Twenty-five

Twenty-five

The first thing Sean felt the next morning were hands moving over his body. He had barely opened his eyes to see the first twinkle of sunlight, and he was thrown into morass of lust. Fingers skimmed, palms pressed, tongues and mouths tasted and licked. With a groan, he closed his eyes and arched up off the bed. They continued their assault, teasing him. He opened his eyes and found Randy and Jaime roaming over his body. They were both naked, just as he was. None of them really saw the reason to wear clothes to bed.

Jaime had his cock in her hand, sliding up and down before she took his erection in her mouth. Randy made his way up to Sean's mouth.

"Morning, babe."

"Morning," he said. Randy kissed him, sucking Sean's tongue into his mouth. Over and over, he tugged on Sean's tongue; mimicking the blowjob Jaime was giving him. They continued like that, slow and easy, both of them fucking him with their mouths. Sean shivered as Jaime grazed the very tip of his cock with her teeth. She gave the crown of his penis one last swirling lick before she kissed her way up his body. By the time she reached his mouth, Randy moved away, giving her access to Sean's mouth. As she took over, Randy kissed his way down to Sean's cock.

As a Dom, Sean wasn't accustomed to being taken over. He planned the seduction, took charge, and handled everything. He had never been surprised like this by anyone. He couldn't seem to grasp onto a thought at the moment. In this one moment, they gave him something he had never experienced. He could just lay back and feel.

Randy slipped his hand up to Jaime's head and threaded his fingers through her hair. She smelled of roses and seduction…nothing had been as sweet. Or so he thought, until Randy started to deep throat him. Sean felt the back of Randy's throat and almost came. The man was a fucking demon with that mouth. He knew just how much to push Sean, and Randy loved a cock in his mouth. Next, he added his hand to Sean's shaft, stroking him. Fuck. Sean tore his mouth away from Jaime's.

"Fuck, yeah," were the only words he could come up with.

Freed from the kiss, Jaime took advantage of the opportunity. She rose to her knees, lifted her leg and set it on the other side of his face so she straddled him. Without hesitation, she set her pussy down on his mouth. Taking hold of her ass, he pressed her dripping sex against his mouth. Over and over, he fucked her with is tongue. She moved with him, her moans growing louder and louder with each passing minute. The taste of her danced over his taste buds as he slipped a finger between her cheeks and teased her anus. Just one touch jolted her, then she pressed down harder. She had been wet, but now she was dripping with it.

Randy continued to suck Sean's cock, slipping his hand down to tease Sean's sac. His talented fingers stroked the sensitive skin. Damn, the fucking man was going to drive him fucking insane. Sean was about to lose it, come right then and there, but Randy, being Randy, knew it. He pulled away. Sean tore his mouth away from Jaime's tasty pussy to glare at Randy.

Randy shook his head. "Nope. Not yet."

With a naughty smile, Randy slipped from the bed as Jaime scooted down and straddled Sean's hips. She pressed her wet pussy against his cock. Fuck. She rubbed against him as she slipped a finger into her mouth. Something as simple as that was pushing his arousal to new levels. Randy handed her a condom, which she opened. Jaime slid back, allowing Randy to grasp Sean's shaft. He stroked him a few times before he stopped to hold it for up for Jaime.

She took the condom and settled it on the tip of his cock. Then…she did nothing. Apparently she was waiting for him to look at her. He glanced up. She held his gaze as she slid the condom down his cock. Jaime took her time, teasing his flesh as she went. By the time she reached the bottom, he was shaking. The curve of her mouth told him she knew what she'd done to him. Of course she did. The woman knew every button of his to push.

With a growl, he jackknifed up, and rolled them over the bed. She went with him easily, setting her feet on top of the mattress and widening her legs. He pulled her up by the hips and entered her with a hard, swift thrust.

"Oh, fuck…yes," she moaned as he started to move inside her. The feel of her wet, tight pussy clinging to him almost had him, but he controlled himself, for the time being. Randy was watching them. Sean turned his head and watched Randy roll on his own condom; he joined them back on the bed. He situated himself behind Sean on the mattress.

With easy, confident movements, he worked his way up Sean's ass. Being inside of Jaime and having Randy inside of him…it was the closest thing to heaven Sean had ever felt. It took him just a few moments to work that gorgeous cock of his into Sean's ass, then, together, they started moving.

Sean bent down to kiss Jaime, then, he dipped lower and took one of her nipples into his mouth. As he did, Randy dug his fingers into Sean's hips. They were fucking so hard, the massive wood headboard slammed against the wall.

"Fuck yeah. Fuck. Fuck," Randy groaned. "God damn, you feel fantastic."

As they moved together, the rhythm increasing with each thrust, he lost track of time and space. He didn't know where one of them started and ended. In that moment, he knew exactly what it meant for the three of them to be together like this. There was no one left out, no one who didn't belong.

Jaime came first. Sean lifted his head from her breasts and watched as she convulsed beneath both men. He felt the vibrations hit his cock first, causing him to tighten his ass.

"Ahhh, yeah. Make her come again. That's fanfuckingtastick."

He did as Randy ordered. "Come on, love. Come again," Sean said. She was shaking her head back and forth as if denying him; but she arched up, her pussy clamping down tight on him again. He had the same reaction as he did last time, pulling a groan from Randy.

"Fuck," was all Randy said as he increased the speed of his thrusts.

Jaime was coming down from her second orgasm as he threw her into her third. A surprised scream tore from her throat as Sean gave himself over to pleasure. It rushed through him, surprising him with the force of it.

"Yeah, like that," Randy said again. He thrust into Sean twice more before he held tight and his own orgasm took over.

They both collapsed at the same time, earning them a groan from Jaime.

"You two are heavy," she said. Randy chuckled and pulled out of Sean, then Sean moved. After they tossed the condoms, they returned to bed. Sean pulled Jaime into his arms, as Randy snuggled in behind Sean.

It wasn't a bad way to start the day.

Royce felt the late morning sun on his face. He tried to open his eyes, but it took a bit of effort. He'd been stitched up from the shot before they left Europe, but he knew he was barely holding on. He was running a fever, but he didn't know if it had to do with the gunshot wound or from the various open sores on his body. He shifted in his seat and tried to move his arms. They were still tied to the arms of the chair. He was wearing the same clothes he had been in when they abducted him, and he smelled like three-week-old rubbish.

Fuck, he was too old for this. But he had to hold on. He had to figure out some way to help Sean.

"Oh, so I see that you are awake," a heavily accented voice said from one of the darkened corners.

"Barely. Barely alive."

"You're lucky."

Royce used all the strength he had to lift his head and look at his captor. The small stature, the bald head, and the stench of a Cuban cigar told him it was Letov.

"Is that a fact?" he asked.

Letov nodded. "Da."

"What is the end game? What do you need me for?"

Letov said nothing for a long moment, and Royce worried that he wouldn't tell him.

"I don't think that it matters, but you are here for my end game. You know it."

Of course he did, and Royce knew that it was partly his fault Sean had been pulled into this insane game.

"I won't help you."

Again, a long pause. Letov walked closer, coming into the light. His face showed the ravages of living a hard life. He was a criminal, but one that had done and seen some of the worst of humanity. His hair was thinning on top, greasy, and he had gained at least five stone from the last time Royce had seen him.

"I think you might. Because I have something to offer you."

He scoffed at that, actually snorted in Letov's face.

Still, he continued to give Royce that evil smile. "Oh, but I do," Letov said pleasantly.

"What in the bloody hell would you ever have for me?"

He leaned in closer and Royce smelled the whiskey then. It wasn't good whiskey, but it seemed to seep from his pores. His skin had that yellowish tint from cirrhosis. This was a man who lived on the alcoholic beverage. If he didn't get killed by one of his enemies, he was going to drink himself to death soon.

"But I do, Royce. That is, if you think the life of your daughter is anything you would want to protect."