Chapter 149: Their Glory hole -2

Victor’s fingers returned to the remaining buttons of Theo’s shirt.

He worked them free one by one, never hurrying.

Each small metal disc slipped through its hole with a soft, deliberate click. Theo stood perfectly still with his arms at his sides, and watched the slow reveal of his own chest.

The air in the suite felt cooler against his newly exposed skin making his nipples tightened almost at once.

A fine shiver ran down his spine that had nothing to do with temperature.

Reid’s hand stayed on his waist, thumb still moving in that same small, maddening arc.

The pressure was light, yet Theo felt it like a brand. Behind him, Reid’s breathing was steady and controlled, the quiet inhale and exhale of a man who knew exactly how long he could wait.

Silas remained slightly to the side, his eyes never leaving Theo’s face, cataloguing every micro-expression - the way Theo’s lips parted on a quieter breath, the faint flush climbing higher along his throat, the almost invisible tremor in his lower lip.

When the last button opened, Victor eased the shirt off Theo’s shoulders. The fabric slid down his arms with a soft whisper.

Cool air touched the full length of his back. Goosebumps rose in a wave from the nape of his neck to the small of his spine.

His cock, still trapped and aching inside his trousers, gave another heavy throb.

The damp spot at the front had grown; he could feel the wet fabric clinging to the sensitive head.

Victor folded the shirt with unhurried care and set it aside. Then he simply looked.

Theo felt the weight of that gaze like heat. Victor’s eyes moved over the lean lines of his chest, the faint definition of his stomach, the trail of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband.

Reid’s hand slid higher, his palm spreading across the bare skin of Theo’s side. The calluses on Reid’s fingers caught lightly against him.

Theo’s breath hitched. His pulse hammered in the hollow of his throat, visible and insistent.

Silas stepped closer. His voice was soft, almost conversational.

"Your heart is racing."

Theo swallowed. "I know."

Silas’s fingertips brushed the side of Theo’s neck, finding the frantic beat there.

He held the contact for several long seconds, feeling the rhythm, while Theo stood between the three of them and tried to remember how to breathe evenly. He failed.

Each inhale came shallower than the last. A tight, liquid heat had settled low in his belly, spreading outward with every second of stillness.

Victor reached for Theo’s belt.

The leather slid free of the buckle with a quiet metallic sound that seemed far too loud in the hushed room.

Victor drew the belt out slowly, letting the length of it whisper against the fabric of Theo’s trousers.

He coiled it once in his hand and set it aside. Then his fingers settled on the button at Theo’s waist. He did not open it yet. He only rested there, the pad of his thumb pressing lightly against the lower edge of Theo’s abdomen, just above the hard ridge of his cock.

Theo’s hips twitched forward before he could stop them - a small, involuntary plea.

Heat flooded his face. Reid made a low sound behind him, something close to a growl of approval, and the hand on Theo’s side tightened fractionally.

"Easy," Reid murmured, the first word he had spoken since Theo entered the room. His voice was rough, deeper than expected.

The single syllable vibrated against the back of Theo’s neck where Reid’s breath stirred the fine hairs there.

Victor finally released the button. The zipper followed, drawn down with the same unhurried precision.

Theo’s trousers loosened. The pressure against his cock eased for a moment, then returned sharper as the fabric shifted, making his cock harder.

Victor hooked his thumbs into the waistband and drew the trousers down Theo’s hips in one long, controlled motion.

They pooled at his ankles. Theo stepped out of them when Victor guided him with a light touch at the calf.

His shoes and socks followed. He was left in only his black briefs, the front of them tented obscenely, the dark material darkened further by the steady leak of precome.

Silas exhaled softly, almost a sigh.

"Look at you."

Theo could not look at himself. He could only stand there, bare feet on the thick carpet, chest rising and falling too quickly, while three pairs of eyes mapped every newly exposed inch of him.

His skin felt hypersensitive. The brush of air across his thighs made him shiver. The waistband of the briefs sat low on his hips; Reid’s fingers slipped beneath it at the side, not pulling yet, only resting against the warm skin there, testing.

Victor sank to one knee in front of him.

The shift in height changed everything. Theo looked down and met Victor’s upturned face.

The financier’s expression was intent, almost reverent, yet edged with unmistakable hunger.

Victor’s hands settled on Theo’s bare thighs, thumbs stroking slowly upward along the inner seams of muscle.

Theo’s cock jerked harder inside the briefs. A fresh bead of wetness soaked through the fabric. He felt it cool against the air for half a second before more heat replaced it.

Victor leaned in. He did not take the briefs down. Instead he pressed his mouth to the hard outline of Theo’s cock through the cloth.

The heat of his breath soaked through the damp material. Theo’s knees nearly buckled, and Theo resisted with the last ounce of self control left in him, but he could not control the broken sound that left his throat.

Reid’s arm came around his waist from behind, steadying him, the solid wall of Reid’s chest suddenly flush against his back.

Silas’s hand rose to cup the side of Theo’s face, turning it so their eyes met.

"Breathe," Silas said quietly. "We’ve only started."

Victor’s mouth moved again - he opened it deliberately, using his tounge to trace the shape of him through the fabric.

The friction was maddening, too much and not enough. Theo’s hips wanted to push forward but Reid’s arm kept him still.

Silas traced Theo’s lower lip with his thumb and Theo opened his mouth, used his tongue to touch the thumb without thought, it tasted like salt and skin. This made Silas’s eyes to darken.

Silas proceed to push the entire thumb into his mouth and Theo sucked it like his life depended on it.

Victor’s fingers finally curled into the waistband of the briefs. He drew them down with the same slow care he had given the trousers.

Theo’s cock sprang free, flushed dark, the head glistening.

The cooler air of the room kissed the wet skin and Theo gasped. His cock bobbed once, heavy, and another clear drop welled at the tip and slid down the underside.

Victor looked up at him. Then he leaned forward and licked that drop away with a single, unhurried stroke of his tongue.

Theo’s entire body tightened. A full-body shudder rolled through him.

His pulse thundered so loudly he was certain they could all hear it. Reid’s mouth brushed the side of his neck—not quite a kiss, only the soft drag of lips and the faint scrape of stubble.

Silas watched Theo’s face with open fascination, tracking every flicker of sensation that crossed it.

Victor did not take him into his mouth yet. He only breathed against the wet head, tongue flicking in light, teasing passes that never quite gave the pressure Theo’s body screamed for.

Each small lick sent another sharp pulse of need through Theo’s cock and down into his tightening balls. Precome continued to bead and slide.

Victor caught every drop, unhurried, as though he had all night and intended to use it.

Reid’s hand slid lower, palm spanning Theo’s bare hip, fingers curling inward until they rested against the sensitive crease where thigh met groin.

Silas’s mouth found the hinge of Theo’s jaw. The kiss was light, almost chaste, yet it left Theo’s lips parted and his breath coming in short, uneven pulls.

They were still only touching him in fragments. Mouths and hands mapping, tasting, promising. Theo’s cock stood rigid between them, aching, neglected in the most deliberate way. The tension in his abdomen had drawn so tight it bordered on pain.

Every nerve ending felt scraped raw with awareness. He could feel the individual beads of sweat that had formed at the small of his back where Reid’s body heat pressed against him. He could feel the exact place where Silas’s fingers rested against his cheek.

He could feel the wet, open heat of Victor’s mouth hovering a fraction of an inch from the head of his cock, close enough that every exhale was a torment.

Victor glanced up once more. His voice was low, almost conversational.

"Not yet."

Then he rose to his feet, leaving Theo’s cock glistening and untouched, and the three of them simply looked at him—flushed, trembling, completely bare, and already past the point of easy return.