Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

rub it over them, sawing it back and forth.
    "They're gonna be sore." Taylor's voice was strained, hoarse. "Won't be able to clamp them."
    "Want to bet?" Jack caught Zach watching and frowned. "You need to pay attention to what you're doing. Eyes closed. Concentrate. If I see you peeking, I'll give you a taste of this belt."
    "He'll like that," Taylor pointed out.
    "Yeah, but he likes pleasing me even more, don't you, boy? And you doing a half-ass job on Taylor isn't making me happy at all."
    With a shiver of lust, Zach realized Jack had hit that particular nail squarely. He would have begged for a taste of what Taylor had gotten -- the belt, Jack's hand, anything. Not for as long or as hard as Taylor's spanking had been, but something . Pleasing Jack, though, that'd become a source of satisfaction over the last two months. He got off on Jack's approval, and knowing that he was failing in this task had his eyes squeezing so tight that he saw reddish starbursts behind his eyes.
    It was amazing how much easier it was to concentrate like this. Oh, he could still hear the moans Taylor was giving, some connected to what Zach was doing, some not, and the unmistakable slap of leather on skin as Jack went back to using his belt as a whip, but they weren't as immediate as the slick, heavy weight of Taylor's cock against his tongue or the musky smell of Taylor's balls. He sucked, lapped, and licked, and gloried in every moment of it, pulling at the tie binding his wrists every so often, just for the kick he got out of it.
    "Going to come," Taylor choked out, his cock hardening in Zach's mouth until it was like sucking iron. "Jack--"
    "Not yet," Jack said. "I want to see the money shot. Watch your fingers slide through it and make you lick them clean." Zach groaned around the hot, hard dick in his mouth, helplessly aroused by that image and hoping he got to watch. "Boy -- Zach -- spit him out."
    Obedient, if reluctant, Zach did as he was told, working his jaw which, as he'd expected, was aching.
    "Open your eyes now," Jack said from close by. Zach did and blinked as the light struck his eyes. Jack crouched down beside him and deftly stripped the condom off Taylor, wrapping it in a tissue and tossing it across the room where it landed in the trash basket.
    Zach stared at Taylor's cock. God. Big. Had to wonder what it'd feel like up his ass -- or in his mouth again, with Jack pounding him from behind. Blew his mind thinking about it.
    Jack grinned. "Missed this," he said softly, staring at Taylor's cock. He ran his finger from balls to tip before leaning over and blowing across the crown. "Do it, Tay. All over yourself. Paint that pretty fucking chest white for me."
    "Oh God --" Taylor moaned, every muscle taut, and came, shuddering through each pulse of come as it jetted out, his face contorted with pleasure.
    When he'd finished, his chest heaving, his skin flushed, Taylor gave them both a hazy smile before stroking his finger across his chest through a streak of come. "Didn't we do this on our first date? You're such a romantic," he told Jack and pushed his finger between his lips, pulling it back with a pop a few moments later.
    Suddenly Zach felt desolate. His wrists were chafed, his balls headed for sky-blue, and these two were so fucking wrapped up in each other that any hope he'd had of this being more than a one-night deal was fading along with his erection.
    "Can you get this fucking tie off me?" he demanded, not caring that he sounded petulant. "My wrists are killing me."
    Jack turned his head, studying Zach's face thoughtfully before nodding.
    "Sure." He stood and walked to the desk, grabbing a handful of tissues from the box and dropping them onto Taylor's chest. When he crouched beside Zach and reached for the tie, dealing quickly with the simple knot, Zach couldn't hold back a frustrated groan that didn't come close to expressing his feelings. Freed, he didn't feel better, he felt worse.
    Jack sat beside Taylor, the tie dangling from his hand, creased and twisted. "What's the matter?"
    Why bother being tactful? "You are. Both of you. Why the hell did you drag me into this when you don't need me? Just a way to spice things up? Well, fuck you."
    "If this is because you didn't--" Taylor began.
    "No, it's not because I didn't get to come!" Zach bit his lip, then admitted, "Okay, partly it's that. Mostly, though, it's the way you two are all over each other. It's cute. I'm happy for you -- but you don't need me. There's