Zombies Blow Page 11

  “Corey, could you use your words?” Jackson asked as the overly zealous assistant.

  He almost fell into the old comfortable pattern of shoving Jackson back away from where Corey needed to go, but one look at the spark in Jackson’s eyes told him his lover of twenty years had gotten a new playbook from Keith. “Yes, I wasn’t thinking, and I was selfish. I was upset and just needed to get out of here.”

  “Why didn’t you come talk to Jax or me?”

  Corey shrugged. Not having his phone seemed like an excuse, so he’d stop avoiding the truth. “I figured you two wouldn’t even know I was gone.”

  “Corey, you know that’s not true.” Jackson sighed.

  “Playing games and seeking attention isn’t part of an adult relationship. Has Jackson ever treated you that way?” Keith asked.

  “No, sir,” he replied. The sir slipped out as naturally as breathing.

  Unlike the BDSM scenes, this felt real and meaningful. This was what Corey longed to have.

  Jackson patted him on the shoulder, letting Corey know he was on the right path.

  “Well, I think you need to be punished. Don’t you agree?” The determined set of Keith’s jaw made Corey shiver.

  Did he? Fuck! Yeah, he did. Finally. Corey’s dick lengthened and took more interest in the goings-on.

  A muscle under Keith’s left eye twitched. “Corey, please answer me. Do you deserve to be punished?”

  No, no, of course not. What was Keith, crazy? Corey tried to fold his arms across his chest but dropped them to his sides. A combination of desperate need and want made him spit out, “Yes, Keith.”

  What the fuck am I getting into?

  Keith winked at him, reassuring Corey nothing too terrible would take place. “Your ass is going to feel like you sat on the fire pits of hell.”

  A little cheesy but Corey had faith in the future they’d—

  Jackson ripped down Corey’s shorts, right there in the living room.

  Oh my. Standing in front of the open balcony door, with his shorts down around his knees and his erection waving in the breeze, felt so much more powerful and real than anything he’d done in the BDSM rooms at Club Zombie. Even though it was daylight, no one was on the beach, but still….

  Corey tried to glare at Jackson, but it was all he could do not to smile. “Traitor.”

  “You’re going to get exactly what you’ve needed since I’ve known you.” Jackson grinned as if he were happy with the upcoming event.

  Keith gave Jackson a nod. “Thanks for helping me with my decision. His spanking would be most appropriate on his bare behind.”

  Wait a second. He needed to protest this… he should, right? “No! Please.”

  “What, Corey?” Keith asked with the utmost patience.

  Corey covered his throbbing dick with one hand. They were back far enough from the door, and their beach towels were clipped to the railing, but at just the right angle someone might see him—if they went on the small strip of beach in front of the condo unit and looked directly up… maybe… sort of. “What if someone sees?”

  Keith polished his hand over Corey’s ass. “So? From what I understand, you and Jax frequent the BDSM club at Club Zombie all the time, and having your hard cock on display never bothered you then.”

  Corey felt light-headed. This was really happening. “Well, um….”

  “I don’t think you’re as bothered as you’d have us believe. What do you think, Jax?”

  Jackson smiled and shrugged. “I think he’s got a BDSM safeword he can always use, and he’s an exhibitionist who’ll get off on the possibility of people knowing he’s getting his just deserts.”

  Just deserts! Was Jackson reading dialogue from a porn script?

  Corey glared at the heartless cad who had no idea how his embarrassing words excited him… though gauging by Jackson’s expression, maybe he did.

  Forgetting Jackson as a source of rescue, Corey appealed to the enforcer. “Please, Keith, I swear I’ll behave.”

  “You’ve made that promise in the past,” Jackson reminded him.

  True but…. “I mean it this time.”

  “Corey, you need boundaries and consequences, don’t you?” Keith asked the very basic question that seemed key to everything.

  “Yes.” He bit out the answer, but still, the nerve of these two. Argh! Corey tried to regain his dignity, but he was pissed and way too horny.

  “I know HOH usually doesn’t have a safeword, but this is different.”

  “For now,” Jackson added.

  “What’s your safeword, Corey?” Keith asked.

  Begrudgingly Corey said, “Safeword.”

  Keith’s mouth dropped open. “Your safeword is safeword?”

  Corey felt his face heat.

  Keith chuckled. “Of course it is. Do you use password as your—you don’t.”

  Corey shrugged. He was tired of forgetting them. He peeked at Keith, awaiting a lecture on cybersecurity.

  A disgruntled frown made Keith look even sexier, but apparently the password situation might be a bridge too far. Was he going to punish Corey for that too?

  “Jackson, please help Corey get over my knee.” Keith sat on the armless chair and smiled at him. “Wouldn’t want you to damage anything. Safeword if you need to.”

  Jackson took hold of Corey’s dick, gave his shaft one stroke, and then guided him over Keith’s lap ass-up.

  Corey bit back a moan as his dick slid against Keith’s board shorts. The light ridges on the smooth fabric made him squeeze his eyes shut.

  As hot as this was, what struck him was that finally he was being taken in hand. Keith cared, and any worry Corey might have had about Jackson not enjoying the process went out the window. Jackson’s big grin said he reveled in having a cohort to help deal with Corey.

  Each of them was getting what they needed from each other and from him. Their needs meshed and fulfilled the others.

  Keith’s hand rested heavily on Corey’s ass, pressing him down. “I’m going to give you a warm-up, and I want you to count them.”

  “Oh dear God,” Corey groaned and wiggled, trying to get some friction on his dick.

  Counting swats was a simple request—not the first time he’d heard it. Doms demanded it all the time. But coming from Keith…. The command was intense.

  “Okay, Corey?” Keith repeated in a slow cadence.

  Knowing complaining would only make it worse in the end for… his end, he replied, “Yes, sir.”

  Keith caressed Corey’s bare ass for a moment. The gentle caress provided a sharp contrast to the so-called Masters he’d scened with. Corey drank in the attention. This wasn’t some random smacking his ass because it was hot—though it totally was. This was Keith holding him accountable and making him feel… cared for and wanting to do better.

  He arched his back, knowingly making his ass a perfect target, and he gasped, “Keith, please.”

  Jackson snorted.

  Keith smacked his ass several times in rapid succession.

  Holy fuck! Corey barely had time to react. Being forced to endure the progressive pain lit him up. Eventually, he was able to glance over his shoulder.

  Jackson licked his lips as he rubbed the front of his sweats and then smiled at him. Keith’s total focus seemed to be on beating Corey’s ass, giving him what he loved.

  The connection Corey had with these two men deepened. It must be the sting making his eyes water.

  The spanking stopped, and Keith rubbed his sore ass. “Anytime you want to start counting, we can begin your punishment.”

  “What? Oh, right. Sorry. Ninety-eight?”

  Jackson snorted. “Nice try.”

  Keith popped him in the ass again. “Start anytime.”

  “I’m getting to it,” he sniped in his brattiest tone, earning him a rapid-fire burn that was meant to light his ass on fire, but instead the pain shot right to his dick.

  “One. Thank you.” He twisted away from the pain, and he almost
asked for another but couldn’t bring himself to that place.

  Keith spanked him dead center on his ass.

  “Two. Thank you.” Biting his lip didn’t help.

  “Three, thank you.” Fighting the sting wasn’t the way to get through this. He needed to settle into the sting. Letting the pain wash over him, he accepted the punishment, allowing the hurt to give him a clean slate.

  “You’re doing such a good job. We know it’s not easy.” Keith rubbed his ass.

  “He’s always so brave,” Jackson added, pulling at Corey’s heart.

  “Four, thank you. May I have another?” He surrendered and turned himself over to Keith and Jackson, trusting them to give him what he needed.

  “Five, thank you.” He deserved this for being thoughtless.

  “Ow! Six. Thank you.” Tears pricked his eyes. Not from the pain, not really, but because this was everything he needed and the two men he cared about most in this world were giving it to him.

  “Seven. Thank you. More, please.” Corey sniffed. He felt loved.

  Keith spanked his palm down hard. The sensation had morphed from ow to mmm, more please.

  “Fuck. Eight. Thank you.” He started humping against Keith’s leg.

  “Two more to go,” Keith said as he smacked his hand down.

  “Nine. Thank you, Demon.” His ass did feel like he’d sat down over an open fire, but nonetheless, he pushed back and hoped for a real stinger.

  Damn! He thrust his dick, and then he arched his back, dragging his cock along Keith’s thigh. Just a little bit more and…. “Ten. Thank you.”

  “You did very well.” Keith rubbed his ass.

  “He always does when he wants to.” Jackson kneeled in front of him, giving him a smile and a small peck on the lips.

  In that moment, Corey was enough.

  Jackson helped him upright, abruptly stealing all the delightful friction.

  Such love shone in both their eyes, it frightened Corey. How could he possibly deserve this?

  He slipped into that dirty sexy place he felt safe in. “I’ll be right back.”

  “Where is he going?” Keith asked Jackson.

  “No clue. Corey?” Jackson called out.

  “I’ll be right there.” Corey hurried to his suitcase. He rooted through his stuff and found the item. Hurrying back to his mates… well, his mate and Keith. Keith wasn’t his mate… yet. But if this were an interview….

  He handed Keith a heart-shaped paddle with the word naughty on one side.

  Keith examined the leather paddle. He slapped his own hand with it. “Sturdy.”

  “I didn’t want you to hurt your hand.” Corey bent over Keith’s lap again. No encouragement necessary.

  “Thank you. I want you to know these are not punishment smacks. This spanking is simply to let you know how much Jackson and I care about you.”

  “Sure, sure.” Happiness skated through his heart. Corey shifted and repositioned his ass up high, trying to make the perfect target.

  “No need to count these.”

  Good thing, because Corey had no clue how many times Keith imprinted the word naughty on his ass. But God help him, he felt anything but naughty. He felt forgiven, new, and clean… and very slutty.

  His spank-thrust-present routine had him close to coming when Keith stopped.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Good.” Was that Corey’s voice? He was all breathy and hoarse.

  “What do you need right now?” Keith asked.

  The dirty and delightful possibilities loomed large. Corey wanted so many things on the quick side of now. “I crave sucking off the man who just punished me.”

  Jackson and Keith glanced at each other, then at him.

  “What?” How was that wrong?

  Keith cleared his throat. “We’re not ready for that yet. But I want you to kiss me while Jackson sucks me off.”

  What? Oh, right. What was he thinking? If Corey sucked on Keith, that was more than a filthy blowjob… but so what?

  Corey tried to slide to his knees, but Jackson stopped him and shook his head. “No. Do what he says.”

  “Betraying me again?” Corey pouted, but let Jackson manhandle him upright.

  Jackson dragged him close and swatted his ass. “You need to have a clear head when you make that decision. Now kiss me, then go kiss Keith. From what he says, it won’t be the first time.”

  No jealousy in Jackson’s words—more like interest in seeing them kiss for himself.

  Reality and regrets burrowed past the horniness to get to Corey’s brain. He tongue-kissed Jackson until he was breathless, then stood unsteadily next to Keith.

  Keith stared into his eyes, leaving no room for doubt. He had fallen back in love with Corey… and maybe that was a good thing, because Corey couldn’t ignore the affection that threatened to burst his heart wide open.

  Jackson’s wet slurping drew Corey’s attention, making his hungry and jutting cock dip for attention. He throbbed in time with Jackson’s sucking. It was way too easy to imagine the feel of Jackson’s talented mouth sucking him to heaven.

  Keith traced a finger over Corey’s kiss-wet lips. “Please kiss me the way you kissed Jax.”

  He needed to adopt a new philosophy when he painted himself into a corner and away from love. Corey needed to put on some shoes and tap dance across the damned floor. He wanted to kick down his carefully reinforced walls as he strutted, wrecking the paint as he went.

  Fuck!

  Heat nearly overwhelmed Corey. His mouth pressed on Keith’s. All the emotions that swirled in him and between them were transferred and shared in their kiss. He parted his lips, making way for Keith’s tongue, which swept in with confidence as if this wasn’t their fourth kiss in twenty years but like they’d been kissing forever.

  Keith rubbed a hand across Corey’s punished ass. He caressed his fingers up Corey’s side and then latched on to Corey’s arm and squeezed.

  Emboldened, Corey dropped a hand to Jackson’s head. Gripping the short hair, he increased Jackson’s bobbing speed. Corey may not have been able to suck Keith off himself, but he could help by encouraging the right speed.

  Keith’s eyes widened, and he moaned into Corey’s mouth. His body rippled, and Jackson noisily swallowed.

  Their kiss ended with Keith’s sigh.

  Jackson grabbed Corey. He was so close the faint scent of Keith’s come nearly did him in. He longed to kiss Jackson. Not that he would steal all of Keith’s orgasm… just most of it.

  Corey shivered. His cock leaked and throbbed against Jackson’s leg, wanting to put them all out of their misery and claim Keith.

  “Corey, with your spanked ass and your swollen lips, I think you’re ready to please me with your talented mouth,” Jackson announced.

  From anyone else, Corey would have dug in his heels and tooth-pinched their cock at the first chance, but this was his mate. He’d do anything Jackson asked.

  However, the porny dialogue needed to stop, so to make a point he said, “I long to take you in my talk hole and make you belch your fertilizing juice down my throat.”

  Jackson gasped. “What the fuck!”

  Keith snorted. “Point taken.”

  Rolling his eyes, Jackson said, “We need to work on your romance.”

  Corey dropped to his knees and pulled out Jackson’s dick from his sweats. “I am.”

  He wrapped his lips around Jackson’s cock and sucked. No games, just hard-core deep sucking. Looking up, he caught Jackson kissing Keith, and Corey’s heart somersaulted.

  He stroked his own cock.

  In another minute, when Jackson came, Corey followed with wicked harsh waves of pleasure made more intense by their connection. He moaned in sweet relief.

  “Keith should put you on orgasm denial.” Jackson pushed his spent cock back in his sweats.

  Corey chuckled and pulled up his pants. “Topping from the side, are we? He can do what he likes, but you know I will come.”

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p; Jackson shrugged and explained to Keith, “It’s a hard limit for him. Though we could keep him tied, in active participation of being attentive.”

  Keith nodded. “That could be arranged.”

  Corey’s mouth dropped open.

  Keith pushed his finger in. “Lots of things could be.”

  Jackson nuzzled Corey’s neck, sending shivers of lust through him. Damn, he was in trouble.

  13

  Naked Twister

  After everyone cleaned up from their midmorning suckfest, Jackson suggested, “Let’s go for a walk on the beach.”

  He was a bit afraid of Corey retreating but was surprised when Corey jumped on the idea. “Sounds great.”

  Keith grabbed a carryall and tossed in a blanket, a football, and some drinks. Their stretch of beach was nearly empty. Someone chased a dog clenching a Frisbee between its teeth but soon disappeared.

  Corey skipped to the water’s edge. He ran back and forth, avoiding the waves. Jackson hadn’t seen him this lighthearted… maybe ever.

  “It’s great to see him so happy.” Keith read his mind as usual.

  “Thank you.” Jackson grabbed Keith’s hand and squeezed it. He hadn’t been able to give this to Corey alone.

  Keith grabbed the football and they ran a couple of plays.

  Jackson jogged back to Keith and couldn’t help but smirk. “We’ve still got it.”

  “Yeah… at least you do.” Keith walked into him, rubbing his own shoulder. “Are you happy?”

  Jackson didn’t have to think too hard. “Yeah, I really am. You?”

  “I think yes.”

  Worry skittered through Jackson. Granted, he’d been a little overwhelmed with all the head-of-household stuff, but it seemed Keith had concept, practice, and Corey well in hand. He had to know that. “You think?”

  “I see all this potential in front of us. I just worry we’ll not be smart enough to grab hold of it.” Keith stared at him and then at Corey, who was still evading the waves.

  “Well, I’m no genius, but I’m intelligent enough not to let either of my mates go. Come on, let’s nab Corey and help him get his feet wet.” Jackson took off at a run, smiling as Keith easily caught up with him. He loved how in sync they were.