Vicious Carousel (Suncoast Society #25)(55)

After a couple of minutes, he grabbed Nolan by the back of the hair and forced him off his cock. “Go get the lube and stuff and bring it back here,” he said in Dom tone, watching the way Nolan’s eyes looked heavy, glazed.

Tonight, his guy needed a mental break. That was fine, he’d give it to him. That was what being in love and being partners was all about, the give and take.

Nolan stumbled up off the couch and headed to the bedroom. Kenny stood, stripped, and then sat down again. He fisted his cock and slowly stroked, trying to keep himself hard.

He couldn’t shut his brain off tonight. He couldn’t stop worrying about Betsy, couldn’t go park outside the apartment and sleep in his car without her knowing, so he could assure himself she was safe.

He couldn’t.

She was an adult and needed this.

He’d have to give it to her.

Nolan returned, naked and with everything they’d need. Kenny spread his legs and pointed at the floor in front of him. When Nolan knelt, Kenny grabbed his hair again and leaned in. “Worship my cock first before you put the condom on.”

Nolan didn’t need to be told twice. He went down on Kenny again, all the way to the root, laving his tongue over it and making him even harder. Then he finally ripped open the pouch and rolled the condom on him, slathering Kenny’s cock with lube. He lubed himself, wiped his hands on the towel, then straddled Kenny’s lap.

Kenny grabbed Nolan’s ass cheeks and held them apart as his lover slowly lowered himself onto Kenny’s cock.

“That’s it,” Kenny told him, watching him do it, his gaze never leaving Nolan’s face.

The other man’s eyes had dropped closed, lower lip caught under his teeth as he slowly impaled himself. The head of Kenny’s cock breached his rim and he started rocking, slowly, gaining a little more ground each time before he finally settled all the way on Kenny’s lap.

Kenny smacked Nolan’s ass. “So, so f*cking good,” Kenny said. He reached up and played with Nolan’s nipples. When Nolan tried to reciprocate, Kenny stopped him. “Hands behind your back.”

Nolan complied.

“That’s good.” He watched Nolan’s cock twitch, pre-cum pearling at the slit. “Slowly f*ck my cock,” Kenny ordered.

Nolan began a slow, rhythmic rocking, the long, deep strokes he knew Kenny wanted. Kenny wrapped his right fingers around Nolan’s cock, sweeping the pre-cum from the head and licking it off his fingers before fisting it again. He rested his other hand on Nolan’s hip, slowing him down, guiding his motions, his speed as he began stroking Nolan’s cock.

“Let me set the pace,” Kenny said. “I want to do this together.” He knew his lover’s body almost as well as he knew his own. He knew when to speed up, when to take firmer strokes with his hand, when to thrust up a little on the bottom of a stroke with his hips to get a little more of his meat deep inside him.

Nolan’s blue gaze had totally glazed over as he stared down into Kenny’s eyes. Yes, like this, they were equals because of trust. They could take turns giving and taking when the other needed it. It didn’t make either of them any less Domly for it.

It made them human. It made them stronger. Individually, and as a couple.

Hopefully, when Betsy worked through what she had to, it could be the two of them giving her everything she needed from them.

Nolan’s ass tightly fisted Kenny’s cock, drawing him closer to release as Kenny pumped Nolan’s cock with his hand. Finally, Kenny felt his own climax close and started stroking Nolan faster, harder.

About the time Kenny’s cock exploded, Nolan let out a long, low groan of his own as his cock spasmed in Kenny’s hand. His cum went everywhere, all over Nolan, all over Kenny. Kenny smiled, gently milking a few last drops from him.

“Ahh,” Kenny said.

Nolan’s eyes had fallen shut. His partner smiled, but it looked sad and worn.

Much the way Kenny’s heart currently felt.

“Love you,” Kenny said.

Nolan leaned in and kissed him. “Love you, too. Now I guess we need a shower.”

“That would be a yes.”





Chapter Nineteen


Betsy was wrong. She’d thought the most terrifying life of her night had been the Saturday she’d freed herself and escaped from the apartment.

But facing Jack in open court…

Tilly squeezed her right hand, while Nolan held her left. Behind her, Kenny stood with his hands resting on her shoulders. Ed would have to be the one to stay with her, because both Nolan and Kenny were witnesses to what Jack had done to her.

A bailiff started to lead her away when she sat up with a loud, gasping croak that woke up both men lying in bed with her.

As the nightmare faded, she tried breathing, tried to focus, to use all the tricks and tips June had taught her.

Kenny and Nolan put their arms around her. “More nightmares?” Kenny asked.

She nodded, inhaling the scent of him, of Nolan.

“Less than two weeks, and it’ll be over,” Nolan said.

“I’ll feel better when it’s over.”

So far, Jack had spent the last several months steadfastly refusing a plea deal. Lately, Kenny and Nolan had spent nearly every night with her at the apartment as her nightmares grew worse.

It’d been three months since she’d moved out of the men’s house, but she felt closer to them than ever. She knew she loved them, and she even caught herself thinking and talking about future plans with them as if being together was a certainty.