I don’t need to be told twice. I plant my hands on his knees and push up, then slam back down. Clumsy at first, uncoordinated, my thighs screaming in protest. But my body learns fast. I find a groove that’s less about my legs and more about grinding my hips, swiveling to milk that spot. Lifting until the tip catches on my rim, then dropping my full weight. Rising and falling, riding him with a desperation that borders on insanity.
The pain is gone. In its place, a deep, swelling pressure that builds with every thrust. Each drag better than the last, each slap of my ass against Hawk’s thighs more intense than the one before. I’m a mess. Drooling, babbling, a string of “yes, yes, yes”spilling out of me like my vocabulary has been reduced to a single syllable.
I tilt my head to find Jace. He’s backed up against the door, palms flat against the wood, like he needs it to stay upright. His eyes are wild, pupils blown wide, locked on my bouncing cock. His chest heaves. His sweats are tented again, the fabric straining against the hard-on he’s trying so hard to ignore.
“Jace.” My voice is wrecked. Barely recognizable. “Touch yourself.”
He shakes his head. “I can’t.”
“Why not?”
Jace runs a hand through his hair. “Because you’re my friend, man. It’s… you.”
“But you liked it,” I gasp as Hawk drives up into me, nailing that spot. “You liked my mouth on you.”
“Luca…”
“What? Tell me I’m wrong.”
“Fuck.” He drags a hand down his face. “You’re not wrong.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“You know the fucking problem.”
“You two shitting me right now?” Hawk cuts in. He grabs my hips and takes over, driving into me with hard, punishing thrusts that knock the air out of my lungs. My eyes roll back. “This some kind of roleplay you’ve got going on?”
“What? No,” Jace sputters.
“You telling me you’re not together? You’ve even got the same fucking tattoo on your arms.”
“We’re not…” I try to explain, but Hawk slams into me so hard my teeth rattle. “We’re just…” Another thrust. My cock bounces off my stomach. “Ohfuck… friends. We’re just… friends.”
Hawk scoffs. “Friends don’t look at each other the way you two do.” The wet slap of his balls against my ass echoes off thewalls. “Your guy over there hasn’t taken his eyes off you since he walked in. And you?” He grabs my jaw and turns my face toward Jace. “You’ve been putting on a show for him this whole time. Haven’t you?”
I open my mouth to deny it. But nothing comes out. Because… fuck. He’s right. I love what Hawk is doing to me. But have I been turning up the volume a little? Moaning louder than I needed to, arching my back a little more? Yeah. I have. I wanted to shock Jace. Prove I could be as reckless as him. And maybe I wanted him jealous too. To see me like this and wonder why he never noticed before.
Jace is trembling. He’s palming himself through his sweats, hips rocking into his own hand in tight, desperate strokes. He’s losing the fight. Losing it bad.
“That’s what I thought.” Hawk chuckles against my neck. “You two want to fuck each other so bad it’s painful to watch.”
Neither of us denies it.
Hawk slows his thrusts to a lazy roll that has me squirming on his lap, trying to get him deeper. He’s torturing me on purpose. He nips at my earlobe. “Go on,” he murmurs. “Tell him what you want.”
I look at Jace. At the sweat on his upper lip. At the pulse hammering in his throat. At the hard-on straining against his sweats. My best friend. The person who knows me better than anyone. And through all the fog and the lust and the noise, one thing cuts through crystal clear.
“Jace.” My voice breaks on his name. “Get your dick out and fuck me.”
8
Jace snaps.
He pulls me off Hawk’s lap and shoves me face-first against the wall. My cheek hits the graffiti, my palms slap the wood, and before I can draw a breath, his sweats are down and the blunt, hot head of his cock is pushing against my asshole.
Then he’s inside me. All the way. One long, punishing thrust that buries him to the hilt, using all the lube and spit Hawk left behind. I scream. A guttural sound that tears out of my throat. He grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back. His other hand locks around my hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, holding me exactly where he wants me.
“Is this what you want?” he snarls against my ear, driving into me so hard my heels leave the floor.
