13. King

THIRTEEN

king

"YOU'LL WATCH…?" EAST asked.

I inclined my head. "The two of you. I assume since the plan was to hook up with me that you brought what you need for that to happen?"

East looked at Zac whose eyes were practically boring a hole through me, then nodded.

"Yes. I'm always prepared. But that wasn't the?—"

"We'll do it," Zac said with the same determination he showed whenever attacking a particular challenge he needed to overcome, the nerves and embarrassment suddenly vanishing under this new deal I'd just put on the table.

"We will?" East leaned in and whispered something in Zac's ear, but whatever it was didn't seem to deter Zac, whose eyes stayed locked on mine. "Okay, it was your fantasy."

"Fantasies can change."

"And is that what's happened?" I asked Zac. "Has your fantasy changed?"

"No. But since that's not available to me, I'm adapting."

Yes he was. I could see his mind working overtime as it readjusted to this new scenario. Zac was a smart man, and as I returned to my seat I watched him survey the room, noting everything in sight: the seven chairs and the stone symbol carved into the wall above them, the torches that illuminated the sacred space, and the velvet benches for other members when needed.

I knew exactly what he was thinking.

"So, will you be a silent party in this whole scenario?" East asked. "Or will you be giving?—"

"The benches," I said in answer to both the silent and voiced question in the room. "Bend him over one of the benches."

"Oh, so that's how it's going to go," East said, taking a step forward, but my eyes were on the man behind him. "You're going to sit up there on your throne and?—"

Zac reached out fast as a whip, and a second later his mouth was crashing down on East's, silencing him. A thrill shot straight to my dick at the fierce way he took control of the situation, his other hand moving to the back of East's neck as he thrust his tongue inside that acerbic mouth.

It shouldn't have surprised me to see Zac assert himself in such a way—he often had to employ an authoritative tone in my absence. But to watch it break free in such a sexual situation was making my cock harder than I'd ever imagined it could be. So was the way he'd managed to capture and hold East's attention. Not an easy thing to do with the most domineering of the "princes." But Zac had worked out a way to get under that haughty exterior, and I was more than ready to watch how.

I knew what I was doing was wrong, that there was no scenario in which I should be watching two of my students fuck, even if it was outside Astor. But when East slid his hands around to Zac's ass, I wasn't about to stop them.

Zac ran his hand up through the back of East's hair and tightened it in his fist, and a second later, he tugged their mouths free. The two looked at me then, and the heat and arousal swirling in their eyes had me spreading my legs wide to make sure they could see that I was right there with them.

East smoothed a hand down Zac's chest and tugged his shirt free, then unbuttoned it and pushed it from his shoulders. As the material fell to the floor, I drank in Zac's toned physique and marveled at the body I'd never allowed myself to think about. His tight, rigid abs, the sharp cut of the V that tapered down into his pants, and a delicious treasure trail that East was running his fingers through.

Zac sucked in a breath as East flicked open the button of his pants, and when he unzipped him, I mirrored the action.

"Fuck yes," East said, licking his lips. "Let us see that big cock of yours."

"Finish taking off Zac's clothes and I might let you."

East didn't hesitate, slipping his fingers inside the waistband of Zac's pants and briefs and pulling them to the floor. Zac's cock sprang free, and his attention immediately fell to East, who was kneeling at his feet, licking a path up the underside of it.

Jesus Christ. What had I gotten myself into? These two were sex personified as they began to show me exactly what they liked about "hooking up" together. It was impossible to look away—not that I wanted to—as Zac began to rock his hips forward and demand that East do more—and to my shock, he was only too eager to obey.

East's lips parted around the wide head of Zac's dick, and he swallowed it in one practiced move. Zac moaned as his head fell back, squeezing his eyes shut, the pleasure of being sucked so hard making his hips thrust a little faster.

I stroked my palm down over the tight fabric of my pants, my erection threatening to burst through at any moment. But watching the two of them greedily steal their pleasure right in front of me was a temptation even I couldn't ignore, and I knew right then that watching was not going to be enough.

With their attention on each other, I groaned and Zac's eyes opened and zeroed in on mine.

I wrapped my hand around my thick length as Zac's gaze burned a fiery path down to my dick and his nostrils flared. His fantasy tonight had been for me to fuck him, and I knew he was imagining it right now as I shoved my cock through my fist, letting him get a good look at my size and girth.

Zac licked along his lower lip, the hand he had in East's hair getting a little tighter with each thrust. But now that I was a part of this, now that it was happening, I was going to call the shots.

I ran my eyes down to where East knelt, his mouth full, his hands braced on Zac's thighs, and while his ass looked really good in his tailored pants, I had a feeling it would look even better naked.

"Strip him," I ordered Zac in a voice that had both men looking over at me, and when East caught sight of my bared dick, he quickly got to his feet.

"Of course you unveil that monster while my back's turned," he said as Zac unfastened his buttons and shoved his shirt aside. But before his pants were removed, East pulled out his wallet and handed Zac a couple of small packets, all the while eyeing my pumping fist.

My lips twitched despite my aroused state. "I didn't want to interrupt you. You seemed to be enjoying what you were doing, and as you can tell, so was I."

He said nothing to that as the final piece of his clothing was removed, and I ran my gaze up his legs to his eager cock, which seemed as hungry for attention as its owner.

East's body was as beautiful as Zac's, but different in so many ways. He was slightly taller and broader than Zac, and where Zac's muscles were sharper, more defined, East's body had an elegance about it.He was long and lean, and I was curious about what he did to keep in shape. But that wasn't a conversation we were about to have here.

"And now?" East gripped his dick and gave it a rough pull. "Are you enjoying what I'm doing now ?"

"Yes. But you're not running this show. I am." I cut my eyes to the bench beside him. "So kneel and bend over that. Eyes on me."

East bristled slightly, but he was too turned on to really push back. Instead, he moved behind the black velvet bench and sank to his knees. Zac immediately moved in behind him, understanding exactly what his role now was, as East shifted so he was bent over the flat surface, hands braced on the tufted velvet.

"There," I said as I met their blistering stares. "Now no one's back is turned."

East dragged his teeth over his lower lip as he eyed my wide straddle. "And you're really going to just sit up there while Zac fucks me?"

"No. I'm going to sit up here and get myself off while Zac fucks you."

"Oh God." Zac's voice was strained as he gripped the base of his dick for some semblance of control—but I didn't want control. I wanted him to lose his mind.

"Zac?"

"Yes?"

"Take him the way you'd want me to take you."

East's fingers dug into the velvet of the bench. "Shit."

As if my words had given him some sort of permission, Zac smoothed a hand over the round curve of East's hip and tore open one of the packets of lube. The tense concentration on his face spoke volumes on how aroused he was as he looked down at the bare ass on full display for him. And I'd been right—East had one hell of a spectacular ass, high, tight and round. The flickering torches illuminated his skin in a way that made it glow.

Zac dragged his thumb down the center of East's cheeks then took a handful of one and spread him apart. He poured the lube over East's hole and began to tease him with his fingers, and when the first one slid inside, East's curse echoed around the room.

Zac dragged his finger out and pushed two more back inside, and my hand picked up his rhythm and followed his lead as he began to stretch East wide.East's head hung low as he shoved back onto Zac's fingers, a greedy bottom if ever there was one. But that fervor and hunger he had for Zac's cock was so damn hot, I was almost jealous it wasn't going to be mine.

"Eyes up, James," I said. "I thought you wanted to look at my big cock."

East's tongue came out to flirt with his upper lip. "I want to suck it too. Want to bring it down— Ahhh ."

Zac chose that exact moment to replace his fingers with the plump head of his dick, and I had to admit, I liked his fucking style.

Literally.

It was becoming obvious how this unlikely pair had wound up together. An argument at some point that had no doubt led to Zac shutting East up the only way possible—sex. And as I watched my usually levelheaded TA sink every inch of his cock into East's pretentious ass, it was all I could do not to come right then and there.

It was sexy as fuck and forbidden on so many levels.But it was too late to go back tonight. The lines had been blurred. Roles had been forgotten down here. And it was too late to stop what was so close to being finished. Not when Zac's hips were pumping faster and East's cries were getting more desperate as he white-knuckled the bench and started to shove back on Zac like his life depended on it.

I got to my feet, the draw of them too strong to resist, and as I stepped down from the dais, Zac's eyes tracked me. But his hips didn't slow as I let my gaze roam down his young, fit body, to where he was driving into East's.

They were as beautiful as they were sexy, all firm skin and muscles glistening in the light of the flames, and I knew that if I touched them I would most certainly get burned.

So instead, I stepped in front of them and issued an order I knew would cause an explosion.

"Stop."

"What?" East gasped, as Zac's body tensed behind him and his eyes narrowed, the lust swirling in their depths morphing into full-blown rebellion.

" Stop ?" Zac asked, making sure he hadn't misheard me.

"Yes." My eyes lowered to where his cock was lodged deep inside of East, who moaned at the interruption. " Stop and kneel down beside James. Now."

I could see the confusion creeping into every line of Zac's face as he pulled himself free of East's body and slowly took his place down beside him.

"Very nice, you two," I told them as East pushed up to sit on his heels beside Zac, a fulminating look on his face. "That was very fucking nice."

I wrapped my hand around my hard-on and gave it a good, long stroke.

"But down here, I come first."

As my words penetrated their lust-addled brains, the frustration and annoyance vanished and was replaced with shock and, dare I say, some awe.

"Yessss," East growled as his eyes fell to my pumping fist. "Do it—come all the fuck over us."

The bossy little shit was still ordering everyone around as he grabbed hold of his own dick and started stroking. Zac followed suit, spitting in his palm and shoving his cock through his hand as I stood on the opposite side of the bench and masturbated to the sight of them.

"Don't come," I warned them, my eyes never leaving their naked bodies as they watched me fuck my fist as hard and fast as I would if I was inside of them right now.

As that illicit thought slammed into me, my climax shot down my spine and took hold of every ounce of control I possessed, and seconds later, I was granting East his wish. I came all over the two kneeling before me, marking them in a way I had no right to. But marking them in the way I needed to right now.

Zac's lips parted on a shocked gasp as my cum sprayed his cheek and down his neck, then he stole a taste as East ran his fingers through the sticky mess dripping down his chest.

Their reaction had me milking my dick for every last drop, wanting to give it all to them. Then I let go of myself, took each of their chins in hand, and said, "Now you can come, any way you like."

They turned toward each other, and East was the first to move. He leaned over and licked a path up Zac's cheek, tasting me in one of the most primal ways possible, before Zac grabbed the back of his neck and crushed their mouths together.

In a tangle of hands, lips, and cocks they rubbed up against each other in a frenzied friction, each driving the other closer and closer to the edge until Zac ripped his mouth free of East's and twin curses ricocheted around this secret room that had just become a secret for a whole new slew of reasons.