“That’s it,” Hawk says, wiping the spit from my face. “Let it out.”
“Fuck, that was loud,” Jace laughs, breathless. “They probably heard you at the front counter.”
“Don’t care,” I pant, dropping my forehead against Hawk’s thigh. I’m so close. I can feel it gathering at the base of my spine, a tight, coiling heat. “Don’t stop.”
“Not a chance.” He pulls out until just the tip catches on my rim, then drives back in as far as he can go, balls-deep, hips flush against my ass, grinding into me. My cock drools a steady stream onto the floor between my feet.
Hawk fists himself, keeping the head of his dick pressed to my lips. I lap at the slit, chasing the salty precum. It leaks out in short pulses, smearing against my tongue. He’s close, too. The muscles in his thighs are trembling, tension building through every part of him.
There’s something about watching a man this size teeter on the edge. A guy who could rip a car door off its hinges, whose hands could crush me, and I’ve got him by the balls. Literally. I reach up and cradle them in my palm. They’re heavy. So fucking heavy, drawn up tight against his body. I roll them in my fingers, scratch the sensitive skin behind them with my thumbnail. Hawk sucks in a breath.
“These feel full,” I murmur against his shaft, squeezing gently. I don’t even know where this confidence is coming from. The words just feel right. “Got a big load in there for me?”
“Damn, getting demanding now, are we?” Hawk grins down at me, his hips rocking forward. “Yeah. Got a fucking flood for you.”
“Gonna paint my face with it?”
“Jesus, Luca,” Jace gasps behind me. His hips stutter, his pace faltering for a second. “Since when do you talk like that?”
I look over my shoulder. He’s staring at me, wide-eyed, drenched in sweat, lips parted. I grin. The new me, the one I met an hour ago, is having the time of his life.
“Since tonight,” I say, holding his gaze. “Your fault for bringing me here.”
“I’m glad I did.” Jace picks up the pace, fucking into me with renewed energy. “So glad I did.”
I turn back to Hawk and take him to the root. A deep, satisfying slide. I swallow him down until my nose is buried in the wiry hair at his base, until my throat convulses around him. I hold it. Let my throat spasm. Let the pressure build, the need for air. I’m floating. Swimming. The world narrows to this. To the feeling of being full. Two cocks. Two sets of hands.
I pull back, gasping, spit connecting my lip to the swollen head. I look up. His eyes are screwed shut, jaw clenched, head thrown back against the wall. A vein pulses in his thick neck.
“Come on,” I coax, voice raspy. “Cover me in it.”
Hawk’s eyes snap open. They blaze down at me. His fist flies over his shaft, a blur. A curse tears from his lips.
The first rope hits me across the cheek. A warm, wet shock that splatters from my jaw to my hairline. The second catches my open mouth, and I taste him, even saltier than Jace. Must eat more red meat or something. I close my lips and swallow.
The third stripes across my nose and forehead, clinging to my eyelashes. He keeps coming. Pulsing, grunting, his whole body shaking as he empties himself all over my face. He’s a fucking firehose. My tongue darts out, lapping up what I can reach, chasing the hot streams as they paint my skin. But most of it is beyond me. It drips from my chin, my forehead, slides down my neck in warm trails.
“Holy fuck,” Jace chokes behind me. “Fuck, Luca, that’s so…” His control is gone. The steady, punishing pace devolves into frantic, desperate rutting. His grip on my hips turns bruising. He slams forward one, two, three more times, then buries himself to the hilt and stays there. I feel him swell inside me. Feel the first hot pulse deep in my guts. He isn’t wearing a condom. He’s coming in me. Bare.
My own orgasm hits without warning. One second it’s a distant rumble, the next it’s a full eruption. I don’t even touch myself. My cock just fires. Long, thick ropes that splatter onto the concrete between my feet. I howl. A hoarse, broken sound as I empty out, my ass clamping down around Jace’s pulsing cock, milking him for everything he’s got.
And fuck, he’s got a lot. Even though it’s his second, the sheer amount is staggering. I can feel it. The hot flood filling me, seeping into my guts, some of it already leaking out around the tight seal of my hole. It’s a strange, warm sensation. As intimate as it is dirty. My best friend, marking me from the inside out.
For what feels like a full minute, all three of us are coming at once. Hawk’s last spurts onto my face, Jace pouring into my ass, me spraying all over the floor. A three-man chorus of grunts and groans and shaky breaths.
Then, as one, we sag.
Jace slumps against my back, forehead resting between my shoulder blades, and his softening cock slips out of me. The warm rush of his cum follows, a wet, messy trickle down my thighs. My legs buckle, but Hawk catches me. One massive arm hooks under my chest, holding me upright while my body trembles through the aftershocks. I lean against him, boneless and spent, my cheek smearing against his sweaty, tattooed chest.
Cum is everywhere. On my face, in my hair, dripping down my legs, pooling on the floor between my feet. The air is thickwith it. Sweat and sex and the cheap, lingering scent of cherry lube.
I feel Jace’s lips press between my shoulder blades. Soft. A tender gesture after everything he just put me through. His hands come up to bracket my ribs and he holds me, breath warm and shaky against my skin. He whispers my name. “Luca.”
“Yeah,” I breathe back. My throat feels raw, my lips swollen.
Hawk chuckles. He grabs a wad of tissues from the dispenser and starts wiping my face. “Well,” he says, dabbing at a streak of cum on my forehead. “That escalated.”
I try to stand, but my legs give out immediately. Hawk and Jace catch me before I hit the floor and ease me down onto the bench. My ass is sore. A deep, pleasant ache that radiates through my lower back. I sit there, naked and streaked with three different loads, watching them pull up their sweatpants.
