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He raised his glass and leaned against the back of the couch then spent the next hour watching two men worship the woman they both clearly adored more than anything in the world. She was beautiful, he decided, bent over a spanking bench with one cock in her mouth and another in her pussy. The two men alternated between looking at her and looking at each other, and it felt obscene to bear witness to whatever love the three of them shared.

A bolt of jealousy rippled through him as the tall man finished first. His hips slammed hard into her from behind, though nowhere near as rough as how Wilder had been fucked upstairs. The other man followed quickly after, and then the woman was upright on the bench, two sets of fingers working between her legs. Seconds after that, she collapsed in their arms with a wail.

Wilder downed the rest of the vodka and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him. The downstairs playroom was meant to be public, but the club wasn’t busy enough for anyone to mind. Wilder returned his glass to the bar and glanced upstairs to find the door to the room he’d been in still cracked open, sign still taped to the jamb.

CHAPTER 3

Merrick

Merrick fuckedtwo more men before the end of the night. Four in total, if he counted the dick sucking from the start of the evening. It was far from enough, but it would have to do.

He massaged his jaw the whole drive home, frowning at the quiet once he stepped inside. His brother hadn’t stayed with him long at all, but Merrick had quickly grown accustomed to having someone there to talk to again. Growing up, the conversation in the Shannon household was constant and endless. When Merrick left for California, he’d had to learn to bide his time alone and quiet, even if he hated it. Bryce had brought him back to a familiar volume, but as soon as Bryce was there, he was gone.

Merrick was alone again. Fine in some ways, not in others.

It was nice, for example, to come home after a night at the club and sit naked on the couch with his cock in his hand. He was hard again, hard still. Far from sex-addicted, he could easily go without it. He simply didn’t want to. Merrick liked to fuck, he liked to be used for sex, and he understood the hypocrisy of going after after his brother for also enjoying sex. Maybe it was a defense mechanism, he wasn’t sure.

No matter.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened an app, the one he’d posted on before heading to Rapture. There were a couple comments and replies, some direct messages that looked like they were from chatbots, which he ignored. He lazily stroked his fingers down the length of his shaft, clicking through the profiles of the people who had engaged on the post. It was late and he had to work at noon, but Merrick’s breath caught in his throat when he enlarged the profile photo of the most recent comment.

It was the first man… well, the man with the leather pants and the harness. The man who’d wanted to get fucked. In his photo, he had on the same getup as he wore at Rapture, except the camera was focused on the bulge between his legs and his strong fingers gripping himself through the leather. Merrick shivered, pinching the tip of his dick as he clicked the profile to explore.

The man’s name was Wilder, or at least that was the name he used on the app. He had three other pictures—one of him on a black leather couch, legs spread wide in invitation; a second of him from behind holding a riding crop over his shoulder; a third photo of him wearing a pair of reflective aviator sunglasses, head thrown back and mouth open in pleasure.

Merrick wondered if Wilder had looked like that earlier in the night when he’d come all over Merrick’s face. He hadn’t been paying much attention to anything except the rich smell of Wilder’s precum and the hot throb of his shaft against Merrick’s cheek. Merrick had never been so desperate to suck cock as he was when he found himself between Wilder’s strong legs, but the gag…

The gag.

And Wilder had still finished all over his face.

Merrick’s dick hurt, and maybe it was because it was late and he was tired, or maybe because he had no real sense of self-preservation. He messaged Wilder.

SKCirreM

Were you at Rapture earlier tonight?

The activity dot besides Wilder’s avatar immediately turned green and a reply came through shortly after.

MrWilder

I was.

Did I fuck you?

You did.

Do you want me to fuck you again?

Are you offering? Right now?

Maybe.

How many men did you take tonight?

Three and a blow job.

And it’s still not enough?