Forging Ties (Ties, Book 3) | ✓

Chapter 10

Roman and Eli were waiting for them on the road, Eli with his cheeks pink from the cold and dimpled with a smile and Roman with hungry, lingering eyes.

"You're joining us too, are you, Duran?" Roman asked.

"If I'm welcome," Duran said.

"You are very welcome," Roman assured him. "Come on. My cabin is just a bit further down the road."

As they walked, Duran gravitated to Eli's side. He was simpler. So excited he had a bounce to his step. So excited he was already tenting his pants.

Roman led them to a small cabin a bit back off the road and, as soon as they were inside, Duran grabbed Eli and kissed him on the lips. He heard Hamish laugh.

Duran stripped Eli out of his shirt, replacing its warmth with his own body heat as he removed his own as well. He made sure to keep his back to Roman as he sat Eli down on the edge of the bed and started tugging his pants off. He didn't need any questions about his scars just then.

Not that Roman's attention was on him just then. He and Hamish had already found their way onto the bed halfway and they were busy undressing one another.

Eli helped Duran get his pants the rest of the way off and then leant his head back, his mouth going wide as Duran swallowed him down. Someone's pants were tossed onto the floor next to Duran and he heard Hamish ask about oil, but all he cared about was watching Eli's beautifully expressive face. It turned out more than just the cold made Eli's cheeks flush.

Hamish was making sounds and begging to be fucked and Eli was twisting his head to watch what was happening behind him. Duran shoved Eli down so that his back hit the bed without taking his mouth off of him and his eyes locked with Hamish's as Roman lifted his hips and drove in deep.

Hamish had said he wanted to learn from Duran's blowjob skills, so Duran took the opportunity to show off just how dexterous his tongue was, just how well he could coordinate it with his lips. Eli was wriggling beneath him, so he swallowed him down deep again, setting a quicker rhythm now as Hamish slammed back against Roman's every thrust.

Eli came with a cry, back arching and hands tangled in the bedsheets, sending an electric rush through Duran. He had barely finished riding that wave when he was hit with a second. When he looked up, Hamish's stomach was painted with a milky white splatter and Roman had pulled out, still hard.

Roman's eyes raked over Duran's body as he stroked his cock. "How about we finish each other off?"

Duran considered Roman. He was a tough, older man. The kind of guy his master would have brought home. Duran stood up, his fingers playing with the button on his pants. "Can I fuck you?"

Roman clearly hadn't expected that question. His eyes tracked over Duran's body again, a different kind of assessment in his eyes. "Okay."

"Ooh!" Eli said, rolling onto his stomach and crawling further onto the bed.

Duran stripped out of his pants and climbed onto the bed to grab the discarded bottle of oil. He poured some onto his fingers.

Roman's chuckle held a nervous edge. "How do you want me?"

"Head down, ass in the air.." Duran glanced up from his oily fingers. "Unless you have other preferences?"

"No, that's fine."

"This is hot," Hamish murmured into Eli's ear, and Eli nodded excitedly. They'd wrapped up in the blankets on the end of the bed.

Roman got into the position Duran had instructed, but he was clearly new to this. Duran had to tap his thigh until he spread his legs further to allow proper access, and his whole ass clenched at the first touch from Duran's oiled fingers.