But they were apparently content to carry on as they were—Jared going to town on Jason’s dick, and Tristan and Jason making out while Tristan pressed his cock against Jason’s ass.
Fuck him, Blake wanted to beg. He didn’t even care who did the fucking or who got fucked, but goddamn, he wanted someone to—
Ah, that was the game, wasn’t it? The three of them had stamina to burn and could probably keep this going for hours, regardless of it being ridiculously late—well, early—in London, and with the possibility of that fifteen-thousand-pound pot swelling based on Blake’s wants and desires, they were no doubt perfectly happy to do exactly that.
Fine. If he was going to pay through the nose, he was going to get his money’s worth.
He set his laptop aside for a moment, and kept his attention glued on the screen as he slipped his boxers off. And his shirt for good measure—no point in being dressed while he was watching the hottest and most expensive porno ever. Then he put his laptop back on his knee and got comfortable, one hand steadying the computer while he wrapped the other around his dick and started stroking.
“Jared,” he said. “Switch to Tristan.”
Jared sat back on his heels. Tristan and Jason changed position, and now it was Jason wrapped around Tristan from behind, kissing him deeply and teasing his nipple with his thumbnail. And Jared obeyed too—he held Tristan’s cock at the base and sucked it with enthusiasm that couldn’t be manufactured. Not even for a piece of fifteen grand.
Tristan was breathing hard, abs quivering as he made out with Jason and gripped Jared’s hair. Before long, he was moving his hips and fucking Jared’s mouth, and somebody—Jared?—moaned with intense, genuine pleasure.
Tristan broke the kiss and faced forward. Maybe his neck was cramping, or maybe he couldn’t concentrate on kissing anymore. He gazed down at Jared and licked his lips, then let his head fall back, and Jason immediately took advantage—he kissed beneath Tristan’s ear, drawing an “Oh fuck” from Tristan’s lips.
Blake was trembling now too. He slowed his strokes on his cock, and eventually stopped—he didn’t want to come too soon.
Tristan groaned. “For God’s sake, I need to fuck somebody.”
Right then, Jason’s eyes flicked up and met Blake’s. Lips still pressed against the side of Tristan’s throat, he said, “Well, Blake? What’ll it be?”
Blake considered the possibilities, gaze shifting from one gorgeous man to another. “Jared, I have a question for you.”
Jared turned to the camera, still stroking Tristan’s cock.
“Have you—” Blake cleared his throat. “Have you ever taken two guys at once?”
Jared’s eyes widened. Jason lifted his head and exchanged glances with Tristan, both of them grinning.
“Um . . .” Jared cleared his throat. “No.”
“Are you game?”
Jared looked up at the other two, then back at Blake, and he swept his tongue across his lips. “It’ll cost you.”
“I fully expect it to,” Blake said. “Name your price.”
Jared turned to Jason and Tristan again. Something unspoken passed between the three of them, as if Jason shared Jared and Tristan’s effortless telepathy. Maybe it was a thing rentboys developed when they worked together, or maybe the three of them were genuinely that close, but those were not blank stares.
Jason nodded. Then Tristan did. Jared bit his lip and shivered. He slid his hand over Tristan’s hip, tracing the bone with his thumb.
After a moment, Tristan turned to the camera, running his fingers through Jared’s hair as he spoke. “We’ll have to take it slow. So we don’t hurt him.”
“Absolutely.” Blake made sure not to let his poker face slip—he wanted them to take their sweet time, both so they didn’t hurt Jared and so this whole delicious scenario didn’t end anytime soon.
Jason drew a finger down the center of Jared’s back, and when Jared shivered, so did Blake. Tristan might’ve too. Then Jason met Blake’s gaze. “For both of us fucking him at the same time, double.”
Tristan’s eyebrows jumped, and the look he exchanged with Jared was nothing if not Holy fuck, seriously?
But Blake nodded. “I have no doubt it’ll be worth every penny.”
Jared sat up. As he wrapped his arm around Tristan’s waist, he said something that sounded like “Hell, I’d do it for free,” which was likely not meant for Blake’s ears. Blake didn’t care. He wanted them to enjoy it. And besides, it was Jason, not Tristan or Jared, who got off on the transaction.