Capture & Surrender (Market Garden, #5)(17)

Geoff knelt down to take off his shoes, then slid his hands up Frank’s ankles, calves, thighs, spreading his legs enough to kneel between them. Frank tensed when a flat hand rubbed over his groin, then traced the outline of his cock.

“Bedroom?” Geoff’s voice sounded rough.

Frank nodded and managed to get his mind together enough to sit up and blink.

The fire had died down to embers, so Geoff slid the heavy glass pane down that would contain it, and then clapped his hands. “Let’s go.”

Frank followed them upstairs into the master bedroom, which took up the whole attic, rough-hewn beams standing out starkly against the white carpet. Several of those beams had hoops and rings attached that allowed the guys to do quite interesting things with ropes and restraints. When Mike got going, this room could look like a three-dimensional spiderweb, with one lucky Geoff trapped and totally helpless somewhere in the middle.

He was about to shed his trousers when Mike tsked and took over that task, opening the belt and then sliding his trousers down, tapping his calves like he was a horse to get him to step out of them. And he obeyed.

Geoff was behind him, reaching around to touch his abs, sure and gentle. “You know you’re f*cking gorgeous, Frank, right? It’s not . . .”

“Just mercy?”

He felt Geoff wince. “It’s not. You know that.”

He knew very little when Mike pulled down his boxers and touched his cock. God. Yes. Please.

“You’re friends. Best ones I have.”

“That’s it.” Geoff’s strong hand took his dick from behind, teasing him, and Mike took his balls in his mouth. Held, embraced, taken care of. They knew exactly what he needed now. Better than he’d known.

“Yeah. You are.” Frank shuddered when Geoff kissed the side of his neck. Frank tilted his head, arching against him, closing his eyes as Geoff’s soft lips and lightly stubbled chin lit up nerve endings that hadn’t been stimulated in far too long.

Mike’s hand joined Geoff’s, and they stroked him together as their mouths teased entirely different—and almost painfully sensitive—erogenous zones. Frank reached back in search of Geoff’s hair, and when he found it, he grabbed on.

“God . . .” He moved his hips to complement their strokes. “Fuck . . .”

Geoff wrapped an arm around Frank, letting his hand slide up to Frank’s chest. He teased a nipple with his thumbnail, and when Frank shivered, he whispered to him, “You like that?”

“You know I do.”

Geoff laughed softly. “Yes, I do.” He squeezed Frank’s cock harder, picking up some speed, and Mike followed suit. As Frank groaned, Geoff chuckled again. “We both do.”

Frank closed his eyes and held on tighter to Geoff’s hair. His orgasm wasn’t far off, but not imminent either, creeping up at almost a leisurely pace, his body simply relaxing into this hot, intimate contact and enjoying it for as long as possible.

Geoff pulled him closer, pressing his cock against Frank’s arse. Mike ran his hand along Frank’s hip. They stroked him, teased him, kissed his skin, and held onto him, and it was the closest thing to ecstasy he’d felt in he didn’t know how long. Being touched. Being wanted. He wasn’t even sure how to process that anymore.

“You see how hard Mike is?” Geoff ground his cock against Frank. “Jesus, Frank. Look what you do to both of us.”

Frank exhaled hard. He rocked his hips, thrusting into both men’s hands. When he could focus his eyes, he looked where Geoff had told him to, and sure enough, Mike had an impressive and enticing erection. Frank found Mike’s hand with his. He gently pried it off his hip and guided it downward. Mike didn’t need too much direction: he closed his fingers around his own cock, and his strokes were in perfect synch with what he and Geoff did to Frank.

“Fuck.” Frank rocked faster, f*cking their hands and rubbing against Geoff. Geoff groaned in his ear, and Mike released a warm breath as he teased Frank’s balls with his lips and tongue. Long overdue quickly became almost too much, almost unbearable, and Frank moaned as his orgasm closed in, and then Mike started jerking his own cock even faster, harder, the muscles in his arm quivering with exertion. His groan vibrated across Frank’s hypersensitive nerve endings, and both men came, their semen spurting onto Mike’s chest and abs.

Frank’s entire body shuddered one last time. Had it not been for Geoff, he’d have collapsed over Mike, but Geoff held him up.

“Jesus f*ck.” Geoff laughed and kissed the side of his neck. He pulled Frank back against his erection. “I hope you don’t think we’re done.”

“No.” Frank swallowed, feeling unsteady on his feet.

He turned his head for a kiss, and Geoff nearly devoured his mouth, opening him up, tongue and teeth and hunger, but then Geoff broke it, likely getting a bit impatient. “One of us is an amazing cocksucker.”

Frank shivered, met Geoff’s eyes, but the man nodded, so he turned and went down on his knees. Damn, he wanted this so f*cking badly, the smell and taste of it, and it wasn’t just gratitude. He loved cock in all shapes and sizes and loved sucking them and touching them and taking them any way he could, and then giving back as good as he could.

He closed his hand around Geoff’s dick and guided it to his mouth, the taste of pre-cum lighting up every nerve in his body. Geoff’s skin felt amazing against his tongue and lips, and the man’s gentle curse added to it. He took as much as he could for the moment, then slid up and down, twisted his neck to change the angle, pushed the head against his cheek and sucked on it until it very nearly popped out of his mouth.