Threesome Rook, Knight and Bishop make Jason an offer he can’t refuse. Can the four of them be exactly what they each need? Find out in this Opening Move…
Rook, Knight and Bishop have been searching for a fourth man to join their threesome for quite a while when Knight meets Jason, the life model in the art class he’s auditing. He thinks that Jason is the perfect man for them and his lovers Rook and Bishop quickly agree. The trick will be convincing Jason…
Join these sexy men as they make their Opening Moves.
About the Author
Often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organising his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the kama sutra by channelling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to "Chicago".
A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.
Barring any of that? He'll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.
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Copyright © Sean Michael 2015. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Pride Publishing.
Rook bounced as they headed toward the Z’va coffee house, walking between Knight and Bishop, his two favorite people in all the world. “He was a stud, Knight. He really was.”
“I told you.” Knight winked at him, goosed him gently. “O ye of little faith and large penis.”
He jumped at the goosing and rounded on Knight, his ire fading as he played the words back. “His was pretty impressive, too. You think it was just a shower? Or a grower, too?”
“That I don’t know. He’s never sprung wood in class.” Knight winked.
“That’s a damn shame.” Rook stepped back between them and looped a hand each through Knight’s and Bishop’s arms. He loved touching them. Hell, he loved them, plain and simple. “So. I know I’m not the only one who wants to do him six ways to Sunday.”
Bish snorted. “Or get done by him.”
“Sure. I’m easy.” He was. As both his lovers well knew.
“He might say no… You do realize this, dear boys.” Knight could be such a turd.
“You wouldn’t have suggested it if you believed that.”
Knight nodded, hips bumping his. “He’s got a great ass and the rumors are he’s unattached. A little gym bunny.”
“I didn’t get a good look at his ass, but the rest of him was vavavavoom!”
“I saw his ass,” put in Bishop. “It was great.”
“I need a cup of coffee. I told him where we’d be. We’re sticking with the original plan, boys?”
They’d made similar offers before—four times. No one’d ever said yes. Of course, Knight hadn’t picked before.
A boy. A man. A lover. Someone for them to play with at will. They’d started talking about it late one night—the three of them naked and lazy, sprawled. Knight had been teasing Bish about getting a houseboy, someone they could touch, drive crazy. Boss around a little. Play with.
That had been Knight’s phrase. Play with.
Rook nodded eagerly and Bishop grunted an affirmative.
Rook tried not to get excited, but damn. It wasn’t easy.
They piled into the shop, waved at Rick and Les. “The usual, boys?”
“Please. You and Bish go sit, I’ll get it.” He pulled his wallet out and sauntered up to the counter.
Rick grinned at him and Les made the black coffee, the mocha latte, and the triple espresso with a shot of caramel. “We haven’t seen you three in almost a week. I was going to send a search party.”
“If you promise it’ll be full of studs, it’ll be another week before we’re back.”
“Shit, I can’t afford that! Knight keeps me in business!”
He pouted. “Too bad. I guess we’ll have to keep finding our own studs.”
He handed over a twenty and waved away the offered change. Grabbing the tray, he headed to the table Knight and Bishop had chosen. Knight was straddling a chair backwards, Bishop’s hands on his lean shoulders, rubbing hard. Knight looked tired, but each touch seemed to make that sexy body to relax. Rook licked his lips. Who needed a search party of hotties when he had his two very own personal studs to love on?
The look on Knight’s face was pure bliss—lips parted, surrounded by goatee and mustache, the hair black as pitch.
“No orgasming in the coffee shop—they’ll throw us out again,” Rook teased, putting their coffees down on the table.
“Shh. He’s rubbing. Don’t distract him.”
He grinned at Bishop, who just smiled back. “I’ll do you when we get home.”
It was probably for the best—he’d never met a massage he didn’t want to turn into more. Especially when Bish was the one dishing out the massage—you could feel the love in every touch.
Knight moaned, the sound like liquid sex. “Bish has the best hands.”
“He does.” Rook was getting hard. Between the look on Knight’s face and the memories of what exactly those hands could get up to…
He sat down and pulled his chair up to the table. Bish could make you beg, make you scream, make you hurt in ways that felt so fucking good after… And after… He never ever doubted that Bish loved him.
He tried not to whimper—he already had a reputation for being easy, so the last thing he needed was to get all hot and bothered by memories.
Knight met his gaze, near-black eyes dazed. “Tell me when you see him.”