22. East

TWENTY-TWO

east

KING'S COMMAND SHOT straight to my cock.

It wasn't my thing to follow instructions, but the implication of his words and where the night was now leading had me dropping my bag without any protest.

My jacket went first, something I wouldn't be needing in a tropical climate anyway. Out of the corner of my eye, Zac looked momentarily stunned at the turn of events, though he'd been slowly coming to terms with all of it since we drove onto the tarmac at Teterboro.

"That wasn't a suggestion, Zac," I said as I unbuttoned my shirt. "And you're so good at following King's orders, aren't you?"

From the way his dick jerked behind his pants, it wasn't a lack of interest that had him frozen. He'd admitted to wanting King for a long time, and now it seemed all his sexual fantasies were about to come true.

Although, really, that happened the first time we fucked, I was sure .

King's gaze traveled across the both of us, and as I added my shirt to the discarded pile on the floor, Zac quickly snapped into action. Shoes off, pants down, turtleneck gone, all in a matter of seconds. As he straightened, his cock jutted out, hard and flushed, and even I had to admit Zac was sexy as hell. He had a muscular physique, and there was a power in the set of his shoulders and the way he held himself that was such a turn-on.

I reached for the ascot at my neck, the last bit of clothing left, but King shook his head. "Leave that on."

Oh really…

I dropped my hands as King walked toward us. Clearly, he hadn't heeded his own demand, because his clothes were still frustratingly on .

He stopped in front of Zac, and even though he was only a couple of inches taller, he felt so much bigger. His sweater hugged strong biceps and a broad chest that I couldn't wait to finally see.

If he didn't decide to be a tease and only undo his zipper.

King curled his hand around the back of Zac's neck and pulled him in for a kiss that his TA responded to without hesitation. The possession he took of Zac's mouth had me wrapping my fingers around my dick, because damn they were hot. I wanted right in the middle of that erotic sandwich, especially when King's hand began to wander, trailing down Zac's neck, exploring his body with his fingers as continued the deep-throat assault of his mouth.

I was impatient, but even though I felt a pang of jealousy, I knew my turn was coming. Save the best for last.

Zac moaned against King's lips as our professor's fingers dipped down the line of his V and took hold of his erection. He gave him a couple of long, drawn-out pumps that had Zac reaching for him and putting his hands on his chest.

Okay, fuck that. I'm jealous now.

I moved to interrupt when King ripped his mouth away and wrapped his fingers around Zac's wrists like he was going to stop him from touching him further. Instead, he held him there and issued another command.

"Take it off."

Even from where I stood I could see the way Zac's eyes darkened behind his glasses. He was as turned on by that request as I was. When King dropped his hands by his sides, Zac reached for the bottom of his sweater and lifted it up over his head, revealing the body kept hidden away from us for good fucking reason.

Because if I'd seen what he was packin', I would've jumped his bones a long time ago.

Planes of smooth, dark skin came into view, the ridges of his abdomen tightening under our open-mouthed stares. Holy shit. No professor should ever look that damn good.

Zac was clearly having the same thought, because he was so focused on getting his greedy hands back on King that he haphazardly threw the sweater at my face.

"The fuck." I balled it up, but the scent of King's cologne made me stop before I tossed it with the rest of our clothes. It was intoxicating, and I brought it up to my nose and took a deep inhale. God. The man smelled like sex. I wanted to bathe in it. I rubbed the soft material down my body, over my naked chest, putting his scent all over me. But just as I lowered it to my hips, King turned his attention on me.

He slid out from Zac's hold and took the sweater from me, dropping it on the ground. This close, I couldn't tell where his pupils began, his eyes were so dark. And when he lowered his eyes to my mouth, I was ready for my kiss. Those full lips were made for biting, and I angled my head as he leaned forward?—

"Unzip me."

His breath on my lips was all the contact he made before he straightened and waited for me to follow the order.

If he thought I wasn't dying to see that big cock again or get him as naked as we were, he'd underestimated my interest.

"I can handle that," I said, reaching for the button of his pants and flicking it open with my thumb. King watched me as I lowered his zipper, brushing my knuckles against the erection barely contained by thin briefs.I wet my lower lip and curled my fingers beneath the waist of his briefs. All the blood pumping in my veins headed south as King's awe-inspiring dick was revealed.

Fuuuuuck. The urge to taste him was overwhelming. I didn't know how I managed to keep drawing his pants down. Maybe it was seeing his hard, thick thighs for the first time. Or wanting to strip him down so I could take in the whole picture he made.

I removed his shoes, and once he stepped out of his clothes, I slid them across the floor. The heat of Zac's stare seared my skin as King lifted my chin with his thumb. He didn't say a word, only nudged me to stand up. No sooner had I straightened than his mouth was on mine, those full lips pillow soft but firm—a man used to taking what he wanted. They plied mine open easily as his hands came up to hold my head, keeping me right where he wanted me.

Un-fucking-real. That was all I could think. All I could feel. Between the dominance of his tongue stroking mine and the way our dicks came into contact at our closeness, I was such a bundle of sensations that I couldn't even try to play cool.

Out of pure instinct, I reached for his cock, and the moment I wrapped my fingers around him, a loud crack echoed through the room, followed by the shock of pain as King's hand made contact with my ass.

I gasped against his mouth as strong fingers gripped my wrist and yanked my arm up between us.

"Did I give you permission to do that?"

"No, but I thought?—"

"Don't do that. Don't think." King put his lips by my ear. "Tonight, you are going to listen and do what you're told."

His warm breath against my skin made a shiver race up my spine, and while I'd usually push back against such an order, I wasn't going to risk missing out on my turn under that powerful body.

"Yes, King ."

His lips twitched as he straightened to his full, glorious height, his eyes roaming over us. "Fucking gorgeous," he said, mostly to himself, then he turned and called over his shoulder, "Follow me."

Hell, I probably would've crawled after him if he'd told me to, and not a single person would blame me. The man looked as phenomenal from behind as he did the front. All those muscles rippling across his broad back, and his ass? Fuck me. It was so round and tight I wanted to take a bite out of it.

Or better yet, get on my knees and worship it.

"Pinch me," Zac said under his breath, his eyes roaming over the sex god who had just walked past the comfy couches and disappeared out of sight.

"Pinch you? Pretty sure he's gonna fuck you. Wouldn't you rather that?"

Zac's hand immediately moved to his dick, and we hurried after King. Seemed I wasn't the only one who didn't want miss out on what was about to come next.

Namely us .

We stepped through an archway that opened up to a grand dining room that, like the main living space, boasted floor-to-ceiling glass doors that opened to let the salty sea breeze in.

A view like that would be difficult to top under normal circumstances. But neither one of us was looking out at the ocean. The first thing that caught our attention was the eight seats flanking either side of an Empire-style double pedestal dining table—and King, who stood at the head of it.

"Zac? Come over here."

Like a man in a trance, Zac immediately crossed to where King stood. I went to follow.

"You. Stay."

I opened my mouth to protest, but his arched brow had me shutting it.

Oh, right, I was supposed to be doing what I was told.

Once he seemed satisfied I wasn't going anywhere, King returned his attention to Zac, who stood beside him at the head of the table.

"You have a beautiful body," King said in that growly voice, and it didn't even matter that he wasn't talking about mine—my cock kicked as though he was.

"I'm glad you think so."

"I do." King placed his hand on Zac's chest, and I heard his gasp. "Your heart's racing. Are you nervous?"

Zac—who had never had a shy bone in his body when it came to sex with me—shook his head. "Excited."

"Good. I like that." King smoothed his hand down Zac's abs and teased the light dusting of hair that led to his dick.

"Ah, shit …" Zac reached for King's arm as he swayed a little. Poor guy would probably faint when King finally touched his cock.

"Hmm," King said as he looked to the table, then back to Zac. "Maybe we should get you off your feet."

Oh my God, yes . Please do what I think you're about to do.

"Why don't you take a seat?" King ran his fingers over the shiny wooden surface. "Right up here on the table."

Zac's shoulders lifted with a sharp gulp of air before he shifted up onto the table and King moved in front of him to place a hand on his knee.

"Yes. That's going to work well. Don't move. I'll be right back."

King strode over to me. Hell yes, it was my turn. I stroked my hard-on as King approached, wondering where he was going to put me .

"James."

That voice would forever play an essential role in any fuck fantasy I had from here on out. "Yes, my king?"

King's eyes glittered, and my pulse pounded. His dominant side made my dick hard.

"Come with me."

Anywhere, I almost said, but decided to just follow. Instead of leading me over to the table, though, he walked me right by Zac to the corner of the room.

"Kneel."

I looked back at Zac, who had one hand braced on the table beside him, his legs dangling off the end of it, his cock in hand.

Why was King putting me over here if the action was going to happen over there?

"I don't understand."

"You disobeyed me twice this week. Three times, if I'm counting right now. So this is your punishment."

"My punishment ?" I scoffed, but quickly shut my mouth when King took a step forward.

"Yes. You're going to kneel in this corner with your hands behind your back and watch while I fuck Zac."

"Wait, so I can't even touch?—"

"Kneel. Or leave. Those are your two options."

My jaw hurt with how hard I clenched it, but King knew he had me. There was no way I was about to leave, even if I wasn't allowed to touch anyone—including myself.

I slowly sank to the hardwood floor, my hungry gaze locking on his cock. But a finger under my chin had me looking back up to his face. Then he untied my ascot and slid it free.

"Don't pout. Now open wide," King said as he balled the silk in his hand and stuffed it between my lips. " Don't spit this out. Remember, you're the one who said Zac could go first."

Something I was regretting at this moment as King walked over to the china cabinet and pulled out a box of condoms and a bottle of lube.

Holy shit. He'd gagged me? And I was supposed to just sit here and take it?

Who was I kidding? I would've done anything he asked me to get what was currently heading Zac's way. At King's approach, Zac spread his legs a little wider.

My balls ached as I watched the two in the middle of the room, and I had to admit, I had pretty good view, all things considered.

King put the bottle on the table and tore open one of the condom packets with his teeth, then he handed it over to Zac.

"Put it on me."

Zac took the condom and rolled it down King's thick pole, no doubt imagining how good it was going to feel when it split him in half.

Lucky fucker.

"You can touch me," King said when Zac snuck a quick squeeze the way I'd tried. But unlike me, King allowed his hand. "Learn every inch of me. Understand exactly who it is that's about to take you."

I moaned around the gag as Zac began to pull and stroke King's erection, and when King grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, I growled.

Jealousy wasn't something I was used to feeling. Mainly because no one ever had anything I wanted. But when King thrust his tongue in between Zac's lips, I couldn't decide what I wanted more: that deep tongue fuck of a kiss, or my hands learning the cock I knew could destroy me in the best way ever.

Every nerve in my body felt wired as King pulled his lips free of Zac's. Then he put a hand to his shoulder and pushed him down on the table, until Zac was laid out like an offering for a king.

"Damn." King's tone was reverent as he looked over his TA, and I had a feeling he would never look at Zac the same way again. I sure as shit hadn't after our first time together. "Spread your arms out to either side of the table for me."

Zac, ever the good student, did as he was told, reaching for and gripping either side of the table. King stroked his fingers up the underside of Zac's shaft, and the quick snap of his hips into the air had a sensual chuckle filling the room. "So sensitive," he mused, then tapped on his right knee with his other hand. "Put this foot up on the table."

Zac quickly did as he was told, so turned on I doubted there was anything he wouldn't do.

"I wonder if you'll be as sensitive to my mouth."

Zac nodded and pushed his hips up in a not-so-subtle message to do it so we could find out. The way King had Zac positioned, his closest leg swung down off the table, ensured nothing obstructed my view of what was about to happen between his thighs.

Something I was sure King had planned all along.

"Why don't we find out?" King lowered down over Zac and flicked his tongue across the head of his dripping cock, and when Zac's hips thrust up off the table, he sucked him into his mouth.

"Ah fuck. Fuuuck ." Zac reached for King as the professor's lips began to move up and down his shaft.

King growled, a feral kind of sound that had my hands clenching into fists, and as if he could see behind my back, King tilted his head a fraction and caught my eye as Zac's rough thrusts got even faster.

It was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen, and I was strangely proud of Zac for going after what he wanted. I shifted on my heels, moving my hands under my thighs as my dick all but begged me to take hold of it. But I sat still. No matter how badly I wanted to go over and join in, I wanted my own chance under him more.

King returned his attention to Zac, who'd gotten more vocal with every suck. He dragged his lips off Zac's cock and grabbed the lube.

I could hear Zac breathing hard as he stared up at King."Hands back where they were," he told Zac as he reached down and cradled his balls. "It's time to get you ready for me."

"I'm ready now," Zac panted as he reached for the edge of the table. I couldn't blame him for wanting to rush it, but had he seen the same cock I had?

"Not yet," King said, slipping a finger down and finding Zac's hole. Zac bucked up, trying to get more."Mmm," King said. "Let's get another in you."

I'd told him Zac was a greedy bottom.

King slipped two fingers in then, and pre-cum dripped from both mine and Zac's dicks.

"Look at you," he said, and did just that as he scissored his fingers inside of Zac, stretching and widening his greedy hole.

"So turned on," Zac moaned.

"Which is exactly the way I want you. I wonder, can you take three?" King looked over at me. "James? Can he take three?" He held them up, and my mouth watered around the gag like he was about to use them on me.

I nodded, still unable to speak.

King moved his hand back between Zac's thighs, slowly pushing those thick digits inside. Zac whimpered, his head rolling back and forth on the table as his erection wept for attention.

"Let go of the table," King ordered him, and the next moment he was grabbing Zac under his bent knee and pulling his ass to the edge of the smooth surface.

My heart thundered as I watched with rapt attention when King directed the head of his cock to Zac's eager entrance—then pushed inside. I dug my nails into the undersides of my thighs as I watched every thick inch disappear inside of Zac, and only when King was fully seated did I realize I needed to breathe.

That was when I heard the other two in the room, their heavy breathing matching my own as King began a slow roll of his hips, dragging himself from Zac before plowing back into him.

Jesus Christ, that was so fucking hot. I didn't know where to look. Zac had reached down to take hold of his dick and was stroking in time with the ever-increasing pace King was setting, and King? His ripped body was all tense muscles as he fucked Zac exactly like I knew he would—an animal.

He was hard, rough, and wild—a dominant alpha, just as I expected—and my ass ached to get taken by him.

" King… " Zac shouted as he craned his head back on the table, and King pulled his other leg up so he could hammer into him with ferocious vigor.

" Take it, Zac. Feel it," King grunted on each thrust, and I almost came from that alone.

Zac cried out at his words, and I moved up on my knees to watch as King's pounding shoved him back up the table.

God yes, I wanted that, so much I might beg for it once they got through.

Zac strangled his dick as he feverishly stroked himself toward orgasm. He had to be close now—I sure as hell was.

King pulled out of him and put Zac's feet back on the table. Then he rolled his condom off and tossed it to the floor. "Now, show me how you're gonna come whenever you think about me fucking you like that ."

Zac moaned and arched up off the table, pushing his cock through his viselike fist, and in less than two strokes, hot jets of cum shot up his chest. A savage growl ripped from King's throat at the sight, and he milked his own cock just as hard before making a sticky mess of his TA, and the breathing in the room was almost as loud as the crashing waves outside.

It wasn't until I heard my name that I realized the ringing in my ears and harsh breathing was my own. I blinked once, twice, and focused on King's towering figure as he turned to fully face me and crooked a finger.

"Come here, now ."