Devotion (Club Destiny 5)

“Across our backs,” he explained, realizing he was getting more and more worked up. Luke’s erection began to throb as he once again envisioned the ink across Cole’s back, staring back at him.

“Is it going to be the same on both of you?” Sierra asked, not waiting for an answer before turning to Cole. “Take your shirt off, I want him to show me where he wants this to go.”

Cole tilted one eyebrow at Luke suggestively and lifted his t-shirt, pulling it over his head and setting it on the edge of the desk before turning around so that his back was facing them.

Luke moved forward at the same time Sierra did, his hands vibrating slightly from the sight of Cole’s beautiful body. He knew exactly where the image was going to go. Sierra handed him the paper before placing her hands on Cole’s naked back.

Cole hissed out a breath.

“Sorry. Are my hands cold?” she asked Cole, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was instigating something that they weren’t going to be able to control.

“No,” Cole growled.

Sierra began tracing the outline of the image that Luke was holding across Cole’s back. The subtle shift of Cole’s body and the way his hands fisted at his sides caught Luke’s attention. He was feeling it too.

“I want the yin yang symbol to be the base. We’ll both have that. However, the dragon will be on him,” Luke said, moving in closer, placing his palms against Cole’s back, outlining the area he was thinking. “I’ll have the tiger on me.” Luke moved his hands showing how the tiger would be positioned differently.

Sierra glanced up at Luke, then back to Cole’s bare skin. “Basically, if you were to overlay it then you’d see the whole picture, right?”

“Right.”

Luke didn’t take his hands off of Cole.

“Why on your backs?” Sierra asked, taking a step back. “Take your shirt off, I want to see.”

Luke quickly shed his shirt, not answering Sierra’s questions as he gave in to the inevitable. Regardless whether the woman realized what she was doing, they were all three about to get naked. Right there in his office.

Quickly returning to Cole, Luke pressed his chest against his back, leaning in close to his ear. “I’m going to be inside you in just a few minutes, I promise you that.” He kept his voice low, the words only meant for Cole’s ears.

“I’m banking on it,” Cole replied just as softly.

It was Luke’s turn to hiss when Sierra’s hands made contact with his back, her fingers tracing the outline of what the tattoo would look like. When he thought he couldn’t take anymore, Sierra placed her lips against his skin and his body hardened even more.

Apparently she was feeling the heat churning in the otherwise still air. Or maybe she had this planned all along.

“Your turn,” Cole said, reaching behind Luke and grabbing Sierra’s shirt, pulling her until she was stumbling back in front of him. “Little minx.”

Luke slid his arms around Cole’s waist, reaching for the button on his jeans as he ground his erection into Cole’s firm ass. He flipped the button, then eased the zipper down before sliding his palm down Cole’s washboard stomach until he was able to wrap his hand around Cole’s iron hard cock.

Sierra laughed, pretending she didn’t have a clue what Cole was talking about and Luke watched the interaction as he stood behind Cole, stroking him roughly.

“Strip,” Cole ordered Sierra and a flash of desire sparkled in her ice blue eyes.

Without further hesitation, Sierra quickly slipped off her t-shirt and then her jeans.

“All of it,” Cole ground out as he began thrusting his hips, forcing Luke to stroke him harder.

Sierra teased them as she removed her bra and panties, turning around to give them a breathtaking view of her magnificent ass.

“On the desk,” Cole demanded.

The way Cole had taken the reins made Luke that much hotter. He liked this side of him, although he still looked forward to those times when Cole would submit to him.

Like right now.

“Take your jeans off,” Luke growled in Cole’s ear as Sierra moved into place.

Once she was sitting on the edge of the large oak desk that stood proudly in the middle of the room, Luke shed his jeans almost as quickly as Cole did.

“Fuck, baby, you’re wet,” Cole groaned as he moved in place between her legs, his fingers sliding through her glistening pink folds.

Luke alternated between watching Cole slide his fingers inside of Sierra and trying to find the bottle of lube that he kept in a safe place in his office. One never knew when it would be needed.

Once he had what he needed, Luke alongside Cole between Sierra’s spread thighs. “We need to taste you,” Luke said as he lifted one of her legs, opening her wide and giving him room to stand beside Cole.