Sold on Them (A Night To Remember Auction)

Chapter Twenty-two

Damon

“ I f my dick doesn’t get some action soon, I’m going to explode,” I complain as I walk into the kitchen.

Mackenzie giggles from her spot at the kitchen bar. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how that works.”

Narrowing my eyes at her, I growl. “You don’t have a dick, so you don’t get to have an opinion on this matter.”

She holds her hands up in mock surrender as she fights back her laughter.

It’s been two weeks since we were kidnapped from this very house. Both of us are healing well physically. As Mackenzie guessed, our mental health isn’t faring quite as well. At her urging, all five of us are seeing someone. It’s too early to tell, but I like to think it’s helping. Time is really the only thing that can heal us from what we went through.

“I have a dick, and I know that’s certainly not how it works,” Parker says from his spot beside Mackenzie.

Cormac grunts from his place at the stove, and I roll my eyes.

They’re all a bunch of assholes. I know that’s not how it works, but it fucking feels like that’s what is going to happen.

“You assholes also don’t get to have an opinion on the subject. You act like we can’t hear the two of you and Royce sneaking off and fucking like bunnies.” I scoff. “If you’re getting some, then you don’t get to comment.”

“Awww, is Damon feeling sexually frustrated?” Royce asks as he steps into the room sans shirt.

I lick my lips as my eyes rove over him. He’s slick with sweat, probably from working out—something else I’m not allowed to do.

“Fuck,” I groan, closing my eyes. “You can’t walk in here looking like that and not expect my dick to get hard. I’m surrounded by utter hotness and no one will fuck me or let me fuck them.”

“I never said you couldn’t fuck me,” Mackenzie says, hunger heavy in her voice.

I snort. “No, you didn’t. But the two of them said no, and even threatened to put my cock in a godsdamned cage if I tried. Fucking cockblockers. I think I know when I’m able to have sex.”

“Definitely sexually frustrated then.” Royce chuckles.

I groan because he’s right. I am sexually frustrated, and these assholes are just giving me a damn hard time about it. “I hate you all.”

“Except me,” Mackenzie pipes up.

“Except you, Mac. Never you.” I laugh, making my way over to her and Parker, giving each of them a kiss before settling onto the stool beside Parker.

Royce laughs as he comes over and plasters himself against my bare back.

“Ugh, get your sweaty ass off me,” I growl, not really meaning it, but it’s not like he’s going to let me fuck him, so there’s no fun having him pressed against me.

“Does that mean you don’t want to hear that O’Reilly cleared both of you for sex?” he asks, laughing when I swing around on the stool fast enough that he has to jump back.

I lick my lips, hoping he’s not lying to me. “Are you serious?”

He nods. “Deadly.”

“Thank fuck.” I grab the front of his shorts and jerk him to me, crashing my lips onto his. He laughs into the kiss until I bite his bottom lip. He growls in response before deepening the kiss.

“Does that ever get any less hot?” I hear Mackenzie ask. “Please tell me the answer is no.”

Cormac grumbles something, but I can’t make out exactly what he says as I wrap my arms around Royce, the two of us fighting for dominance in our kiss. This is why I kissed him and not Parker. I need a challenge right now. I honestly don’t know who’s going to fuck who, but I guess I’ll find out soon.

Something thumps me in the back of the head, and I jerk away from Royce. “What the fuck?”

“I made breakfast. No sex until after you eat. You’re still healing.” Cormac sets a plate on the counter behind me, and I turn around to find him glaring at me.

“Are you serious right now?” I sigh, readjusting my dick in my pants—and possibly giving it a little squeeze while I’m there. I might have asked it as a question, but I already know the answer.

Cormac doesn’t even bother answering, just nods to the plate in front of me, and I bite back a groan.

Looking to my right, I see Parker and Mackenzie already digging into their food. There’s no way he’s going to let me get away without eating this which sucks because all I can think about is getting laid.

“If you think you can eat at the same time, then I’ll suck your dick.” Royce presses up against my back again, leaning over until his mouth is against my ear before stepping back.

“Really?” I cock an eyebrow as I turn my head so I can see him.

When he just winks, I pick up my plate and turn around on the stool again. Resting it against my chest, I take a bite and watch Royce, wondering if he’s really going to do it.

His smile only grows as he moves toward me again. Since the stool is so high, there’s no reason for him to drop to his knees—even though that would be hot as hell. Instead, he pushes my sweatpants down until my hard cock springs out, slapping against my stomach.

“If you stop eating, I stop sucking, understood?”

“One hundred percent clear,” I tell him before scooping another bite of omelet into my mouth. A groan slips from me when his tongue drags along my length.

Parker sighs. “Cormac, why don’t Mac and I get that kind of incentive.”

“You want incentive to eat your breakfast?” Cormac rumbles, and I can practically hear the two of them nodding. “If both of you eat your breakfast—and this is important as it includes a reward for both of you—I’ll let you fuck my little one on the table while I fuck my hand. Is that a proper incentive for the two of you?”

“Okay,” they say in unison.

It’s harder than I thought it would be to continue eating when Royce wraps those devilish lips around my cock, but I still manage it. It does mean that no matter how well he sucks me down—and he’s very good at it—I’m not going to come anytime soon. My focus is just too split.

Finally, I’ve eaten it all, and Cormac grabs my plate from me and hands me something instead.

“Enjoy,” is all he says before strolling away.

Glancing down, I laugh when I see he’s handed me a bottle of lube.

Royce pops off my cock and stands. “What’s so funny?”

“Cormac took my plate and left me this in its place.” I show him the bottle of lube.

He smirks, reaching for the bottle, but I snatch it out of his reach. “Uh uh. You’re not the one who gets to control the lube.”

“Oh, is that how you think this is going to go? Think you’re going to take my ass?”

I shrug. “I haven’t had it yet, and as far as I’m aware, we all top and bottom. Guess what, baby. It’s your turn to bottom.”

Royce looks like he’s going to argue, but eventually, he shrugs. “Alright. I guess that doesn’t sound like a terrible idea.”

“Done!” Parker yells out before there’s a clatter of plates hitting the counter. Parker practically drags Mackenzie over to the table, helping her up onto it while also undressing her.

“Hmmm…I definitely want to watch that.”

Cormac sighs as he picks up the plates. “Come fuck him against the counter. You’re both tall enough to see it over the bar.”

“Are you directing our sex scene, Cor? That’s usually my job.” Royce grabs Cormac as he tries to walk away, pulling him into a quick kiss. “I look forward to seeing how your plans work out. Make sure you sit somewhere we can see you, too, hmmm?”

He saunters into the kitchen behind Cormac, and my eyes fall to his ass. “Coming, Damon?”

“Yup.” My eyes shoot up to meet his.

He smirks before pushing down his shorts and stepping out of them, leaving them in a pool on the floor. “Then get your ass in here.”

Rolling my eyes, I follow him. I drop my sweatpants onto the floor with Royce’s shorts before kicking them against the wall. We don’t need to leave them there to be a trip hazard.

As soon as I reach Royce, I pull him in for a hot kiss. Our tongues twine together as I push him against the counter, our cocks sliding against one another. It’s fucking hot as hell, but I need to be inside of him as soon as possible.

I pull away, spinning him around while he’s still off balance from the kiss, and pop open the bottle of lube. Pouring it over my fingers, I rub them together before drizzling some on his ass. He shivers as it runs between his cheeks. I press one finger against his hole, rubbing the lube around before pushing inside of him. The lube does its job well and soon I’m adding a second finger, and then a third. He presses back against me with each thrust of my fingers, small groans falling from him as my fingers brush against his prostate.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he pants, and I follow his line of sight to find Mackenzie facing us as she rides Parker’s dick. Cormac is leaning against the wall, his hand wrapped around his cock as he watches them. He’s stroking himself in time with Mackenzie’s unhurried movements, and it’s clear he wants to pick up the pace but he doesn’t.

“Are you ready for my cock?”

Royce nods. “You probably could’ve fucked me without the prep, but I’m not complaining.”

“You might not need prep for the other’s dicks, but they’re not quite as big as I am. I don’t like to take chances with this kind of thing. Plus, I like fingering your ass. It’s hot watching you suck my fingers inside of you.”

With a chuckle, I grab the lube once more and spread it over my cock before adding a little more to Royce’s puckered hole. Better to have too much lube than not enough.

Grabbing my dick, I line myself up before pressing forward. Royce and I moan together as I breech him, sliding in slowly until I’m fully seated, pausing here and there to allow him to adjust to my size.

“You better fuck me like you mean it, or you’ll find the tables turning, and I’ll be the one fucking you, “ he warns me.

Biting back a growl, I grip his hips and pull back before slamming back into him. He grunts, fingers scrambling across the counter as he tries to find a way to keep himself in place as I ram into him.

My eyes fall shut as sensations wrack my body. It may have only been two weeks since I had my dick in one of them, but it feels like it’s been so much longer.

It’s so much different fucking Royce than fucking Mackenzie or even Parker. He doesn’t yield to me the way the two of them do. Instead, he presses me to go harder, faster. As much as I’d like to fuck him for hours, it doesn’t take long for me to feel my oncoming orgasm.

Reaching around, I take his cock in one of my hands and stroke him in time with my thrusts as I lean forward. My chest is plastered to his back, pushing him further into the counter but not so low that he can’t see the show being put on at the kitchen table.

“Look at how fucking hot they look,” I whisper against his ear. “I love watching Mackenzie’s tits bouncing like that—it’s only when she really gets into riding one of us. She does it so well. Don’t you wish your hands or mouth were on those tits right now? I know I do.”

I keep whispering in his ear, talking about all the things we could do to them later. He has to be close.

When Cormac steps up beside the two of them, jerking his cock faster before unloading on Mackenzie’s chest and Parker’s face, I completely lose it. My movements shorten as I chase my orgasm, smiling when Royce explodes in my hand. I continue to work him, covering both of us in his cum, but then I’m coming, biting down on his shoulder.

My roar of approval is muted due to my mouth being buried in his skin, but with the way his cock jumps in my hand, he doesn’t seem to mind it.

Mackenzie screams, her body tensing before she falls forward onto Parker who thrusts into her a few more times before groaning his own release.

“Can we start every morning like this?” I ask, pulling out of Royce.

“I’m down,” Mackenzie calls out, her words muffled slightly by Parker’s chest.

Cormac shakes his head. “Off to the shower—all of you. I’ll sanitize the kitchen and table while you clean up.”

He sounds annoyed with us but he helps Mackenzie and then Parker off the table, giving them each a kiss as he does so before moving over to kiss both me and Royce.

“Next time, I’m going to fuck you while you’re fucking Royce,” Cormac says as he pulls away, smirking at the shock on my face.

Royce laughs, throwing his arm around me. “Gotta watch out for that one. He doesn’t always say a lot, but when he does, it has a big impact.”

“No shit.” I grab Mackenzie’s hand, pulling her along as Royce leads us up the stairs.

I might have been joking about starting our day like this all the time, but we can if we want. No one is on the run anymore. There’s no price on Parker’s head anymore. We can do whatever the hell we want—even fuck in the kitchen every morning.

I can’t say I would mind it all that much.