“He will. He likes to go more than one round, don’t you?” Noah teases, licking Mackie’s neck until he cries out, thrusting his cock into my hand with every movement from Noah. The water moves faster as he speeds up.
“Fuck, you should feel how tight he is, how much he loves this,” Noah growls, and then he lifts Noah and presses him closer. “Feel.”
My eyes meet his for a second before I angle myself, finding his hole and slowly pushing inside as Mackie cries out, clawing at us as I claim him with a few thrusts. He squeezes me like a fist, lost between us.
“Fuck, he loves this.” I pull free, and Noah slams back inside him, forcing him against me as I stroke his cock. His head rests against Noah’s shoulder as he cries out. “You loved being fucked by your two daddies, don’t you? Love being used and filled by us, knowing we’ll be going all night until every part of you is filled with our cum. Your ass and pretty mouth are all ours.”
Mackie gasps, reaching for me, and then we kiss again as the water splashes around us from their fucking. When we break free, gasping for air, I glance at Noah.
Noah grunts, his face tight. The water moves faster as Mackie bites my lip, his cock jerking in my grip until he cries out, spilling over myhand as he comes. Lifting my hand from the water, I lap at it as his eyes open and then bulge when Noah snarls and bites down on his neck. I let them have their moment as Noah pulls his mouth free and turns Mackie’s head to kiss him as they slow to a stop.
“His turn, baby,” Noah mutters as he pulls away, then he glances at me and grins. “If he can keep up.”
My eyes narrow, and I slide my hand down, lifting Mackie higher. I force his legs up until they wrap around me while I shove my shorts down and press my cock against his ass. He leans back, and Noah catches him as his eyes open and lock on me in shock, like he didn’t actually believe I would.
“Don’t worry, I’ll last longer than him,” I taunt, and Noah flips me off even as he supports Mackie’s back while his legs are anchored around my waist. His head rolls on Noah’s shoulder as he arches, pressing deeper onto me.
“You feel his tight ass and then tell me that,” Noah grumbles as he kisses Mackie’s cheek. “He drives me crazy.”
“You and me both,” I force out through gritted teeth as I work deeper, his ass gripping me tightly. “Fuck, baby boy, you have to let me in. I need this tight ass.”
He whines but relaxes, and I thrust deep inside him. I start to move slowly, but his nails dig into my arms, and I can’t help but let go. I hammer into him so hard, he cries out, writhing between us.
“That’s it, baby, take your other boyfriend and let him fill you,” Noah croons in his ear, and Mackie tightens around me to the point of me grunting, struggling to get deeper inside him. Noah’s hand almost touches me as he grips Mackie’s length, but nothing matters right now, only the pleasure building in me until my balls tighten.
“Come for me, baby boy. Let me feel it,” I order through clenched teeth, and he whines but arches up, taking me deep as he spills across Noah’s hand. I let go, shattering with my own cry and filling him with my release.
When I can see again, I meet Noah’s gaze. “Told you I’d last longer.”
“Right, let’s go again,” he hisses, making me laugh.
Mackie sighs between us. “Perverts, both of you.”
“Don’t you forget it, baby boy.” I kiss him before turning his head, and Noah kisses him as well before we relax, letting the pool water lap at us.
After playing a bit more in the pool, we retire to the big loungers. Mackie is between us on the wide lounger bed. Propping myself up with one arm, I look down at him as he tries to calm down and slow his breathing.
“That was only round one, baby boy. Tonight is all about you, and we are going to show you just how much we both love you,” I say as I tilt his chin up until he looks at me. Noah buries his head against Mackie’s shoulder and trails his fingers down his side, teasing him.
His eyes widen as I lean in and kiss him again, ready for round two, then three, then four, until he never forgets he belongs to us.
FIFTY-SEVEN
Mackie is still shy, even a week later. We’ve talked about what happened a lot, but the truth is, I don’t regret it, and it only brought us all closer. There are no barriers between us now. Conan and I know we are sharing Mackie, but it’s different actually doing it, and considering how much our boy liked it?
We’ll be doing it again.
I also have to focus on work. I want to get through these races before I have my operation, something I’m trying really hard not to think about. I’m just focusing on eating healthy, spending time with my team, and working. Those are the distractions I need.
“You look worried,” Clarke comments, and I blink as I look at her. Sometimes, I forget she’s here. She blends in with our garage so well that we even forget to be on our best behavior. Like now, I forgot she was in the paddock with me as I watch Mackie and Skylar give their pre-race interviews.
The season is moving fast now, leading up to the championships. I know they are ready, but it isn’t Mackie and Skylar who worry me. It’s Amanda. She’s standing outside our paddock, clearly on purpose, talking to cameras and journalists, her racers at her side. One of them is making me grind my teeth.
Orson is an overseas driver, and he’s really good. He’s won a lot of titles, but he’s also known to be brutal, mean, and not a team player at all. He only cares about winning, not the sport or racing fairly. Amanda must have paid a lot of money to get him here. Orson is the best driver in the world right now, and my boys have to go up against him sooner than I would have liked. I don’t know if they are mentally ready. Physically, they could beat them, but the mental game is half the battle. I know that all too well, and men like Orson are good at it.
“Orson, right? He’s good. I looked at his rankings,” Clarke mutters.
“He’s one of the best. He has a way of getting into other drivers’ heads and messing with them,” I grumble.
