Page 5 of Collin: Episodes 13-15
“Can you bear just a moment longer, precious boy?”
“Master.”
Richard’s breathing rumbled through his chest, harsh and ragged. His forehead dropped to Collin’s shoulder as he thrust, shoving Collin up the bed. Émeric braced Collin from behind. Richard only pumped harder.
He erupted, his teeth sinking into Collin’s shoulder, a roar pouring out his throat. Boneless, he let go of Collin’s legs.
Collin gasped for air. His insides were so wet. He stared at the ceiling, hands moving weakly in his Master’s hair. Fucked. He was so well fucked. So wanted. It was glorious.
“Richard, may I?” Émeric whispered into Richard’s ear. French fell from his lips, tender and desirous.
“Have me, mon amour, but I can’t move, not yet.”
“I’ll move for you; hold the boys.” Émeric lay Collin down full on the bed.
Richard reached for Damian, still sprawled limp on the bed beside him and Collin. “Here, Pup.”
Damian scooted over, lying beside Collin beneath Richard, their limbs tangling together. Collin rolled on his side, sliding his leg over Damian’s and pulling him close. He kissed Damian with his mouth closed, tender caresses on the edge of his lips. Damian hugged him close.
Richard gathered them both together under him, crushing them together under his chest, so that they both had to lie on their sides, turning their heads to face him.
“My boys. My beautiful boys.” He kissed Damian, then Collin. Then his head fell forward between them, and he groaned. “Émeric.”
“So tight, my love.”
Mr. Reevesworth swore in French, or at least it seemed that he did. Émeric laughed and did something that had Richard groaning into Damian and Collin. They were so close together between his arms braced on the bed. As his head fell forward, half his face was pressed against Damian’s chest and half against Collin. Collin kissed his hair and nuzzled him. Richard pushed up, rocking back and forth.
Émeric continued murmuring in French. Richard answered in the same; between words, he kissed Damian’s shoulder and the bite marks on Collin’s neck and rubbed his cheek against their arms. Sweat gathered in his hair, mingling with the luster that had long since graced both Damian’s and Collin’s bodies from their earlier exercise.
“S’il te plaît,” Richard begged. “Ma raison d’être.”
“Allons, allons.”
Richard stilled, chest heaving, and bore down, body straining. Collin petted his arm, feeling the muscles standing out in his master’s limb. Émeric groaned from behind his husband and moved, rocking Richard back and forth. A rumble grew deep in Richard’s chest. He pushed back.
So powerful. Collin stroked his chest. Damian lifted himself up on his elbow and mouthed Richard’s nipple. Richard growled, rocking back out of reach of Damian’s tongue. Damian chased him.
“What are your boys doing?” Émeric asked, voice ragged.
Richard shook his head.
Collin smirked. He caught his master’s eye and rose up, trying to catch the other nipple not tended by Damian.
Richard reared, driving himself back on Émeric. His lover caught him, arm around his chest. They moved together, two gods glistening in sweat, lost in passion, eyes closed. Émeric’s head pressed against the back of Richard’s shoulder. Richard’s belly flexed with the rise and fall of his hips against Émeric’s loins. Collin gripped Damian’s hand. How had he ever come to this place, this moment?
“Sir.” The benediction and the prayer fell from Damian’s mouth so softly Richard and Émeric could not have heard. Collin turned toward his brother and gripped him in an embrace.
“Kitten,” Émeric ordered.
Collin rose up on his knees. Émeric had one hand splayed over Richard’s belly now, the other at his throat. “Kiss him.”
Yes! Collin pressed forward, sliding his knees on either side of one of his master’s. He reached up and cupped Richard’s face between his hands, pressing his open mouth to his master’s lips.
Richard gripped him, claiming control of the kiss. Blissful weakness flowed through Collin’s limbs, and he went limp, mouth open, hands pressed against his master’s shoulders as Richard mapped his mouth owning him.
Richard let him go and roared, bucking up and back. Émeric laughed. Richard held Collin in one arm and grabbed Damian around the back of the head. Damian had found his chest and clamped Richard’s nipple between his teeth. Like Collin, he was kneeling over Richard’s other knee, a light of triumph in his eyes.
“Pup. I will hurt you. I swear.”
