DETENTION (CHAPTER THREE)

Julian’s eyes snapped open, dark and wild. “Who the fuck…”

Noah’s breath caught, heart pounding with dread and forbidden thrill. The door creaked open just a crack. A shadow fell in the doorway.

Carter.

Noah froze, every nerve screaming, his body slick and trembling against Julian’s. Carter’s sharp gaze flickered between the two of them… Julian standing shirtless, sweat gleaming over taut muscles, and Noah, flushed and breathless, half-pressed against the desk.

“Seriously?” Carter’s voice was slow, amused, dripping with disbelief. “You two, again?”

Julian’s jaw clenched, but he smirked, unashamed. “What can I say? The boy’s irresistible.”

Noah swallowed hard, cheeks burning hotter. He tried to shrink back, but Julian’s grip tightened in his hair, pulling him closer with a possessive growl.

Carter stepped fully into the room, shutting the door behind him. “I hope you saved some for me,” he said, voice low and wicked.

Julian’s dark eyes flicked to Carter, a spark of challenge igniting. “You want in?”

Carter’s grin was cruel and hungry. “Oh, I don’t want in. I want to take over.”

Noah’s pulse thundered. He’d seen this side of Carter before…slick, hungry, a relentless appetite for everything messy and filthy. And now, here he was, standing between him and Julian, ready to wreck every boundary.

Without waiting for an invitation, Carter closed the distance, fingers already tugging at his own belt.

Julian pushed Noah down on the desk, spreading him open with harsh, demanding hands. “Carter,” he growled, “you better be able to keep up.”

Carter’s laugh was dark and low as he dropped to his knees in front of Noah, mouth immediately swallowing him again, teeth grazing over the sensitive flesh. Noah moaned, fingers gripping the edge of the desk, slick heat pooling between his thighs.

Julian’s hands went to Noah’s hips, gripping hard, pulling him flush against his cock again, hips pressing in wild, hungry thrusts. Noah’s breath hitched as Carter sucked harder, swirling his tongue with reckless abandon, sloppy and desperate.

“Fuck,” Julian cursed, eyes dark with obsession. “You’re such a filthy little slut for us.”

Noah whimpered, the words sending a shudder through him. His throat clenched as Carter’s tongue pressed deeper, coaxing sounds from him he’d never dared admit aloud.

“Tell me,” Julian demanded, voice low and rough, “who’s your daddy?”

Noah’s voice cracked, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes. “You are… Daddy…”

Carter’s hands grabbed his thighs, spreading them wider, and he pushed his own cock against Noah’s slick entrance. “Ready for me, slut?”

Noah nodded breathlessly, voice barely a whisper. “Please…”

Julian’s hips stuttered, nails digging into Noah’s skin as Carter eased inside with a slick, greedy thrust. The room filled with sounds…moans, gasps, wet slaps…thick with desperate need.

Noah’s head fell back, eyes fluttering closed as the two men took him…possessing, claiming, pushing him to dizzying limits. Carter’s pace was fierce and messy, biting kisses trailing up Noah’s neck, while Julian’s hips drove harder beneath him, fingers tangling in his hair, face buried in the crook of his throat.

“Such a good boy,” Julian whispered between gritted teeth. “Taking both of us, making me crazy…”

Noah sobbed, the mix of pain and pleasure breaking him open, shattering every last reserve.

Then…

The sound of footsteps. Sharp. Approaching.

Noah froze, heart leaping.

Julian’s hands clamped down harder, voice sharp: “Quiet. Now.”

Carter pressed his mouth to Noah’s ear, voice rough with command and heat. “If you make a sound, you’re mine to punish.”

The door handle rattled.

“No,” Julian hissed, eyes blazing. He grabbed Noah’s chin, forcing his lips to close over a shaky whimper.

The door opened.

just a sliver more…and a figure peeked in, shoulders tense, eyes making to scan the room. But the second his foot crossed the threshold, a sharp vibration ripped through the quiet.

A phone.

The man’s gaze snapped to his pocket. His phone buzzed insistently, shrill and unforgiving.

He cursed under his breath, frowning as he fumbled it out. The glow of the screen illuminated his face in the dim light.

“Yeah?” His voice was low but edged with urgency.

The door was left cracked open, the faint scent of cologne and musk drifting out.

Noah’s chest rose and fell in shaky relief beneath Julian’s heavy grip. Carter didn’t stop moving, but his eyes flicked toward the door, calculating.

“Tell them I’m in the staff lounge. Got a situation here. I’ll be out in five,” the man growled into the phone.

He took a step back, shutting the door quietly behind him, the click echoing like a lifeline.

Julian exhaled a long, slow breath, eyes still wild with need and barely contained fury.

“No one’s coming,” he growled, voice thick with lust.

Carter slid his hands down Noah’s body, leaving trails of fire across his slick, trembling skin.

“You’re a fucking mess,” Carter whispered, teeth grazing the shell of Noah’s ear. “Just how I like it.”

Noah whimpered, eyes glazed and heavy-lidded, completely lost in the swirl of sensation.

Julian’s fingers tangled in Noah’s hair again, dragging his head up for a rough, bruising kiss. His tongue pushed deep, demanding, possessive.

Carter chuckled darkly, dropping to his knees again, hands immediately wrapping around Noah’s thighs, prying them wider.

“You’re gonna be sore tomorrow,” Carter murmured, voice dripping with wicked promise.

Julian laughed…a low, guttural sound that vibrated through Noah’s bones.

“Doesn’t matter,” Julian growled. “We’re not done with you yet.”

Noah’s breath hitched, the overwhelming sensation of two men ravaging him, their weight, their heat, too much to resist.

Carter’s mouth moved faster, wetter, teeth scraping just enough to sting as he licked, sucked, and teased. Julian’s cock pulsed inside Noah, slow and deep now, stretching him to every limit, making him see stars.

“Say it again,” Julian demanded, his voice a harsh rasp in Noah’s ear. “Who’s your daddy?”

“You…Daddy,” Noah sobbed, voice broken, barely audible.

The two men exchanged a look…dark, hungry…and then Carter moved up to bite and suck a mark on Noah’s throat.

Julian’s hand came down hard on Noah’s ass, making him jump.

“You’re mine,” Julian whispered fiercely. “And you belong to me.”

Noah nodded, unable to say anything else, overwhelmed and shaking.

Carter’s pace picked up again, sloppy and fast, while Julian’s hips rocked with steady, brutal precision.

The room filled with moans, gasps, and wet slaps…the soundtrack of filthy possession.

After what felt like hours…though it was only minutes…they all collapsed, spent and trembling.

Noah lay sprawled between them, skin flushed and slick, lips parted, eyes closed.

Julian’s fingers traced lazy patterns across Noah’s back as Carter whispered, “You’re definitely our mess.”

Noah cracked an exhausted smile, voice hoarse and shaky. “I’m your mess.”

Julian laughed softly, pulling Noah close. “And we’re just getting started.”

Carter grinned, dark and wicked.

“We’ll make you beg for more, sweetheart.”

The door creaked again.

All three froze.

Noah’s pulse slammed in his ears.

Julian’s eyes narrowed.

But it was only a janitor, pushing a cart down the hallway, oblivious to the chaos behind the closed door.

Julian exhaled, lips twitching into a smirk.

“Close call,” he muttered.

Noah whimpered softly, still trembling, but hungry…always hungry.

Carter kissed his temple.

“Next time,” he promised with a grin, “we won’t be so quiet.”

As they all collapsed in a sweaty, tangled heap on the desk, Noah’s phone buzzed silently on the floor…an unknown number lighting up the screen. The glow cast eerie shadows on the walls, as a chilling message appeared:

“I know what you’re doing. And I’m coming for you..you dirty little sluts.”