McKenzie, Cooper - A Club Esoteria Christmas [Club Esoteria 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (10 page)

She ran her hand once more through his hair then fisted it and pulled his head up so he met her eyes. She felt his cock stiffen against her thigh.

“One with good pay and excellent fringe benefits.”

“And what position would that be, Mistress?” he asked with a smile as his hips shifted, rubbing his renewed erection against her.

“Club Esoteria needs a full-time manager, and you’d be perfect for the job. I’m sure Taurus will agree when we tell him about it.”

Antony blinked, looking astonished. “Are you sure?”

“Pet, does your ass need a few more strokes to remind you that I never say anything I don’t mean?” She smiled as his eyes widened.

“No, Mistress. I’d love to take on the job of manager,” he said.

“Good boy. Now, Gentry, would you like to give Antony his Christmas present now?”

Gentry lifted his head and looked at her over Antony’s shoulder. “Whatever you wish, Mistress,” he said, sounding a bit hesitant.

“I wish,” she said. “You will fuck me while Antony pops your cherry. Get the lube and condoms, babe.”

“Mistress?” Antony rolled back as Gentry left the bed.

“Gentry asked me if he could give you his cherries for Christmas. I thought that was a wonderful gesture and agreed. Which was why he sucked you off downstairs, or don’t you remember?”

“He did?” Antony tried to think back, but had been so deep in subspace that he had felt a mouth on his cock, but had not realized it was Gentry.

“Yes, pet, he did, and now you will take his anal cherry. We have been playing with plugs to stretch him out, but you will be the first man, the only man, to ever fuck that sweet ass of his.”

Antony threw off the blanket as he rolled onto his back and looked at his slave-brother. “Are you sure, Gentry? I don’t want you doing this unless you’re absolutely sure.”

Gentry tossed the bottle of lube and several condoms on the bed before he crawled up to kneel over Antony. “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, and I am very sure. You are the only one I ever want touching me in that way. But only if you want to,” he added, showing the submissive side which was the reason Antony had brought him into their family in the first place.

“Hell yeah, I want,” Antony said leaning up and giving his friend a long, slow, passionate, tonsil-hockey kiss to prove it.

When they pulled apart, both men turned to smile at their Mistress.

“How do you want to do this, Mistress?” Gentry asked.

Jenna climbed from the bed and walked around the bed, looking at them from every direction.

“Babe, lie on your back with this under your ass,” she pulled a thick pillow from the pile leaning against the headboard. “Antony, prepare his cock and ass, and then your own cock.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the men said together then scrambled to do as they were ordered.

Once Gentry was in place with his knees pulled to his chest, Antony sheathed both their cocks with condoms. Then he spread lube on two fingers before dripping it down over Gentry’s puckered star. He spread the lube around then gently slid his fingers into Gentry’s ass. He spread his fingers gently, twisting them slowly as he pressed deeper and deeper.

Gentry moaned as he began to fuck his fingers in and out of his hole. “Close,” the man moaned as Antony stroked a finger over his prostate.

“Don’t you dare come, babe,” Mistress ordered as she climbed onto the bed beside them. “Do I have to put a cock ring on you?”

“No, Mistress,” the slave answered through gritted teeth.

Gentry straightened his legs halfway to allow Mistress to swing one leg over his body and settle astride him. Antony watched as she took the other man’s cock in her hand and wrapped her fingers around the base. Gentry made a strangled sound, and Antony’s cock twitched in sympathy. He’d had Mistress’s fingers in the same spot with Mistress squeezing his cock to keep him from coming.

“Better?” she asked a very long few seconds later.

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you,” Gentry whispered, sounding near tears.

Jenna then held the cock in her hand up and eased down. Equally slow, she lifted up and then back down again, riding her slave at an easy, relaxed pace.

“Antony, would you care to join us?” she asked over her shoulder.

“Yes, Mistress,” Antony said, his cock once again hard and pulsing with every beat of his heart.

Lifting his feet off the bed, Antony lifted Gentry’s legs and rested his ankles against his shoulders. He ran a hand down Mistress’s back from her hairline to the top of her ass.

Looking down, he felt his balls tighten at the sight of Mistress slowly sliding up and down Gentry’s cock. Then his gaze dropped to Gentry’s balls, pulled up tight and exposing the pink puckered flesh of his back hole. The knowledge that he would be the one and only man to ever breech that orifice sent Antony’s renewed arousal even higher.

“Okay, babe, relax and let Antony in,” Mistress said as she leaned forward.

Antony dragged the tip of his cock back and forth over Gentry’s hole and gloried in the sounds the other man made with each pass. Finally he could take it no longer and positioned the head of his shaft at the man’s hole and began to push for entrance. Looking over Mistress’s shoulder, he met Gentry’s brown-eyed gaze.

“Deep breath and push back, babe,” he said as he continued easing forward.

Gentry made a sound but followed orders, and in a half dozen racing heartbeats, Antony felt himself pass the rings of muscles. Once the head and another inch were inside his best friend, he paused to allow the man to adjust to the fullness. He knew how he felt as he began to pant.

He fought the urge to slam home in one thrust and not-so-patiently waited until Gentry began to shift his hips. Only then did he begin gentle fucking motions, moving deeper with each thrust then pulling out again. Once he was fully seated, he froze once again and waited with his heart in his throat.

Again peeking over their woman’s shoulder, he watched Gentry’s face. Finally the man opened his eyes, met his gaze, and growled. “So fuck me already.”

Antony grinned. “Gladly.”

He pulled out as Mistress began riding her blond stallion. He watched her and kept rhythm, sliding in as she moved up Gentry’s shaft then pulling back as she descended again. From being in this position one time in the past, he knew the man in the middle would feel like he was fucking himself.

“Faster, Antony. Harder,” Gentry begged as he squirmed, trying to move back and up at the same time,

“Mistress?” This was not his call to make, and he refused to mess up such an important occasion because Gentry was trying to top from the bottom.

“Do it,” she moaned as she swirled her hips before starting a faster, harder up and down motion.

Antony reached down and grabbed Gentry’s hips, then began to move faster and harder with each stroke until he was slamming his pelvis into the man’s ass.

“I’m close, Mistress,” he murmured.

“Hold it, pet. Babe, you ready to come?”

“Oh yes, please, Mistress.”

She made a sound that sent shivers ripping down Antony’s back. She waited three more deep, hard strokes before she cried, “Now. Come with me now.”

Gentry cried out immediately, his body arching off the bed. As the other man’s muscles tightened on his cock to an almost painfully tight grip, Antony felt his own juices barreling up his cock to fill the condom that separated them.

“Oh, God,” he cried out as his hips pulsed forward several times, pushing as deep in Gentry’s ass as he could.

His vision dimmed for a few seconds as he held himself where he was. As his cock began to soften, he eased out then collapsed on the bed for a second before rolling off and stumbling to the bathroom. He cleaned up and then brought back a wet washcloth and cleaned Mistress and Gentry up as well. Amazed that he had any strength left in his body, he crawled back onto the bed and collapsed next to Gentry. Mistress lay on the man’s other side.

“Oh. My. God,” the man in the middle whispered after several long moments of total silence.

“You said a mouthful, sweetheart,” Mistress murmured. “Antony, welcome home, my pet.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“I know you’ve been worried, but you will
always
have a place here, with me. Whether you are gone eight hours, eight months, or eight years, your place is here, with me, with us. We love you,” she continued.

Antony teared up but blinked them back. Raising his head, he turned to look first at Mistress and then to Gentry. “I love both of you, too. So much I can’t put it into words.”

“Oh, by the way, Gentry will be taking your ass on Christmas morn,” she said.

“Any time, Mistress. Any time.”

“Now rest, my boys, because we still have to make one last appearance at the Christmas party.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Antony thought he murmured though he could not be sure.

Chapter 11

Thirty minutes before midnight, Taurus and Jackson closed down the play areas. Extra food and non-alcoholic drinks were available as everyone finished up their scenes and did whatever they needed to do before midnight.

Minutes before midnight, Jenna, Antony, and Gentry appeared, the men wearing matching Christmas boxers and their Mistress in a deep green silk robe. During the evening the couches and chairs had been moved around to the other side of the bar so they now faced the Christmas tree instead of the stage.

As he and Whitney were going through the buffet line, the phone on his hip vibrated.

“Hello? Oh, hi, Merlin. What’s the word? Uh-huh. Yes. Really? That’s great! Congratulations to one and all. Yes, I’ll spread the news.”

“What? What?” Whitney asked excitedly.

“You’ll have to wait a few more minutes, mouse.”

Once the few couples and triads that remained settled with plates of finger foods and glasses of eggnog and punch, Taurus stood up.

“I just got a call from Dane. Seems Sloan was farther along than anyone expected. They now have two little boys named Yule and Noel. Mother and sons are doing great. Dane has a broken wrist from landing on it when he passed out.”

Taurus waited for the happy murmurs to race through the crowd, and then they silenced again before he finished. “We were going to have a baby shower for them in a couple weeks, but now we’ll have a welcome to the world party instead.”

“Does this mean you’re going to start having babysitting available while we play?” one of the uncollared submissives who had two children at home asked.

“No, but I will be making a list of naughty subs, and they’ll be pulling babysitting duty while Dane, Merlin, and Sloan come for an evening out,” he threatened in his powerful Dom tone.

“Now, are there any other announcements before we get to the good stuff? Jackson?” He smirked at the bartender who had his woman on his lap. It was hard not to notice the shiny diamond ring on her finger.

“Yes, Master T. I’d like to announce that Sinclair has
finally
agreed to marry me.”

Congratulations and best wishes were called from all corners of the gathering as well as more than a few bits of advice on how to handle their marriage. The couple colored and when cries of “Kiss, kiss” erupted, Jackson lifted her chin and kissed her, a long, slow, passionate kiss that silenced everyone.

When they finally separated again, someone said, “Damn,” which sent the small gathering into laughter once again.

“Mistress Jenna, do you have anything to add?” Taurus asked his cousin and business partner.

“Just that I am happy to report that my pet is home safe and sound and has returned to my household where he belongs. He has also finished his military service and will be taking over as manager of Club Esoteria.”

That brought another wave of applause, laughter, and well-wishes before Blaze and the other uncollared, unclaimed submissives played elves and handed out the gifts that had been gathering under the tree since Thanksgiving. Once the presents had been opened and oohed and aahed over, Taurus stood once again.

“Thank you all for coming. We’ve all had a wonderful evening from the smiles I see. As said in the poem, Merry Christmas to all and…”