Polar Reaction (18 page)

“Did you think we were?” Tuck’s voice held a seductive, dangerous edge Brendan had never heard before, but which made his cock stiffen with interest. Tuck drew a finger over Brendan’s cheek and moved it slowly down his throat. “Jamie finds it very…stimulating. And it turns me on too—knowing he can’t get away, no matter what I do.”

“Ooh.” The word was pulled from Brendan, awe and arousal whipping through his blood at the thought of these two hot men playing their bondage games. Jamie reached beneath the sheets, finding and grabbing Brendan’s telltale erection.

“Would you like to try it, Brendan? To see what it’s like to be helpless and at the mercy of two strong men?”

“No. No, not me. No, sir.” Brendan’s heart had begun to pound.

Jamie’s fingers curled tighter around Brendan’s shaft. “His lips say no, no, no, but his cock says yes, yes, yes.”

“Come on.” Tuck’s seductive tone sent shivers down Brendan’s spine. “Try it. Just for fun. Something tells me you’ll like it. If you don’t, we’ll let you go. Won’t we, Jamie?”

Jamie stroked Brendan’s cock, using the pre-come at its tip to lubricate his fingers. “Yeah. Absolutely.”

They each took an arm, lifting Brendan’s wrists into the cuffs and securing them snugly in the leather. Brendan’s mouth was suddenly dry. He could have told them to stop, but he didn’t. He tugged at the restraints, his heart beating a mile a minute.

“He looks kind of nervous.” Jamie’s voice was teasing.

“Yeah. He does at that. Think we should let him go?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we better ask him. This could just be a decoy.” Jamie pulled back the sheets to reveal Brendan’s raging erection. His grip sent shivers of pleasure through Brendan’s body, even while he blushed.

“You’re right. We don’t want to hold him against his will.” Tuck leaned over, licking a circle around one of Brendan’s nipples and then lightly biting the nubbin at its center. At the same moment, Jamie lowered his mouth over the head of Brendan’s cock.

“Ah, Lord.” Brendan moaned. He pulled again at the cuffs, aware he was well and truly restrained. His cock elongated in Jamie’s wet embrace.

Tuck lifted his head. “So what about it, Bren? Should we let you out of those cuffs? Hmm?” He licked and bit the second nipple while Jamie took the length of Brendan’s cock deeper, nearly making him come then and there.

“I…I…” He struggled to catch his breath and realized he was gasping. He tried again. “If…if…oh. Oh. Yeah…” He forgot the question and the answer as Tuck’s lips closed over his, his tongue slipping into his mouth.

Jamie was working dark, delicious magic on his cock, driving him nearly out of his mind with pleasure while Tuck engaged him in a leisurely, sensuous kiss. Automatically he reached to wrap his arms around Tuck and pull him closer, but the cuffs prevented him from doing so. All he could do was lie there, submitting to Tuck’s melting kiss and Jamie’s fiery tongue rippling over his cock.

He tried to twist his head from beneath Tuck’s, to warn them he was about to come. He didn’t want to come, not yet, not like some teenager, but he couldn’t help it. Tuck held his head, kissing him deep and hard while Jamie’s focus was relentless.

Insistent fingers caressed his tightening balls while lips and tongue converged on his throbbing shaft. He tugged at the cuffs, a prisoner to the onslaught of exhilarating sensation hurtling through every fiber of his body.

He gurgled against Tuck’s mouth and gave in to the furious beat of ecstatic blood pulsing through his veins. His body convulsed, arching up against Jamie’s mouth and hands as he tumbled into orgasm.

Chapter Nineteen

Jamie and Tuck both pulled away at the same time. Jamie’s eyes were watering. He wiped at them while still swallowing the remnants of Brendan’s seed. He looked at Tuck, whose dark eyes were shining, the tip of his tongue showing between parted lips.

They turned toward Brendan who lay limp, eyes closed, mouth open. He looked incredibly hot, his thickly muscled arms pulled taut, his broad chest tapering to a narrow waist and the thick cock, now at half-mast against dark blond curls. He opened his eyes and looked from Tuck to Jamie.

Jamie well understood the burning, fierce light he saw there. He knew the orgasm they’d given him had been rendered tenfold more exciting by the restraints. He recognized in Brendan’s ardent reaction that Brendan, like himself, was deeply aroused by the sensual helplessness engendered by the cuffs.

In their time together so far, Tuck and he had experimented with bondage from both sides. Tuck had permitted Jamie to bind him by wrist and ankle to the bedposts, but there had been no thrill. Tuck didn’t seem to have whatever gene it was that turned vanilla sex into molten passion when one was bound and at the erotic mercy of another. Brendan, on the other hand, was obviously a kindred spirit in that regard.

Tuck seemed to read Jamie’s thoughts by giving voice to this observation. “He’s as into that as you are, huh, Jamie? Maybe more so.” He rubbed his hands together with glee. “Just think of the fun I can have with the two of you. The erotic possibilities stagger the mind.”

“Hey,” Brendan said weakly. He cleared his throat. “Let me out of these cuffs, will you?”

“I don’t know.” Tuck grinned evilly. “I kind of like having you there, naked and bound. Maybe we’ll tie down your ankles too. Leave you that way a while as punishment for making us wait so long to have you back again.”

“Very funny. Let me go.” Brendan jerked against the cuffs but Jamie noted with amusement that his cock, despite the recent orgasm, was twitching with interest.

Tuck leaned up and released the cuffs. Brendan’s arms fell heavily to the bed. Tuck sidled beside him and Jamie lay on his other side. They each took an arm, massaging the life back into it in short order.

The sound of a clock chiming in the living room made Tuck sit up. “Shit. It’s eight o’clock already. We have to go, Jamie.”

Jamie swung his legs over the side of the bed. If he hadn’t called in sick the day before he wouldn’t go in, but he didn’t dare do it twice in a row. “There are bathing suits in that drawer.” He pointed toward the dresser. “Beach towels are on the bottom shelf of the linen closet in the bathroom. Feel free to go down to the beach while we’re gone. There’s plenty of food in the fridge and we’ll be home before you know it.”

“I wish we didn’t have to go.” Tuck stroked Brendan’s cheek.

“It’s okay,” Brendan replied. “I probably need the time to recuperate from you two. You’re going to kill me at this pace.”

“But it’s a damn good way to die, huh?” Jamie quipped.

Jamie had expected the day to drag, as eager as he was to return home to Brendan and Tuck. However he soon found himself caught up in his work, fascinated with the results of a complex experiment that was finally coming to fruition. When Tuck texted him on his cell phone that he’d meet him in five minutes at the car garage, Jamie was stunned to realize how much time had passed.

When they got home, they found Brendan sitting on the porch, wearing a pair of Jamie’s swim trunks, evidence of the sun on his bare shoulders and chest. He looked, Jamie thought, good enough to eat.

Brendan had prepared a meal for them, hamburgers and french fries, along with a green salad. He served it proudly, along with a bottle of red wine. Jamie fondly recalled Brendan’s one specialty at the polar lab, spaghetti and meatballs. So the man had two meals under his belt, he thought with an inward grin.

After dinner, they took a long walk along the shore, talking about their research and the latest news. Jamie marveled at how right it felt, the three of them together, talking about their day as if they’d been together for years.

They returned to the house and shared a second glass of red wine before retiring to the bedroom, each aware it had all been leading back to this.

In short order the three of them again lay naked in the big, comfortable bed, this time with Tuck in the middle. Tuck turned toward Jamie and they gazed into one another’s eyes. The love Jamie saw there took his breath away. At that moment, the last vestige of jealousy over the connection between Tuck and Brendan slipped away for good.

Jamie had known he was taking a gamble when he had sent Brendan up alone to see Tuck the night before. After all, the two shared a history, however unrealized, that had predated him. He’d returned to his cottage to shower and shave. He’d dressed and made the drinks, but had been prepared, or so he told himself, to spend a quiet evening alone on his porch, letting the sea lull him into a peaceful reverie.

If they had chosen to remain at Tuck’s place, too caught up in finding each other again, he wanted to believe he could have handled it. Happily, he hadn’t been faced with that eventuality. They had come home to him.

Jamie was, for the first time in his life, truly in love. He knew, too, that Tuck loved him with all his heart. So where did Brendan fit in? He looked over at the sexy, blond man and his heart surged with affection. Was it love? If it wasn’t, he knew in his bones the seeds for a love as deep and abiding as he already felt for Tuck were there.

If only Brendan could find the courage to remain in the moment with them. If he didn’t run and hide again, the three of them might find something truly unique together. He glanced at Tuck, who was regarding him with those dark, perfect eyes. It was as if Tuck had a direct conduit to his mind and heart.

“I want you.” The words thrilled Jamie, as they always did when Tuck uttered them. Wordlessly he reached for a condom and lovingly slid it over Tuck’s already-erect cock. Brendan moved apart from them, his eyes hooded as he watched Jamie roll to his hands and knees while Tuck positioned himself behind him.

Tuck used his fingers, opening and relaxing Jamie’s ass for his large cock. Jamie, aching for the onslaught, groaned and pushed back against the slick, lubricated fingers pressing their way into him. He was aware of Brendan’s burning eyes.

Tuck’s hard cock took the place of his fingers, carefully but relentlessly entering him, spreading him, claiming him. Strong hands on his hips held him in place as Tuck filled him. A rich, buttery warmth spread through his body as Tuck began to move. He loved having Tuck inside him.

He felt the warm grip of Tuck’s hand, stroking his cock, and he moaned with pleasure. Tuck pulled him back hard, both hands on his hips. He realized then the hand on his cock must belong to Brendan.

“Get on your knees too, Bren.” Tuck’s voice was hoarse with lust. “I want you to be a part of this. I want to claim you through Jamie.”

Jamie understood in a flash what Tuck was saying and his cock, already hard, stiffened to the nth degree. Brendan didn’t move at once, perhaps slower to grasp what Tuck intended, or else just resistant.

“Grab a condom. Put it on Jamie.” Tuck’s voice had slipped into the erotic tone of command he assumed when employing his brand of gentle but deeply arousing sexual dominance. Jamie’s cock pulsed in anticipation. He held his breath, waiting to see if Brendan would obey.

To his delight, Brendan reached for a condom. He tore open the packet and rolled it over Jamie’s shaft, his fingers trembling. “Good,” Tuck crooned. “Now on your knees. Offer that sexy ass to Jamie and to me.”

Bren didn’t move for a long, frozen moment, during which he stared at Tuck, his eyes blazing, his chest heaving. Tuck stared back, his powerful, erotic will like a palpable force in the room.

Brendan dropped his gaze and crawled on his hands and knees to position himself in front of Jamie. Jamie draped himself over Brendan’s back, just holding him for a while as Tuck, still buried inside him, began to move again.

“Here.” Tuck pressed the tube of lubricant against Jamie’s arm. Jamie moved back and took it, squeezing some onto his fingertips. He smeared it over his cock and leaned again over Brendan.

“You good, Brendan? This is okay with you?”

Brendan twisted his head back, his eyes glittering. “Yeah.”

Tuck remained still, deep inside Jamie but not moving while Jamie stroked and teased Brendan’s puckered hole with his fingers. The muscles eased with his gentle attentions. He withdrew his fingers and moved forward, nestling the crown of his shaft between Brendan’s spread ass cheeks.

He felt Brendan tense and leaned up over him, his voice soft and coaxing. “It’s okay, Bren. You’re doing great. This is so fucking hot. I’ve always wanted to be in the middle like this. Do it for me.”

“For us,” Tuck said behind him, swiveling inside him in a way that made Jamie moan and push back wantonly against him.

Brendan moved back ever so slightly, a silent cue for Jamie to continue. Carefully he pressed against the tight passageway, grunting with pleasure as the muscle gave way and allowed him entrance.

Brendan stiffened. Jamie kissed him on the shoulder. “Just relax.” He reached around Brendan’s body to find and capture his cock in his hand. A few strokes were sufficient to return it to full erection. Brendan sighed his pleasure. Jamie pushed forward carefully, his cock caught in the hot, tight glove of Brendan’s passage.

When he was fully inside Brendan, he turned back to Tuck and nodded. Tuck began to move again, pulling nearly out of him before thrusting back, driving Jamie’s body against Brendan’s, forcing his cock deeper into him.

Jamie gripped Brendan’s cock, pumping it as Tuck thrust in and out of him. They began to move in tandem. Tuck held him tight, his fingers gripping Jamie’s hips as he pummeled him, pushing and pulling Jamie’s body onto his cock. Each thrust forced Jamie’s cock deep into Brendan.

The room was ripe with the scent of sex and the sounds of grunting, panting men. Jamie was lost in sensation, awash in lust, no longer conscious of himself as a separate being. He was part of Tuck, an extension of his lover, guided and controlled by Tuck’s movements, a direct conduit from Tuck to Brendan.

They were three lovers brought together by their passion, as close at that moment as it was possible to be. Jamie was freefalling, surrendering to the sensations overtaking him from all sides. Tuck began to ejaculate inside him, his breathy cries punctuating each thrust. This set off a chain reaction. Jamie knew he was nearing the edge of no return.

Somehow he managed to keep his hand on Brendan’s cock. As he moved inside Brendan, he felt the sticky evidence of Brendan’s release against his fingers. Then conscious thought was obliterated by the most blindingly intense orgasm of his life, ripping through his body like liquid fire.

When he came to himself a few seconds later, he was still held aloft by the two men, one in front, one behind, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts beating on either side of him in time to his own.

~ * ~

It was Saturday morning, the sky a perfect cerulean blue, the air fresh and clear. Tuck and Jamie stood watching as Brendan drove away, waving his farewell. They’d spent an incredible five days together, both Jamie and Tuck getting out of their labs as soon as they could each afternoon to race home to Brendan.

Brendan spent his time alone lazing on the beach, straightening the house and cooking them dinner. After sharing the meal and good conversation, they invariably removed to the bedroom, hungry for more than food.

The sex had been amazing, each new exploration more exciting than the last. Brendan was as hot for the cuffs and ties as Jamie was. They’d improvised, using the ankle cuffs on Brendan’s wrists so Tuck could tether both of them at once to the head of the bed and fuck them, alternating between the two until he exhausted himself with pleasure. Tuck teasingly began to refer to the pair as his two willing slave boys, though the play was light and the bondage mild.

But it wasn’t only the bright, hot sweetness of their ménage that bound them together. Brendan was fast becoming an integral part of their lives, or so it felt to Tuck. Yet from the moment Brendan had arrived, Tuck knew the time would come when Brendan would have to leave. He had his life and his work back in Seattle, and a long drive ahead of him.

He’d said he’d be back. Brendan had already put out feelers at Wexler for a position, and at the university as well. With Brendan’s credentials and reputation, Tuck doubted he would have a problem relocating. If that’s what he really wanted to do.

Despite himself, Tuck couldn’t forget how ardent and passionate Brendan had been while they’d been stranded, and then how cold and shut down he’d become so soon after. Though it was hard to imagine the same scenario playing itself out again, Tuck well knew the power of denial.

Once alone again, returned to his own familiar territory and patterns of behavior, would Brendan convince himself yet again that what they’d shared was only the stuff of fantasy? Would he try to force himself back into his straight persona, determined to put the memories of Tuck and Jamie behind him once and for all?

Once Brendan’s car was out of sight, Jamie and Tuck dropped arms and walked up to the porch. They sat side by side on the rockers, staring past the trees to the shore beyond.

“Let’s go down and have a swim later, want to?” Jamie suggested.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Don’t worry, Tuck.”

“About what?” He glanced away, unsettled by Jamie’s uncanny ability to read his mind.

“He’ll be back.”

“How do you know?”

“Some things you just know. He’ll be back. Maybe not next week, but soon and for good. He’s a part of us. It’s no longer just about him, or about us. We’re a threesome now. More than a couple plus one. More than a ménage. We belong together. It’s all good.”

“I agree with you. But how do you know he does?”

“I saw it in his eyes.”

All at once Tuck saw Brendan’s beautiful gray green eyes in his mind. There had been tears in them when they’d embraced, but beyond the tears, something else. Jamie was right. There had been promise in them.