“Open.” Luke groaned the word, apparently losing his grip on the control he so desperately sought to maintain.

Sierra watched, noticing the way Luke gripped Cole’s hair tighter, seeing the pain etched on Cole’s face from how hard Luke was pulling, but the man didn’t seem to mind. Instead, his lips parted, and his tongue darted out in the most sensually erotic moment Sierra had ever witnessed. Sure, she had watched the two men in Vegas, but honestly she had been so overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure, the memories were faded. To see the scene before her so up close and personal, Sierra wanted nothing more than to be a bystander so she could take in every aspect, note every ounce of pleasure these two men brought to one another.

Luke thrust forcefully past Cole’s lips, past his teeth and then held himself still as Cole enveloped his steel hard shaft. Sierra felt the moisture pool between her legs, felt her clit begin to throb as Cole began to consume Luke’s cock, doing everything that Luke had taught her he liked. Effortlessly.

Luke’s grip on Cole’s hair didn’t lessen, nor did Cole’s apparent desire. Within seconds Cole was gripping Luke’s hard muscled thighs, pulling Luke closer, giving himself over to the man while Sierra watched. She got the impression that Cole enjoyed her watching. Using her fingernails, she couldn’t keep from touching him any longer; Sierra gently scored his back, raking her nails lightly up and down the taut, tanned skin.

“So fucking good.” Luke groaned, shattering the silence in the small enclosed space and capturing Sierra’s attention.

Looking up at him, she saw the sheer ecstasy etched on every one of his rugged features. Every muscle from his jaw down to his heavily muscled thighs stood out in stark relief as he held himself upright while Cole sucked him.

“Damn, I’ve missed that mouth.” Luke whispered, and Sierra suspected Luke didn’t mean to say the words out loud. Never did he share that much of himself, but he seemed to have let himself go. At least for the moment.

* * *

Luke didn’t mean for his thoughts to project out of his mouth, but the pleasure Cole bestowed upon him was just too much. The way he used his tongue, coursing over the sensitive underside of his cock, bathing him in heat, was unlike anything Luke had known before. Except for the last time Cole had gotten on his knees before him.

Realizing he wasn’t going to last, Luke pulled out of Cole’s mouth, releasing his hair only to turn to Sierra who proceeded to blow his dick and his mind all at the same time. He couldn’t take much more, and God help him, he hadn’t wanted this to be about him. He needed to show both Cole and Sierra that he wasn’t the selfish bastard he’d made everyone believe.

But he needed this. He had always needed this. The desire to own Cole, to have his complete and total surrender was stronger than he was. And the man’s defiance still shook him to the core. Luke had realized he had to earn Cole’s surrender, earn the right to pleasure him the way he saw fit. And it wasn’t until that moment, with Cole on his knees before him, that he realized he did own the man.

Just as Cole owned him.

“I won’t last…” Luke said the words as he backed away from Sierra, his back making contact with the wall as he fought for breath, fought for just a measure of control. For the first time in as long as he could remember, Luke felt as though he were in the right place. He felt safe with these two people, the ones who knew him better than even he knew himself. He closed his eyes for a brief moment as he tried to choke back the emotions threatening to take him down.

When Cole gripped the back of his neck, surprising him, pulling him roughly against him, the man’s mouth crushing down on his, Luke let the trapped emotions loosen. All of the anger, elation, and confusion came roaring to the surface, released in the way Luke gripped him back, pulling Cole closer, rather than pushing him away like he had told himself he wanted to do. He flipped them so Cole was flush against the wall, Luke’s body aligning until their dicks rubbed against one another, the truth of Luke’s reaction to the man evident. He needed Cole.

And fuck, maybe that was the reason for all of the internal turmoil. Maybe he’d needed Cole all along, and his inability to accept what that meant… how that would change his life forever, had left Luke up in arms.

Their tongues dueled; their hands gripped one another roughly as they battled for dominance. Luke wouldn’t back down. Not this time. He was in control. He was always in control, and if Cole expected anything from Luke, it was that he would be the one to decide their fate. Fighting to breathe, Luke broke the kiss, opening his eyes so he could let Cole see everything he was feeling. The two of them knew in that moment, as time seemed to stand still, exactly what they were doing.

And why.

Lord have mercy… Cole was in love with him. The acceptance was overwhelming.

“Turn around.” Luke growled out the command and gripped Cole’s arm, turning him until the man damn near face planted into the wall. “You want this?” Luke asked, trying to hold onto that tiny sliver of control he had managed to hold onto thus far.

“Yes.” The word was laced with gravel, rough need making Cole’s muscular body tighten as Luke pressed his bare chest against the massive expanse of Cole’s naked back.

“No barriers this time.” Luke said, and the words were meant as they sounded. A double entendre.

“None.” Cole agreed.

Despite the rough handling, Luke couldn’t suppress the aggression no matter how hard he tried, he wasn’t about to hurt Cole. Never would he hurt Cole. But he wasn’t sure he could hold himself back.

Once more, Luke turned Cole until they were chest to chest, mouth to mouth as he easily maneuvered them out of Sierra’s bathroom, toward the bedroom. Time stood still as Luke pushed Cole down on her bed, laying atop him, biting Cole’s shoulder in a pure act of dominance, showing him exactly who was in control.

When Sierra climbed up onto the bed, Luke watched as she crawled closer to Cole, her hands moving over his chest, massaging as they went. The woman had the sexiest, tightest body he’d ever seen and watching her move was erotic as hell. Especially when she was naked.  She leaned down, her mouth taking Cole’s in a kiss explosive enough to shake the walls.

Remembering what he was doing, Luke grabbed a bottle of lubrication from the bedside table, the thought of why Sierra even had it when she hadn’t just a couple of days before flitting through his mind briefly before he flipped off the cap and coated his steel hard shaft. He was going to lose it.

Luke joined them on the bed, maneuvering between Cole’s thighs, pushing them wider before trailing his hands up and over Cole’s legs, his cock.

He needed to be inside of Cole, to join their bodies until neither of them felt as though they were one. He let one hand slide over the taut skin of Cole’s stomach, easing back down slowly, caressing his rigid cock again briefly, before inserting two fingers in his ass. Cole groaned as Luke gently entered him. He wouldn’t last long. He needed to be inside of this man more than he’d ever needed to connect with another person.

Removing his fingers, Luke stroked his own cock firmly, aligned their bodies and slowly gliding in while their eyes locked on one another. Holy fuck! He stilled momentarily as Cole’s body took him in, his muscles contracting around him, squeezing him until Luke saw stars.

When Sierra pulled back, her eyes fixated on the place where Luke was joined so intimately with Cole, a spark of sheer lust ran through him, and Luke began to move. Slowly.

For the first time, Luke conceded to the fact that this wasn’t just about sex, just about pleasure. It was all about need. His need. The need to have Cole beneath him, willing, wanting, just as Luke did. He tried desperately to maintain the slow pace, sliding deep inside of Cole, grinding his hips against his ass and watching the way his exquisite body tensed beneath him.

“Fuck me, damn you!” Cole grit out; pulling him, bringing Luke closer until their chests nearly touched.

And then the friction was almost too much. Luke began to thrust inside of Cole’s warm body, gripping his hips, grinding deeper, only to pull back and plunge forward once again. Luke slid his hands up Cole’s stomach, over his tense chest and slipped one hand behind his neck, pulling him closer until their mouths nearly touched. “Tell me.” Luke growled.

“No.” Cole leaned back, allowing Luke to bury his cock deep into his ass, but he held himself tighter, his powerful thighs unmoving.

“Fucking tell me.” Luke demanded, thrusting deeper, harder, faster. Oh hell, he was going to come. The sight of Cole’s powerful body, the muscles standing out in stark relief as the man held himself together, one hand snaking down to grip Cole’s cock, Luke knew he couldn’t hold back. “Tell me, goddammit!”

Sierra’s breathing was becoming erratic as she sat just inches away, her hand between her legs as she rubbed herself, fixated on the two of them and making Luke’s blood pressure soar. Having her there, watching, was more than he could have imagined, but in the same sense, Luke felt as though he and Cole were the only two people in the room and he needed, desperately needed to hear Cole admit what he was feeling. And yes, that was the selfish bastard coming out in full force because Luke had yet to tell either of them exactly how he felt, but he would.

“Fuck you.” Cole ground out; lifting his hips, forcing Luke deeper; using his own hand over Luke’s to stroke his cock. “I’m going to come.” Cole whispered the last words and Luke slowed his movements.