The Good Liar:Exclusive Bonus Scene

Bonus Scene

The Last Supper

Cole

​​“Jas?” My voice echoed through the foyer as I balanced a week’s worth of mail in my hands, and Jasper’s favorite bottle of wine under my arm. 

 

Things had picked up professionally for the both of us, and in between running our companies, Leland’s accident, and handling our separate tasks for our upcoming wedding, we were like two ships passing in the night. It was mostly my fault. Jasper tried to carve out quality time for us, but one of my infamous last minute meetings tended to get in the way. I planned to make up for it tonight.   

 

“Jasper?” The shrill ring of my cell phone cracked through the silence. I dumped everything onto the foyer table to fish it from my pocket. “Whatever it is can wait until morning,” I said in place of a greeting. My new assistant gave a nervous chuckle but remained on the line. “I’m serious, Noel.” I removed my suit jacket, tossing it on top of the table too. “Jasper’s going to call off the wedding if I don’t get my act together.”

 

It was an exaggeration, but I could feel the strain of Jasper missing me. Could hear it in every sigh whenever I took a business call during dinner. Or when he said, “It’s okay, I understand,” knowing full well he didn’t—or didn’t want to. 

 

I missed him too. Missed holding him, missed giving him the attention he needed, missed burying myself deep inside of him for more than a few minutes at a time. He needed more than a quickie in the shower before dashing out the door for work. We both did. 

 

There was silence on the other end now, and I pictured Noel fidgeting with his bifocals as he debated whether or not to screw up my night. 

 

“Spit it out,” I said, my tone resigned as I moved further into the apartment. 

 

“It’s the Mulligan account, sir. They’re nervous about tomorrow’s big announcement. I think they need some reassurance. I got the sense Mr. Mulligan isn’t above pulling the plug if they don’t hear back from you tonight.” 

 

I stepped into the living room, blowing a breath at the ceiling. “Fine. Set up the meeting.” I checked my watch. “Give me twenty minutes. And Noel,” I called before he hung up. “Sir is a title reserved for my father. Call me Cole.”  

 

“Thank you, sir—er, Mr. Kincaid.” 

 

“That’s better, I suppose.” 

 

Grinning, I slipped my phone in my pocket, turning my attention back to the whereabouts of Jasper. We agreed to meet here, but the place felt too still. I frowned. Where was he?

 

I’d been about to head for the kitchen until a magazine on the coffee table caught my eye. It was opened to an article titled: Dinner for a Few.  I’d just gotten through half of it when soft footsteps sounded. 

 

Jasper padded in, barefoot, hair damp from a fresh shower. “Hey,” he said, smiling like a shy teenage boy. God how I missed him. 

 

“Hey.” I smiled back. “I was hoping we could’ve showered together.” 

 

“I’m up for another one.” His cheeks turned rosy. 

 

We stared at each other as if we hadn’t seen one another in days, as if reuniting after surviving a long distance relationship. It was starting to feel like that lately. I shook myself out of the trance that watching him sometimes put me in. “What’s this?” I held up the raunchy magazine.

 

“Oh, it’s nothing.” He shrugged as if to further convince me of its nothingness. Lying wasn’t one of his strengths. “Just flipping through it, killing time until you got home.” 

 

“Where’d you get it?”

 

He leaned against the archway, feigning casualness. “Came in the mail.”

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“Really? Because I can’t imagine you’d remove just this from the mailbox and leave the rest of the mail piled inside. I dumped it all in the foyer, by the way.” I glanced at the name of the magazine: The Truth About Sex & Romance. “Doesn’t sound like something we’d need to subscribe to.” 

 

Jasper straightened as I stalked over to him, the lump at his throat shifting with his hard swallow. 

 

“Where’d you really get it from?” I stroked the blush staining his cheeks. 

 

“The newsstand on the corner.”

 

“Caught your eye, did it?”

 

“Um, yeah.” 

 

I considered him for a moment. “Is that nervousness or arousal I hear in your voice?” Both often looked and sounded the same in him. I stepped in closer, aligning my lower body with his, humming at what I felt. “Arousal, then.” 

 

I stepped back, returning our focus to the article he’d been reading before I arrived. “What was it about this particular piece that appealed to you? I haven’t finished it, but I can see where it’s going.”  

 

“I don’t know. I just found it interesting.” 

 

Something sharper than lust pumped through my veins now, making my follow up question sound cruder than intended. “You find it interesting that a man would host a dinner party to allow other men to fuck his husband? What about that appeals to you?” It didn’t take much for my jealousy to engage where Jasper was concerned. I prided myself on keeping him so satisfied, so stuffed full of my cock and cum that he didn’t have the time, nor the desire, to find anything outside of our bedroom… interesting. 

 

Jasper crossed his arms, taking up a defensive posture at my tone. “I didn’t say I wanted to do it, just that I found it interesting. I find Severance interesting, but you don’t see me begging to be severed, do you?”

 

“This is hardly the same, Jasper.”

 

“To me it is.” 

 

“So in other words you find it riveting, intriguing, fascinating, you’re captivated by it, curious, compelled by the idea.” I kept my voice calm when all I wanted to do was pin him to the floor by the throat, unleash my rigid cock and fuck him as if I had all the time in the world to get the job done. I wouldn’t have minded if it were a sex swing or strawberry flavored lube that had sparked his curiosity, but this… This was something I couldn’t give him. Wouldn’t ever give him. 

 

“You’re overreacting, Cole.” 

 

“Am I? So you’re not saying you want me to stand by while other men fuck you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

My gaze darkened on him, and I hadn’t realized I’d taken a step forward until he raised a hand in supplication.  

 

“I mean, no. Yes, I’m not saying that. No, I’m not saying that. Both answers work.” 

 

“So what are you saying?” 

 

“I’m saying I bought a magazine and had the nerve to read it while waiting for you to get home.” His sarcasm now made me want to fuck him as if we didn’t have all the time in the world, as if time were running out and I needed to make it count. 

 

My cock pounded at my zipper as I looked around, considering what surface I would toss him face down on before shoving into him. Fuck it, the floor would do.

 

“Be careful what you say next, angel,” I warned. 

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Jasper’s gaze snapped up from my hard length, his own dick tenting his sweats. “Jesus, Cole,” he breathed before clearing his throat and remembering to be annoyed. “You’re making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be.” He snatched the magazine from me and headed for the couch. 

 

I took a deep breath, allowing logic to push through the possessiveness overtaking my brain. There was a reason he’d left that article out in the open for me to stumble across it. “Isn’t that exactly what you wanted?” I asked with that in mind. “To get me riled up? Because what other type of response did you expect?” 

 

“I expected to read an article about whatever I want without you thinking it means something.” He plopped down on the cushions. 

 

I narrowed my gaze on him, seeing the truth he tried so hard to hide. “You purchased a magazine on saving romance, which would, no doubt, make me believe you thought our romance needed saving—because why else would it interest you, right?” I moved over to the drink cart and poured myself a few fingers of gin, swirling it in my tumbler as I watched Jasper shift in his seat. 

 

“Then you leave it open to an article about a man who organized a dinner party orgy for his husband,” I said contemplatively as he averted his gaze. “Then you took a shower, knowing I’d want to shower with you. I bet you got yourself ready in there too, didn’t you?” I downed my drink in one go, setting the glass down to prowl over to him. 

 

“I played right into your hands, didn’t I, angel?” I lowered to my knees between his spread legs. “You wanted to make sure you were nice and ready for when my need to prove that I own you got the best of me.” I pulled the strings on his joggers, reaching in for his hard cock. He hadn’t bothered with underwear. “You wanted nothing keeping me from tearing into you. Am I warm?” 

 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His voice was husky, and I couldn’t help but chuckle as he so helpfully lifted his hips so I could drag his pants down. 

 

“You missed me,” I breathed, stroking his cock. 

 

“Y-yes.” 

 

“Miss the way I lose my mind at just the thought of someone else touching you.” 

 

“Yes. God, yes.” 

 

“I know, angel. I know.” I worked a finger below his balls, sliding it under him until it breached his asshole. “God, you’re so fucking wet.” I knew he would be. Lube and heat coated my digit. I fucked it in and out of him, the couch cushion growing damp. 

 

I’d been about to lick away the pearl of precum at his slit when my phone rang, the sound breaking through the lust haze surrounding us. 

 

“Dammit.” I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing it was Noel, knowing I’d have to put a pause on things with Jasper to take this meeting. The phone stopped ringing only to start up again. I opened my eyes to find Jasper staring at me, his arousal receding as a look of disappointment took its place. 

 

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “It’ll be quick, then I’ll make love to you all night. I even got the bottle of wine you love.” 

 

Jasper sighed, pulling his pants back into place before saying the words I hated hearing the most from him. “It’s okay. I understand.” He left the living room, taking The Truth about Sex & Romance with him.

 

***

I woke up on the loveseat in my office hours later. The meeting ended up going longer than expected, and I’d sat here intending to go over a few notes before seeking out Jasper. I must have drifted off, and instead of waking me, Jasper covered me with a throw. That was either sweet of him, or he simply didn’t wake me because he didn’t want me in our bed. 

 

Standing, I stretched my arms over my head before letting them fall to my sides. We couldn’t go on like this. To hell with the Mulligans’ and whoever else needed my time and attention. I needed to take care of home. 

 

 

I shot Noel a quick email, letting him know to clear my calendar for the following week, no exceptions. If Jasper couldn’t—or wouldn’t—clear his, I’d just tag along with him to his office, sit in on his court cases, business lunches, meetings… anything. It didn’t matter, so long as I was with him. 

 

Fully prepared to grovel, I entered our bedroom to find Jasper sleeping on his side with his hands tucked under his cheek. His limbs twitched as though he didn’t sleep peacefully. I knew it was because I wasn’t next to him. 

 

I smiled softly, brushing his curly blond hair off his forehead. The tension instantly melted away from his body. I’d been about to turn his lamp off, the light of the moon more than enough for me to undress by and crawl into bed, but I paused at seeing the magazine on his nightstand. 

 

Picking it up, I flipped through, stopping at an article on dirty talk. How to Switch it Up, it read. I found myself… interested in what the experts had to say. I lowered into the armchair, and before I knew it, I’d devoured the magazine from front to back. 

 

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Jasper

 

It wasn’t that I hadn’t believed Cole when he said he’d be taking a whole week off to be with me. But his job was more unpredictable than mine, and seemed to demand more of his time. I figured I’d get him to myself for a day—two at best—and so I’d tailored my expectations with that in mind.  

 

I wasn’t unreasonable. I understood the demands we both faced in our professional and personal lives. We had a lot going on, but being apart for so many years had left me with an unhealthy need for his undivided attention. There was a limit to how long I could cope without it.  

 

When being honest about my needs hadn’t worked, I’d resorted to juvenile tactics of making him jealous. Cole had been right. I’d left that magazine where he would find it, knowing how it would make him react. I just needed him to want me in a way I hadn’t experienced for weeks, months it seemed. I needed him to not care if the world was crashing down around us, so long as we were entwined when it all came to an end. 

 

I’d never want anyone else but Cole. He satisfied me in a way no one ever could. I loved that the thought of sharing me made him murderous. Loved how possessive he could be with my body, how territorial he could be with my time, how even a passing glance from another man would earn me a hard fuck the moment we arrived home. I loved it a little too much, and as unreasonable as it sounded, I hated when anything got in the way of his obsession with me.    

 

It went both ways, though. I wasn’t above showing up at Cole’s office to ride his cock before his scheduled meetings with the handsome software architect who had a thing for him. 

 

“You’re imagining things,” he’d say, but I didn’t miss how Tylor’s gaze lingered on Cole at the holiday party when he thought no one was looking. 

 

I’d storm into Cole’s office and interrupt whatever call he was on to bounce up and down on his dick until we both exploded. Then I’d pass Tylor’s desk on my way out to let him know Cole was ready to see him, my scent and body language screaming “just fucked.” 

 

I thought about that and more on my way up to the penthouse Friday evening. We hadn’t had sex in over a week, not since the quick shower fuck I barely remembered. We’d both worked longer hours leading up to today, trying to squeeze everything in that we wouldn’t be able to address during our quality time alone. I was on edge, and either needed to be pulled back from it, or tossed over it. Something had to give. 

 

Cole stepped into view as soon as I exited the elevator. “Hey…” I trailed off, taking in his slicked back hair and all black tux. “Are you going somewhere?” I couldn’t help the disappointment in my tone. Something last minute probably came up, an invitation to a business dinner or gala he couldn’t turn down. Just this once I wished he would’ve. 

 

“We’re going somewhere,” he said, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. 

 

“We are?” My tone rose an octave higher. He’d gotten all dressed up for me. “Where are you taking me?” I rested my jacket and satchel on the table before smoothing my hands up his suited chest. 

 

“I planned a dinner party for you.” 

 

“You did? Wait…” I dropped my hands. “A dinner party? With people?”

 

“Yes.” He chuckled. “That’s usually how dinner parties work.” 

 

“Oh.” I wanted him to myself, but I smiled anyway because it had to have taken a lot of effort to coordinate a party in such a short amount of time. I’d have him to myself afterwards. 

 

Cole checked his watch. “Our guests are waiting. Get showered and changed. I had your tux dry cleaned. It’s hanging in the closet.” He stepped in, cupping my cheeks before kissing me with everything he had. This was the type kiss I’d been missing, the spark to my dying flame. I slid my palms along his neck, my lips moving hungrily as I moaned into his mouth.  

 

“Don’t,” I said when he pulled back. I gripped the collar of his jacket, not wanting to lose this moment. Especially after having felt deprived of his passion and urgency for me. 

 

Cole sighed, pressing a kiss to my forehead. He stared me in the eyes, running his thumb up and down my jawline to calm me. “It feels like months since we’ve connected meaningfully, doesn’t it? Years, even.” 

 

“Yes,” I whispered, closing my eyes because I knew where he was headed with this. 

 

“I did the math, angel. It’s only been a few weeks since we made love all night on the living room floor. Three weeks since I ran you a hot bath, then meticulously cleaned every part of you before dirtying you up again. We’ve kissed since then, fucked since then, said ‘I love you’ a million times since then.”

 

“It hasn’t been the same,” I argued, peeling my eyes open. “Three weeks is a long time.” 

 

He nodded. “Life has gotten away from us in recent weeks, and I imagine it won’t be the last time it happens. But I’m not Daniel, angel. You’ll always be my number one priority, even if sometimes life gets in the way. There’s nothing I wouldn’t turn down or sacrifice for you, nothing more meaningful to me than you. Nothing.” 

 

I realized that was what I needed to hear. What I needed to be reminded of. “I know.”

 

“But it feels good to hear it, right?” He grinned. 

 

“Yeah, it does.”

 

“Then let me remind you all night and for the rest of our lives. Get ready. Our guests are getting restless.” He tapped my ass, sending me on my way. 

 

I thought about how little our plans made sense to me as I headed down the hall, then turned, walking backwards as I spoke. “What guests? No one told me anything about a dinner party.” 

 

“That’s because you don’t know anyone in attendance,” he replied, causing me to come to a halt. “No more questions, angel. Hurry up.” He disappeared into the living room, leaving me alone with my confusion. “Get moving, Jasper,” he called out a few seconds later.

 

I hurried into the bedroom, trying to answer all the questions floating around in my head. A dinner party with people I didn’t know? Were they people who wanted to work with me? Friends of his I’d never met? No, I knew all of Cole’s friends. His friends were my friends. 

 

I undressed, asking and answering my own questions but it still didn’t make sense. It wasn’t until I’d showered and rushed into the closet that I got an inkling of what Cole had in store for me tonight. 

 

The magazine I’d bought to taunt him sat on the top of his dresser. And just like that evening in the living room, it was opened to the article titled: Dinner for a Few. 

 

It felt like I’d been kicked in the chest. Did Cole plan to pass me around tonight? Had my childish game to get what I wanted left him feeling inadequate? Maybe he thought I wasn’t happy with our sex life anymore? 

 

I’d done this. I’d made him think he wasn’t enough all because of some residual insecurities from my time with Daniel. I mean, that hadn’t been the only reason why, but it definitely played a part. The truth was, whenever Cole was distracted, I was terrified of losing his attention completely. Fearful of becoming totally invisible to him. 

 

There was no time to talk once I’d gotten dressed. Cole was already waiting by the elevator, ushering me into it by the time I reached him. 

 

“So, what’s the name of the restaurant?” I asked as we rode down to the lobby. 

 

“What I have planned is too big for a mere restaurant.” His tone was ominous. “I rented out The Crystal Room.” 

 

“The Crystal Room?” I exclaimed, whirling on him. “That can hold hundreds of people.” Way more than a few. It had been the location for the Nexcom Global holiday party. The Crystal Room sat atop the Chrisdale building and offered panoramic views of the city. 

 

“I know,” he said, one side of his mouth kicking up into a wicked grin. “And I was able to fill every square inch of it.” 

 

The elevator doors parted, and Cole headed for the revolving doors without a care for the stunned expression I wore. 

 

“Did you plan a dinner for other men to fuck me?” I hissed once I’d caught up to him. I managed to plaster on a smile for the driver as he held the back door for us to slip into the SUV. “Answer me,” I demanded as soon as we were shut in. 

 

Cole tugged at the cuffs of his sleeves, completely unruffled by my reaction. 

 

“You did, didn’t you? You swore you weren’t capable of sharing me.” I forgot about the part where this was my fault. Maybe because I didn’t expect him to be so cavalier about it. I thought for sure he’d break down and admit he didn’t want to go through with it. My heart felt a little bit bruised. I wanted Cole to swear that my body was his, and that he couldn’t and wouldn’t ever share it with anyone. But he seemed more than happy to. 

 

“Well, technically, what I said was that ‘I lose my mind at just the thought of someone else touching you.’ That’s a far cry from being incapable.” He brushed imaginary lint off his pants before turning to me with that damn grin again. He was enjoying this, I realized.

 

“Are you kidding me right now?! You’re going to pass me around to… hundreds of people?” I couldn’t even wrap my head around it. My body tightened protectively, rejecting even the possibility of it. Sure, I had a healthy sex drive, and being fucked all night by Cole could leave my body feeling like ten men had just ran a train on me, but this was too much. 

 

“Of course not,” he said, leaning in to run his nose up and down my cheek. I shivered, my muscles loosening. “Most of our guests will be spectators.” 

 

I scowled at him as he fought to contain his amusement. “What if I enjoy it a little too much? Can you handle that?” I thought for sure he’d fly off the handle then, tell me no one would ever lay a hand on me, not if they wanted to keep it. Thought he might get so enraged by the thought that he’d fuck me right here as we sped to our destination. 

 

“For you, I can handle anything, angel.” 

 

I frowned, and he continued, pretending not to notice. 

 

“I realized I can’t allow my ego to get in the way of what you need. I plan on spending the rest of my life with you, Jasper, and every life after. I need to be more open to trying new things, to keeping our love life fresh and exciting. I wasn’t paying attention, wasn’t picking up on your hints. I’m paying attention now, angel. I’m giving you what you need.” Cole swooped in for a toe-curling kiss, reaching between my legs and rubbing me to hardness. By the time he pulled away I was delirious, ready to agree to anything.  

 

 “And don’t be nervous,” he whispered against my swollen lips. “They’ve all been vetted and tested, and given strict instructions not to fuck you too hard. That’s my job.”

 

“Oh, really?” I said tightly, some of my disbelief and anger returning. Cole’s door opened. I hadn’t even noticed we’d arrived. He thanked Mark before stepping out and coming round to open my door himself. 

 

“At least I’ll finally be satisfied after tonight,” I muttered as we rode the elevator to the top floor of the landmark building. 

 

Ignoring my petulance, Cole crowded me in the corner of the cabin, pecking me on the lips. “Maybe we can make this a weekly thing,” he said, eyes widening at his “bright” idea. “Depending on how long it takes you to recover.” 

 

I’d been about to deck him, but the doors parted, saving him. Sensual music drifted throughout the plush space, and the crystal chandeliers provided golden, ambient lighting. 

 

“Come on,” Cole said, taking my hand.  

 

We stopped on the threshold of the room. Straight ahead waited a grand table filled with platters of food and goblets of wine—I assumed. Delicacies covered every inch of the table, except for the center. The center remained bare as if reserved for the main course. I swallowed as my stomach churned suddenly with nerves. I was the main course.  

 

Men surrounded the table as if dying for a bite to eat, or something to quench their thirst. Plenty of them stood mingling throughout every inch of the room too. The scene reminded me of Da Vinci’s famous painting, except more formal. 
 

We weaved our way through the crowd heading for the feast fit for a king. My heart pounded as it filled with love, as I took in the fine suits and dark gazes of the men Cole had invited. He must have gone through a lot of trouble to accomplish this in such a short time.  

 

“Mannequins?” I bit my bottom lip to contain my smile. Cole and I were the only animated beings in the room. 

 

We came to a stop near the table. Cole fisted my hair, jerking my head back and making my breath hitch as his gaze bore into mine. It lacked the playfulness it held during the short ride here. 

 

“Did you really think I’d let another man have their way with you? You’re mine, Jasper. No one fucks you but me. No one sucks your cock but me. Anyone touches you, and they lose more than the hand they touched you with. Understand me?” 

 

“Completely,” I breathed, so turned on I couldn’t see straight. 

 

He dropped a kiss to my throat, raising goosebumps all over me. “But who said we can’t pretend?” 

 

“No one,” I answered. He let me go, adjusting his erection. 

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“This is Julio.” He flourished a hand in front of the olive-toned mannequin nearest me, the one reaching for the table. “Julio wants to fuck your throat while I stuff your cunt.” 

 

My eyes widened at his use of the filthy word. Cole’s dirty talk was usually more refined than that. What else had he picked up from that magazine? 

 

He held up a tan-colored dildo, and I realized there were many dildo’s intermixed with the platters of food on the table. “Julio’s a big boy,” Cole said. 

 

I shrugged. “He isn’t bigger than you.” 

 

“Right answer, angel. Right answer.” He ignored the many men seated to point to the mannequin wearing a tailcoat, the one leaning over with his palms pressed into the table. He stared at the spot I knew was reserved for me.  “That’s Jericho.” Cole produced a chocolate-colored dildo next. “Jericho wants a piece of your ass tonight.” Jericho had a barbell piercing, and so did Julio. 

 

More cocks lined the table in various complexions, lengths, and girth. Cole moved in close, wrapping a hand around my throat. “Everyone gets a turn, but you come for me, understand?” It was a threat. I nodded, close to coming right then. “Good.” He let go, looking at all the faces surrounding us. “Now get undressed, angel. Everyone’s ravenous.” 

 

Cole backed away to get a good view of my whole body, his eyes darkening with every piece of clothing that hit the floor until I stood naked. 

 

“Your turn.” I pushed my hair away from my face, not wanting anything to obstruct my view of him. He removed his jacket, and I resisted the urge to stroke my cock as he then tore his shirt open. I couldn’t afford to end things before they even began. 

 

Cole’s body was a work of art. His muscles sleek, his corded abdomen narrowing to a tapered waist. My mouth watered from the sizable imprint his cock made within his pants, the way it rode along his inner thigh, the way it stretched the fabric there as if trying to break free. 

 

He undid the button on his pants, then lowered the zipper agonizingly slowly. His dick sprang into the air, bobbing as he kicked out of his trousers and underwear. Precum glistened from his slit. It was a struggle to remove my gaze from it, but I had to take in the rest of him. 

 

Cole widened his stance a bit, his strong thighs tensing, the muscles defined there too. I shivered when I reached the light dusting of hair along his calves, remembering how they felt when intertwined with mine. 

 

“W-what are you going to do to me first?” 

 

“I’m gonna let some of the other men have at you first. Then when I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna drench your cunt with my cum, angel.” 

 

“God, Cole.” I did grab my dick then, squeezing it at the base to keep from coming. 

 

“Get that pretty bussy on the table, angel,” he ordered, referring to my boy-pussy. His raunchiness made me even more horny, the bold, uncaring stare a nice touch too. It felt like he wanted my body and nothing more. Like I had no purpose right then beyond my tight hole. 

 

I felt behind me for the table, resting my ass on it before easing backwards. I never took my eyes off Cole, even while feeling the other men’s gazes on me. 

 

“Now lay back and bust those legs wide open for me.” He approached while stroking his shaft. I did as told, spreading my legs and planting my feet at the edge of the table. Platters of fruit decorated with dildos surrounded me. 

 

Cole stood between my legs, parting my ass cheeks to inspect my hole. I clenched against the pad of his finger rubbing there. “So fucking pink,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “So pink, and so mine. I’m gonna dirty this hole up tonight. By the time we leave this place, you’ll be filthy as fuck, soaking wet, and full of my cum.” 

 

“Yes,” I panted, bearing down on his dry digit. Cole pulled his hand away, smacking my ass before grabbing a fat dildo. Julio, if I remembered correctly. I looked at the mannequin watching me with a starved gaze as if he knew I was about to take care of him. 

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“Open wide and relax your throat, angel. That’s it,” Cole praised, leaning over me to slide the cock into my mouth. He didn’t stop until the big, silicone balls tapped my bottom lip. Cole withdrew it slowly to the tip, pausing before sending it all the way in again. I breathed deeply through my nose, hollowing my cheeks as I pressed my tongue against the underside of the shaft. 

 

“I know I shouldn’t be jealous,” Cole rasped, “but I can’t help it. Another man’s cock has got you spilling precum all over yourself, humping the fucking air.” 

 

I wanted to tell him it was his wet cockhead doing this to me, the way he dragged it up and down my inner thigh. I sank both hands into my hair, moaning and tugging as my hard thrusts sent my dick bouncing off my stomach. 

 

“The least you can do is pretend you’re not a filthy whore, angel.” Cole spanked my leg with his meaty cock, and I nearly choked on the dick in my mouth. I relaxed my throat again, reaching between my legs for him. 

 

He tugged the dick free, pinning my wrist to the table as he tsked. I panted harshly, coughing as tears sprang to my eyes. “I’ll tell you when you can touch me,” he said before swapping Julio for someone I didn’t know. Someone bigger. “It’s Enzo’s turn.” 

 

“Please—” My words were cut off as he twisted, pulled and shoved the dick in and out of my mouth. I needed something in me. A finger, a tongue, a dick—real or fake. I just needed to be filled, needed to feel stretched and used. 

 

The sound of a cap popping sent a wave of heat rolling through my body. Cole poured lube over my erection and my hole. It trickled down my groin and beyond, tickling my skin as rivulets of it rained down my ass cheeks.

 

“Don’t stop sucking, angel.” 

 

I tightened my lips around Enzo, my body buzzing with anticipation for what Cole had planned next. I froze when he slid a cock ring down my shaft. 

 

I turned my head, freeing my mouth. “I told you I wouldn’t come for them,” I said hoarsely.

 

“You’re enjoying this too much, angel. I can’t take any chances.” 

 

Any other protests were thwarted when he shoved two fingers inside of me. I cried out around the dildo, my back arching off the table. Trays of food clattered to the floor as I swept my arms out. 

 

“Fuck, look at how you ride my fingers, Jasper. Getting that ass nice and ready for Jericho.” 
 

Sweat poured from my skin as I gagged on the dildo while thrusting against his hand. I peered down at him as best I could. Cole watched his digits disappear, licking his lips, his hold on the dick in my mouth slipping. I took control of it for him, moaning and spitting on Enzo’s crown before sending him to the back of my throat again. The barbell brushed repeatedly against my tonsils. 

 

With both hands available to him now, Cole worked his cock, alternating between watching himself finger fuck me, and watching me down the dick in my mouth. I raised my head to get an even better look at him, sucking just the top half of Enzo’s cock now. Cole’s stomach muscles rippled, his cockhead an angry shade of purple. 

 

I whimpered when he removed his fingers, my hips still bucking as Enzo fell from my swollen lips. I breathed audibly as Cole slicked up the big, Black dick in his hand. “Oh, fuck,” I panted. “Fuck.” 

 

There was a button near the base. Cole pressed it and a creamy white substance dribbled down the tip. “You’re gonna let him come inside me?” I couldn’t believe it. 

 

“This is the only time I’ll ever let another man come inside of you, Jasper. And I’m not happy about it.” His voice was rough, ragged, and his hand trembled as he thought twice about it. 

 

“Please,” I whined, needing it, needing them both. My cock ached, my orgasm trapped behind the ring he forced on me. “I want you both.” 

 

“At the same time?” 

 

“Yes,” I groaned, still humping the air. 

 

“You know you need a full day of prep for that, angel.” 

 

“P-please… I can take it. I can take you both.” My eyes rolled back, my head tapping against the table as he slid Jericho partway inside. 

 

“Dammit, Jasper. You can barely handle him alone.” 

 

“I can do it.” I sounded delirious, my whole existence reduced to this moment. 

 

“Relax, for him, angel. Show him how good you can take his big cock.” 

 

I grabbed the backs of my knees, bringing them near my ears as Cole jerked my ass closer to the edge of the table. Jericho waited patiently partway inside of me. By no means did it feel like a small intrusion, and Cole’s cock was even bigger. But reason had abandoned me, and I was ready to take on every cock in the room. 

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I moaned and shouted and cried out for more as Jericho worked me open. Cole alternated between feeding me his precum, calling me a whore, reminding me who I belonged to, and promising to make me pay for this. Pay for getting off on another man’s cock. All the while, Jericho kept thrusting, kept feeding me inch after agonizing inch. 

 

“Please,” I begged again, my legs slipping from my sweaty grasp. “I n-need to come. I need… you.” 

 

“Does this cunt ever get enough?” he asked, his voice guttural, his body drenched in precum and sweat. I didn’t know how he’d held out this long. 

 

“No,” I breathed. “Never.” 

 

He upended the bottle of lube over his cock, my opening, and then his hand.

 

“Fuck!” I barked when he slipped two fingers in alongside Jericho. Jericho picked up speed, his piercing pelting my prostate. My cock ached, trapped within the ring, and my mind felt like it was on the brink of collapse. 

 

It felt like hours had passed by the time he and Jericho had bottomed out in me. I could tell by the veins bulging at his neck and forehead, could tell by the way he fell on top of me that as soon as he moved, it would be over. 

 

Cole reached between us to remove the ring, and I let out a string of curses with what little voice I had left. It wouldn’t just be over for him, it would be over for all of us. He kissed me hard and slow, one hand between us holding Jericho inside, the other flattened on the table near my head. 

 

“Touch me, angel. Please, fucking touch me.” 

 

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, kissing him with all that I had left. “I love you,” I whispered, tears and sweat running down my cheeks. “So fucking much.” 

 

“I love you too,” he breathed into our kiss. “Hold on tight, angel.” 

 

Cole moved, the double penetration excruciating, unbearable, and oh, so fucking good. The table shook, and something rolled before crashing to the floor. Julio toppled over with it. 

 

We both grunted with held breaths, my fists curling in Cole’s hair as my orgasm barreled up and through my dick, making a mess of us. A string of it shot past our chests to land on Cole’s lip. He licked it clean, cursing as my taste hit his tongue, coming inside of me with a roar immediately after. 

 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he panted, slipping Jericho from me before fucking me through the aftershocks. 

 

“Did he come?” I asked once we’d cooled down.

 

“No.” His voice sounded torn to shreds. “I couldn’t do it. Not even for you, angel.” 

 

I let out a soundless chuckle as he nuzzled into my damp hair. My body felt both heavy and weightless. I gazed around the room, taking in what I could see from this position. “How did you do all this?” I shifted my leg, noticing a piece of strawberry stuck to my thigh. Cole laughed, grabbing the piece of fruit and swiping it through the mess on our chests before feeding me half. 

 

“There isn’t much I can’t make happen, angel. Especially for you.” He added more cum to the other half before swallowing it down with a moan.

 

“So what now?” I asked, staring into his tired but loving eyes as I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair. 

 

“Now we head for Majestic for the next week. I’m sure Warrior misses you.” 

 

I’d named our estate outside of the city Majestic, and now that he’d mentioned it, I missed Warrior too. It had been over a month since I’d seen her. I couldn’t wait to saddle her up and head for the trails. 

 

“So you really aren’t going to let anything get in the way of our week together?” 

 

“Not just a week, angel. From here on out, nothing gets in the way of us. Ever.” 

 

We traced each other’s smiles, kissing and whispering soft words filled with love into each other’s skin. I’d love this man forever, I thought. And nothing would get in the way of that. Ever. 

 

The End

 

**Wanna spend the week with Jasper & Cole at their home outside of the city?

Stay tuned for all the sweet, romantic things they get into. 

 

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