Devotion (Club Destiny 5)

Devotion

It sort of said it all.

As Luke and Cole led Sierra away from the crowd and toward the stairs, they had to endure hugs and pats on the back from various people, some probably the very ones whom Sierra had gotten advice from. Although he wasn’t trying to disappear, Luke needed a few minutes of alone time with these two, and it would give the rest of the guests a chance to get back to normal. Whatever that meant.

When they reached the top of the stairs, Luke went straight to his office. Once the three of them were inside, he locked the door behind them and turned to face two of the people he cherished most in this world.

“I’m sorry for putting the two of you on the spot like that,” Sierra began apologetically, but Luke quickly cut her off by stalking her across the room and pressing her into the wall, his mouth coming down on hers as gently as he could manage. It wasn’t an easy feat.

Cole was right there with them, moving in close until the three of them shared a kiss hot enough to melt the polar ice caps and then boil the water afterwards. Before Luke had a chance to catch his breath, Sierra stunned him as she easily morphed into the aggressive one, seemingly fueled by her emotions. He didn’t put up a fight when she pushed him down on the couch and straddled his hips. His cock immediately swelled at the feel of her heat against him, and he wasn’t sure they’d get their clothes off fast enough.

“Naked,” Sierra said between kisses, making Luke laugh. “I want you both right here. Right now.”

“I can’t wait that long,” he told her, unwilling to wait until they were undressed. “And anyway, I want you to wear that just a little bit longer.”

Turning to Cole, he locked his gaze with midnight blue eyes that seemed to be hiding the same emotion he was feeling. “I’m not wasting any more time.”

Cole didn’t move.

“Honey, I think he needs our help,” Luke told Sierra when she stopped planting kisses along his jaw.

“I think so too,” she said, eagerly reaching for Cole’s arm and pulling him until he stumbled and fell onto the couch beside Luke. With hurried movements, Sierra moved off of him and over onto Cole’s lap, straddling Cole the same way she had him.

When she had Cole thoroughly distracted, Luke stood from his seat, making quick work of removing his jacket and then unbuttoning his pants. As much as he wanted to take all night, he knew they’d be expected back down in the club soon so he would have to make this quick. There’d be plenty of time to take his time later, which he fully intended to do.

Sierra was already working to get Cole freed from his tuxedo pants as their mouths remained fused together. Luke used the time wisely, going over to his desk to retrieve the bottle of lube from his top drawer. When he returned, he noticed Sierra had managed to get Cole’s pants down over his hips, and she was now riding his cock with her dress bunched up around her waist.

Lord have mercy, the woman didn’t have on panties.

“Sonuvabitch!” Cole cried out when Luke leaned down, easing two fingers inside of Sierra’s ass while fondling Cole’s balls at the same time.

“Fuck that feels good,” Cole groaned, his head falling back on the couch as he began pumping his hips, working his cock deeper inside of Sierra as she rode him hard.

Based on the urgency in Sierra’s movements, Luke knew he had some catching up to do. Watching the two of them go at one another like wild animals right there in his office was certainly not hindering his progress either. This was the first time they’d taken advantage of this office, but he knew it obviously wouldn’t be the last.

“Don’t make me come,” Cole begged, lifting his head and meeting Sierra’s gaze, then looking past her at Luke. “I want him inside of you when I come.”

Luke released Cole’s balls, continuing to screw two fingers into Sierra’s ass as Cole began fucking her with slow, measured strokes.

Getting himself situated took a minute because his legs were so damn long and he needed to get better traction. By the time he was sliding his cock inside of Sierra, Cole had managed to angle his body so that the three of them could almost fit on the couch together. With one leg on the floor, one knee on the couch, Luke began thrusting inside of Sierra while Cole picked up a rhythm of his own beneath her.

Luke’s emotions were a tangled mess inside of his chest, and he couldn’t seem to get close enough to either of them right then. Tonight, the two of them had made every single dream he’d ever had come true. There might have been a couple of doubts that disrupted his normal course from time to time, but Luke had given himself to them, heart and soul, a long time ago. To know that they had shared the same insecurity was bittersweet.