On the Clock (Market Garden, #8)(23)
Jason nodded. Then Tristan did. Jared bit his lip and shivered. He slid his hand over Tristan’s hip, tracing the bone with his thumb.
After a moment, Tristan turned to the camera, running his fingers through Jared’s hair as he spoke. “We’ll have to take it slow. So we don’t hurt him.”
“Absolutely.” Blake made sure not to let his poker face slip—he wanted them to take their sweet time, both so they didn’t hurt Jared and so this whole delicious scenario didn’t end anytime soon.
Jason drew a finger down the center of Jared’s back, and when Jared shivered, so did Blake. Tristan might’ve too. Then Jason met Blake’s gaze. “For both of us f*cking him at the same time, double.”
Tristan’s eyebrows jumped, and the look he exchanged with Jared was nothing if not Holy f*ck, seriously?
But Blake nodded. “I have no doubt it’ll be worth every penny.”
Jared sat up. As he wrapped his arm around Tristan’s waist, he said something that sounded like “Hell, I’d do it for free,” which was likely not meant for Blake’s ears. Blake didn’t care. He wanted them to enjoy it. And besides, it was Jason, not Tristan or Jared, who got off on the transaction.
The three guys murmured a few things Blake didn’t hear. Likely positions and whatnot. Blake didn’t try to hear them—he was too busy watching them idly touch each other. Tristan rested his hand protectively on Jared’s back, and Jared’s arm was still casually around his boyfriend’s waist. They weren’t as touchy-feely with Jason, but they were hardly keeping him at arm’s length, either. As Jason turned and leaned out of the frame, Jared walked his fingers along the ridge of his spine, making Jason shiver. When Jason came back with condoms and lube in his hand, Tristan reached for him. Blake couldn’t see where they made contact, though—Jared was between them and the camera.
He liked that the three of them were obviously comfortable together. Jared and Tristan were lovers, but Jason was clearly a welcome—and likely not first-time—addition. He could only imagine the conversation that had led to this.
On the screen, the guys faced Blake, startling him out of his thoughts.
Tristan was pouring some lube into his hand. “Still have to warm him up before he takes us both, but I’m sure you don’t mind.”
“No. Definitely—” Blake’s breath caught because Jared’s had. After a second, he realized Jason’s hand was behind Jared. From the way Jared’s eyes slid closed and his jaw went slack, not to mention the subtle back and forth rocking motion of his body, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what Jason was doing.
Tristan put the lube bottle aside. Then he wrapped his presumably slick hand around Jared’s cock.
Blake couldn’t decide who was enjoying this more—Jared or himself. The sight of those three gorgeous men taking their sweet time together, two of them teasing the third and getting him aroused and ready for both of their cocks, was unbelievable. Blake stroked his own dick at the same speed Tristan was stroking Jared’s. He did that whenever he watched handjobs in pornos, but somehow it was even hotter now because he’d actually been with the guys. He knew what Tristan’s hand felt like: smooth, strong, squeezing and twisting at just the right times. He knew what Jared’s dick felt like: thick, hard, uncut. And as Jason kissed the back of Jared’s neck, and Tristan’s lips found their way to Jared’s, Blake thought he might come unglued.
As much as Jason loved money and the other two loved performing, Blake had to wonder if they remembered the camera was there at all or that money was on the table. They seemed to from time to time, like when Jared started cursing and grabbing onto Tristan, and both Jason and Tristan looked right at Blake and grinned a second before they backed off and let Jared calm down. Or when Jason met his eyes over Jared’s shoulder and gave him that smoldering look, the same one he’d given the cuff links and the stack of cash. Yeah, they knew where they were and what they were doing, but Blake didn’t believe for a second that they weren’t genuinely into this. If his connection cut out or he suddenly came to his senses and decided not to pay that exorbitant amount of money to watch them f*ck, there was no doubt in his mind they’d finish on their own and enjoy every goddamned second if it.
Jared turned his head, and Tristan leaned in as his boyfriend spoke. Then Tristan met his gaze. Something telepathic passed between them, and Tristan whispered to Jason. Then all three of them separated and started changing positions.
Blake’s heart sped up. He held his breath. What was going to happen now?
Tristan lay on his back, stretched out across the frame as if to ensure Blake had the best possible view of everything. He poured more lube on his hand and stroked it onto his cock.
At the edge of the frame, Jason was rolling on a condom.
Oh God. They were really going to do it.
And he really didn’t want to pass out, so he forced himself to breathe as Jared climbed onto Tristan. Slowly, Jared lowered himself onto Tristan’s cock, and for a moment, the two of them gazed at each other and moved together as if there was no one else around. Tristan’s hands were all over Jared, and he bit his lip and arched as Jared came down and took every inch of him. Blake had watched them f*ck before, and knew damn well that Jared could handle a good hard pounding from Tristan, but neither of them seemed to be in any hurry at all. Blake didn’t mind. If not for Jason hovering at the edge of the screen and the promise of Jared taking both of them, he would’ve been perfectly happy watching that pair lazily f*ck each other all night.