When Morning Comes (3 page)

“Fist his hair, Logan. Keep it away from
his face.”

Logan did so immediately, his hips
jerking forward as he buried himself down Cassidy’s throat. Ryan freed his
aching dick from the confinement of his jeans and stroked himself. Logan’s cock
shone from Cassidy’s spit, the thick veins more pronounced.

He couldn’t believe Logan had orchestrated
all this. His best friend was always full of surprises, but this one just might
take the cake.

“Use his hair, Logan.” Ryan pushed his
thumb into his slit. “Fuck his mouth hard. Use it.”

Logan’s body shook. He groaned as he
yanked Cassidy’s head off then slammed into his mouth. Behind his back,
Cassidy’s fingers curled into his palm. That boy took orders so well. His hips
jerked, but Cassidy’s expression was all about concentration as he swallowed
Logan to the root, gagging.

Logan groaned and pulled him off. Saliva
clung to Cassidy’s lips and the tip of Logan’s dark cock head, keeping them
connected. Then Logan shoved Cassidy back onto him, hips snapping as he buried
himself down Cassidy’s throat.

Ryan got off on the look on both men’s
faces: Cassidy so wanton and hungry for cock, and Logan fighting for control
and losing the battle as he used Cassidy’s mouth relentlessly. Ryan stroked his
balls, pulling on them with one hand while he stroked his length, fucking his
slit with his pinky.

It’d been so long since he’d had the
time or inclination to simply let loose. He couldn’t thank Logan enough for
forcing him into making the time for himself. Ryan liked to keep busy, and sex
for the sake of sex was getting old fast, which was why he’d been in a dry
spell for months. He’d indulge himself tonight, because he didn’t know when
he’d get the chance again.

Cassidy’s eyes were closed, his lashes
fanning out on his cheeks as he sucked Logan. The slurping sounds, mixed with
Logan’s grunts and the smell of lust and sweat fired Ryan’s blood. He threw his
head back, biting his bottom lip to stave off his rapidly approaching orgasm.
That’s what he got for ignoring his body’s needs for so damn long.

Cassidy licked the underside of Logan’s
crown, tracing the corona with his stiffened tongue. Logan yelped and pulled on
Cassidy’s hair. The blond moaned and did it again.

“Oh, fuck.” Logan’s ass lifted off the
chair, and he rammed up into Cassidy’s mouth. “Shit.
Gonna
come.”
He gripped the
chair arm with his free hand, leveraging himself as he slammed deeper down
Cassidy’s throat.
“Yeah.
Fuck, yeah.”

The cock in his mouth stifled Cassidy’s
cries, but his hips jerked once. The sharp tang of cum scented the air. Logan
threw his head back and stiffened. Cassidy gurgled, his throat working
furiously.

Oh
yeah.
Logan was shooting, and from the looks of things it was a lot. As Ryan watched,
seed spilled out the left side of Cassidy’s mouth and dripped down his chin.
Ryan’s toes curled, and he came, shooting into his fist. The sight was sexy as
hell, Logan’s cock in Cassidy’s mouth as seed dripped down the blond man’s
chin. Sexy, but Ryan had warned Cassidy, hadn’t he?

Logan finally pulled out and slumped
back, dick limp. “Fuck. That was…” He shook his head, chest rising and falling
rapidly.

Cassidy
remained on his knees, head down.

“Cassidy.”

Cassidy’s
shoulders stiffened, and then he looked up.

“You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you?’
Ryan said conversationally. “Logan’s seed is all over your chin, boy.”

Cassidy’s
eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything.

“You
need to be punished.”

“Yes, Sir.”
His
tone was contrite, but heat blazed in Cassidy’s gaze. The boy wanted to be
punished, and right then Ryan wanted nothing more than to give Cassidy what he
wanted, to quench the blatant thirst burning in the lawyer’s blue eyes.

Ryan smiled and turned to Logan. His
friend’s gaze was on him, and in an unguarded moment, Ryan thought he saw hunger,
need in Logan’s gaze. Then his friend blinked, and it was gone. “Tell me about
his mouth.”

Logan grinned. “He definitely knows his
way around a cock. His mouth is fucking heaven, man.”

“I’ll have to sample him soon then.”
Ryan nodded to Cassidy. “Get over here.”

Cassidy shuffled over, and Ryan held out
his hand, covered in his cum. “Open.” When Cassidy’s lips parted, Ryan pushed
three fingers inside the blond’s mouth. Cassidy licked him as he’d licked Logan
moments ago, flicking his tongue between Ryan’s fingers, bobbing on them like
they were his dick. Gaze on Ryan, Cassidy licked his palm and fingers clean,
every swipe of his tongue heating Ryan’s blood again.

“You’re a little cum slut, aren’t you?”

Cassidy didn’t have to answer. His shivers
said it all. Finally, Ryan yanked away his fingers.
“Time for
your punishment, for not following orders.”

Cassidy
pulled away.

“Stand.”

It wasn’t easy for Cassidy to stand with
his hands bound behind his back, but he did it. Ryan got to his feet and pulled
his leather belt off. Cassidy’s eyes
widened,
and he
bit his lip. Ryan untied Cassidy’s wrists and pointed to the closed bathroom
door. “Stand against the door, back to me. Arms up.”

Cassidy walked slowly to the door and
plastered his front to the door, arms wide spread on the wall as well. With
both arms and legs spread he looked like he was hugging the wall.

“Ten lashes,” Ryan said. He wrapped the
buckle end of the belt around his palm, sensing Logan standing next to him. “No
coming.
Count.”
He raised his arm and let the belt
fall across Cassidy’s back. The young man jerked.

“One.
Thank you, Sir.”

Ryan hit him again, catching him from
shoulder to the middle of his back. Cassidy cried out, but kept his position.

“Two. Thank you, Sir.”

His skin got redder with every stroke.
Ryan loved that. He kept track of each blow, as Cassidy counted, his voice raw
and breaking.

“Six.
Se-seven.”
Cassidy arched his back, and the next blow caught him on the swell of his ass.
“Oh, God.
Eight.
Th
-thank you,
Sir.”

Logan moaned next to Ryan, his body heat
and the exertion making Ryan sweat. His wrist hurt. It’d been a while since
he’d used it for anything but writing.

He aimed lower and caught Cassidy on the
fleshy globe of his ass. The young man cried out, his fists balled against the
wall.

“Nine.” His knees buckled. Ryan lashed
out again, landing the final blow across Cassidy’s back.

“Ten.” He spoke in unison with Cassidy,
and when the young man sagged, Ryan dropped the belt and caught him, holding
him carefully by the arm. “Okay. You’re okay.” He hugged Cassidy close,
gingerly, and placed kisses all over his face. He tasted Cassidy’s tears. “You
did
good
. Sweet boy, you did so
good
.”

Cassidy stumbled, and Ryan picked him
up, taking the couple strides to the bed. Logan was next to him as he put
Cassidy on his stomach on the bed. Cassidy looked so young then, almost
helpless. He wasn’t. Ryan knew that, but his protective instincts didn’t care.
He wanted to gather Cassidy close and rock him. Soothe him. It should always be
that way when doing a scene with any submissive, but the intense need to take
care of the blond wasn’t anything familiar to Ryan.

“You did good, so good, boy.” Ryan
placed soft kisses on Cassidy’s red skin. His back must feel like it was on
fire, but he’d be good soon. “Get some rest, boy. You did
good
.”

Cassidy sighed and buried his face in
the pillows.

“I could get some cream for him,” Logan
said. “I think I saw that in his bag.” He sounded strange, so Ryan looked up at
his friend.

Logan didn’t meet his gaze. He stared down
at the floor while his cock tented his jeans.

“Logan?” Ryan frowned. It couldn’t be
that his friend was uncomfortable. Logan had witnessed him do floggings and
much more. “Are you okay?”

Logan jerked a nod, but still didn’t
look at him. He turned away and hurried for Cassidy’s backpack. He grabbed the
tube of ointment and tossed it to Ryan, who barely caught it. “I
gotta
—” Logan raced to the bathroom and locked the door
behind him.

“What
the fuck?”

“He’s
like me,” Cassidy whispered.

“What?” Ryan wrinkled his brow as he
spread the cool cream on Cassidy’s skin and asked, “What do you mean?”

“Sir.”
Cassidy looked over his shoulder at Ryan. “Your friend, he’s like me. He wants
to be dominated.
By you.”

Ryan laughed. “Trust me, Cassidy, Logan
is not a submissive.” Hell, he’d know, wouldn’t he? His best friend was a
playboy of the first order, and he was always in control. He might not be
dominant like Ryan, but Ryan was no submissive.

“Sir, believe me. He needs it.” Cassidy
sighed. “It bleeds off him.”

“But—” Ryan finished with Cassidy’s back
and stood. “He’s my best friend. He’d tell me. Why wouldn’t he tell me?”

Cassidy shrugged. “Maybe you should go
in there,” he lifted an eyebrow at the closed bathroom door, “and make him tell
you what he’s been hiding.” Cassidy’s teeth flashed. “Something tells me you
can handle that.”

“But I haven’t…” Now Ryan was the one
floundering and confused. He couldn’t grasp what Cassidy was saying. He’d have
to Dom his best friend. “I don’t know if I can.”

Cassidy got to a sitting position and
smiled at him. “He needs it, so I think you can.” He leaned up and brushed a
kiss over Ryan’s lips. Ryan held him close when he would have pulled away,
deepening the kiss. Cassidy opened for him with a gasp, and Ryan delved inside.
Cassidy clung to him, kissing him back boldly, his tongue twisting around
Ryan’s. He kissed like a dream, and Ryan moaned, his cock hard and aching.
Logan had done well, picking Cassidy. Ryan couldn’t keep his hands off the
blond. Fingers buried in Cassidy’s hair, Ryan sank into him for a second,
committing Cassidy’s sweet taste to memory, before he pulled away.

“I
gotta
deal
with Logan. I’ll be right back. Okay?”

Cassidy smiled at him, his eyes
heavy-lidded,
lips
shiny. “I’ll be right here.”

Ryan took a deep breath as Cassidy
settled back against the pillows. His best friend might be a submissive. Was it
true, and if so, why wouldn’t Logan tell him? He needed to know. He tried the
door knob and found the door locked, so he knocked once.

“Logan.” He used his Dom voice. “Open
the door.” He listened as the lock disengaged,
then
pushed the door open. “Logan.” His best friend sat on the bathroom floor, knees
pulled tight to his chest. He didn’t look at Ryan. He stepped inside, leaving
the door open.

“Tell
me what’s wrong.”

“Go
away, Ry.” Logan shook his head. “I’m fine.”

“You’re
not fine. Something’s wrong. Tell me.” He watched Logan’s body shudder.

Cassidy
was right.

“Logan.”

Logan jerked, and his gaze snapped to
Ryan’s.
Oh, God.
His best friend was
a submissive. That naked, lost look in Logan’s gaze punched Ryan in the balls.
He was hard.
Aching.
His best
friend.
Oh, fuck
.

“Get on your knees, boy.”

A sharp cry left Logan’s lips. His
lashes lowered then lifted. His whiskey-brown eyes were bright when he stared
at Ryan. Slowly, beautifully, Logan got to his knees, hands clasped behind his
back. His throat worked, and Ryan was sure if Logan’s skin was lighter than the
sweet cocoa shade, he’d see the flush on his best friend’s cheeks.

“Come to me,” he said.
“On your knees.”

Logan’s lips parted, as if he was
breathing from his mouth, and he moved forward, crossing the small space on his
knees until he knelt at Ryan’s feet. He gazed up at Ryan, expression so open.
Ryan had never seen anything like it. His chest hurt.

“So fucking beautiful.
You’re fucking beautiful, boy.” He cupped Logan’s cheek, and the two-day’s
worth of stubble there pricked his palm. “Tell me,” he said. “Tell me what you
need.”

“Please.” Logan’s pulse raced under
Ryan’s fingertips. “Please, Sir.”

Chapter Three

The words burst from Logan’s throat, and
try as he might, he couldn’t call them back. At the moment, he didn’t want to.
He nuzzled Ryan’s palm, whimpering. A load was finally off his shoulders. The
way Ryan gazed down at him.

Powerful.
It
was powerful. He was on his knees, but Logan never felt so in control. This was
it, what he’d wanted for so long.