pushed out heads together again. I kissed him without much prompting, running my fingers through his soft hair as I tongued his mouth. This kiss was more confident, more assured as we explored each other. His hands traced my neck as mine tangled in his tresses.

  I moaned into his mouth when Liam dropped to his knees, spreading my ass cheeks as he licked against my hole, flicking his tongue tauntingly against it before he traced a path to my balls, sucking them into his mouth and making my toes curl.

  “Fuck,” I swore against Dario’s lips, taking my hands out of his hair to hold my cheeks open for Liam as he trailed his tongue back to my hole. “Fuck, baby,” I cried out, resting my head against Dario’s.

  Dario placed his hand under my chin, forcing my lips back to his, and I squirmed as my body tensed under Liam and Dario tonging my holes.

  Liam finally let up only to sink his teeth into my left cheek and smack my right one.

  He climbed to his feet, inserting himself between our kiss again. I could taste myself on him, and it sent a tingle up my spine to know Dario was tasting me too.

  Liam must have had a similar thought. He pushed Dario to his knees, grabbing my cock and swinging it in front of him.

  Dario didn’t need instruction. He immediately leaned forward and took me into his mouth.

  “Ah.” I tightly gripped his hair as he sucked at my crown. His mouth was heaven, warm and wet with suction live a vacuum.

  “That’s it,” Liam encouraged. “Make it good.” He placed his hand on my chest. “My husband deserves it,” he said, leaning to nip at my nipples and sending sensations all through my body.

  He brought my lips to his in a quick kiss before he positioned himself behind me. He grabbed my wrists, pulling them behind me to place my hands on my ass cheeks.

  “Hold them open for me, baby. I want to fuck you while you get your dick polished.”

  I shook my head. It was too much. Dario’s mouth, Liam’s lips at me ear. “Fuck, baby, I can’t. I’m going to come.”

  “So, come,” Liam whispered. “I’m still going to fuck you, and then Dario is going to fuck you until there’s nothing left in you. And then,” his fingers slipped over my hole, circling it, “we’re going to cover you in cum and make you sleep in it.”

  That was it. That was all I could take. My toes curled so tight that they cramped. My hips shot forward as I came hard and hot into the back of Dario’s throat.

  It was one of the most intense and satisfying orgasms of my life, and I trembled as I watched Dario struggle to swallow down my load.

  Once he did, he licked his lips in satisfaction and looked up at me, the tiniest bit of my cum making a path down his sculpted chin.

  I barely had a minute to catch my breath before Liam’s cock sank into me, spreading me unexpectedly. I jolted, but Liam locked my arms behind me, holding me in place. He turned me, bending me back over the table so he could sink deeper into me.

  I convulsed, struggling against his intrusion so soon after coming. His dick harshly pressed against my prostate, and it was as agonizing as it was pleasurable.

  “Ah, God, Liam! Please. Fuck!” I cursed and cried and screamed as Liam pumped into me.

  My dick was half-erect again before he finally let up. He eased out of me, pushing me toward the bed where he guided me into the center to sit spread-open on all fours. He positioned himself in front of me, pressing his cock into my mouth.

  “Clean yourself off of my, baby. You know how I like it.”

  I opened my mouth to take him inside. I did know exactly how he liked it, and I swallowed him deep down my
throat, watching in satisfaction as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

  “Shiiiiiittt,” he cursed, dragging the word out. “Yeah.”

  He focused his gaze behind me and nodded.

  Suddenly, Dario’s hands were on my hips and I could feel his head gently pushing against my entrance.

  I moaned and the vibration made Liam’s eyes roll back again. He thrust into my mouth at the same time Dario pushed into my ass.

  I nearly screamed at the size of him, but Liam’s cock filled my throat, blocking any sound.

  My cock was fully hard again as I took both of them. Liam fucking my mouth and Dario drilling into my ass, his hands gripping tightly around my waist as he pounded more aggressively into me.

  He was so big, but his long strokes made his head tickle against the spot in my ass that sent a tingle through my whole body every time he pulled back.

  I was going to come again if he kept fucking me like that. Liam kept shouting encouragements as he braced my head while he pumped into my throat.

  “God, you’re gorgeous when you full of cock, baby,” Liam said, pushing me over the edge as the blankets on the bed grazed my flopping dick.

  “Coming,” I gurgled around Liam’s cock, drool making a puddle beneath me as he continued to own my mouth.

  He pulled out of me as I come again, vibrating from the impact.

  Dario pulled out with him, flipping me onto my back to settle into my drool and cum beneath me.

  Dario and Liam positioned themselves over me, stroking at their cocks as they aimed at my face. I opened my mouth, ready to taste them both, ready to wear them both. If I hadn’t been so spent, the thought would have made me rock hard.

  Dario came first, blowing a thick load over my lips and nose. I licked up everything that I could before dragging my tongue over the head of him to ensure I collected every drop.

  Liam came next, some of his seed spilling down my face and neck.

  Dario leaned in, cleaning up the bits of him that I couldn’t with his tongue and I shivered at the contact.

  “Shit,” Liam breathed as he collapsed next to me.

  We all rested there for a long moment before Dario began to snore next to me.

  Liam chuckled. “I guess he’s out,” he said.

  I nodded sleepily. “I’m not far behind him.”

  Liam tucked his finger under my chin and forced my eyes to meet his. “Was this…okay?” he asked, a bit of uncertainty flashing in his bright eyes.

  I smiled and gently kissed him. “This was perfect.”

  Liam grinned a million watt grin. “I love you, Greer. More than anything in the world. Being your husband is going to be the best thing I’ll ever do in my life.”

  I leaned up to kiss him more meaningfully. He still tasted like me, and I loved it. I loved him. Any doubts I’d ever had about it had completely washed away. He was the perfect man for me. He would always be the perfect man for me. I couldn’t ask for anything better than growing old and dying in his arms.

  “I love you, too, baby. Forever.”

  Excerpt of Kinkdom

  Antwon

  I brushed back Karlyle’s bangs to place a kiss on his forehead. He was adorable when he slept, his face mushed into the pillow and his bright-pink lips puffy with sleep.

  After seven and a half years, I still thought he was one of the most handsome men I’d ever seen. How many people could say that? How many people could honestly look at their spouse and think, damn, I landed a hottie?

  He groaned and caught my hand as I tried to step away from the bed. “Where are you going so early?” he asked, his voice groggy with sleep.

  “Quinn needs a ride to work this morning. I’m going to drop him off before Greyson.”

  He groaned again. “You should tell him to take the train. Both of them.”

  I smiled. “I should, but I won’t.”

  He kissed the back of my hand before he let me go. “I know you won’t. It’s why I love you.”

  “I love you too,” I whispered as I walked to the door.

  “Wait, babe!” Karlyle propped himself up on his elbows to look at me. His salted, dark hair was matted to his face on one side and his grey eyes glimmered against the white of our bedspread. His lips turned up at the corners as he looked at me. “Happy birthday! I’ll be here tonight to celebrate. Promise.”

  I grinned back at him, wondering if he really would be there when I got home from work. He’d never missed a birthday before, but things were different lately. He was more important now. Busier. “Thank you,” I said, reaching for the handle on the bedroom door. “I’ll bring home something special. We should celebrate you too, Mr. Top-Five Surgeon.”

  Karlyle’s face lit up, but his eyes seemed far away. “Sounds good, babe.”

  I nodded, pushing out of the door with a soft sigh. There seemed to be so much unsaid between us lately and it was getting harder and harder to convince myself that it was due to his hectic schedule. Harder and harder to convince myself not to check his phone when it buzzed at two in the morning. Harder and harder to ignore that he smelled like lavender soap after a long day at the office.

  I shook my head, pushing away the thoughts before I let them gnaw at me yet again. It was my birthday. If I wanted to drive myself crazy about my marriage, it’d have to wait until tomorrow.

  I trudged down the hallway, feeling antsy about getting a cup of coffee in me. My entire body felt like dead weight. I was a nine-to-five kind of guy. Getting Quinn to work by six thirty and Greyson to school by seven was going to require at least three shots of caffeine.

  Dragging my feet, I rounded the corner to the kitchen.

  “No, I’m for real. Ask your dad. I scored mad pussy in high school.”

  I furrowed my eyebrows as I watched Quinn excitedly recap his teenage escapades to my son.

  It was way too damn early. “I don’t know how this conversation started,” I said with a sigh as I made my way to the coffee maker. “But don’t talk to my son about your sex life. Past or present.”

  Quinn’s bright blue eyes rolled as he ran a hand through the tousle of strawberry curls wildly brushed on top of his head. I never knew what kind of look Quinn was going for. It was too upscale to be hipster and too messy to be classy. But whatever it was, he did not look like a teacher. If I’d met him on the street, I’d guess he was an artist of some kind, obscure and brooding.

  “Look at this kid.” He smacked his hand on Greyson’s shoulder. “He’s like a Friday Night Lights cliché. You really think he’s not getting laid?”

  I put my fingers to the bridge of my nose. Way. Too. Fucking. Early. “Don’t talk to me about my son’s sex life either. Honestly, Quinn, I can’t even believe some of the things I have to say to you.”

  Quinn pursed full, pouty lips. “Wow, you’re in a mood this morning. The one-pump wonder couldn’t get it up for a morning romp?”

  “Quinn!” I snapped, stilling for a moment and hoping his voice didn’t carry. Karlyle and I had enough problems.

  You’d think after thirty-plus years, I’d have learned not to tell Quinn all of my secrets. He had no filter and didn’t seem to understand the concept of “between you and me.”

  The coffee maker beeped, and I slowly poured an obscene amount into my thermos. “Okay, let’s go,” I said, screwing on the top.

  I turned to see the surprised look on Greyson’s face as he bit halfway into a pancake.

  Quinn let out a huff of air. “We’re eating breakfast,” he whined, shoving a piece of bacon into his mouth. “What’s the hurry?”

  “The hurry is you’ve annoyed me. I’m annoyed and I still have an hour of traffic to sit in with you, so you lost the right to breakfast.”

  I took a long drink from my cup as I moved for the front door, sighing in satisfaction even though it burned off all of my taste buds.

  “But, Dad, what about me? I didn’t do anything!” Greyson’s soft brown eyes flickered over to me.

  “That’s th
e price of family. You can eat breakfast at school. Thank your uncle.”

  Greyson grimaced. “I hate school breakfast. Everything is vegan and gluten-free.” He shoved the rest of his pancake into his mouth, tipping a bottle of syrup to his lips after.

  I pulled open the front door. “Good. Sounds fancy. For what we pay in tuition, they should serve it on gold plates. Now, get moving.”

  Greyson grumbled something through a mouthful of food as he slid off the barstool with his backpack.

  Quinn sighed as he followed suit, climbing off his chair and heading for the front door, both leaving their mess behind for me to clean up later. I rolled my eyes. I’d demanded they get moving, but I’d thought at least one of them would have put his plate in the sink.

  As we made our way to the car, I smiled at the oversized gift in the driver’s seat. “What is this?” I pulled open the door to grab the wrapped orange and yellow box.

  “Happy birthday, Dad.” Greyson grinned from ear to ear at me. His eyes sparkled with pride and, even though he was nearly an adult, I saw him just as I had the first day I’d seen him. In my eyes, he was still that sweet six-year-old boy looking up at me, asking me to love him.

  I sniffed as my eyes watered. “Son,” I squeaked, my throat tightening with emotion. I extended my arms, inviting him into them.

  He rolled his eyes as he moved into my embrace. “All right, Dad. It’s just a birthday present. It’s standard practice. Don’t make a whole thing out of it.”

  “Right.” I blinked back the tears welling in my eyes. “Forty is about the age that a man should stop crying in public.”

  Greyson chuckled as he pulled out of my arms. “Probably,” he agreed as he yanked open the door to the back seat and slid in.

  I grabbed my gift and set it in the back with him. “I’ll open it tonight with Karlyle’s.”

  As I climbed in behind the wheel, I glanced over at a very guilty-looking Quinn.

  “My gift is still in the mail,” he said.