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“I’ve been busy, like I told Scotty. But like I also told Scotty, you two are a distraction.” Vince’s lips parted but Zander kept on talking. “The sweetest fucking distraction, and if I allow myself to indulge in you, nothing else would get done. At all.” He chuckled darkly, putting an arm around Scotty and the other around Vince, dragging them closer. Until they were pressed together, all three of their breaths meeting and mingling in the tiniest space between them. “But I miss you,” Zander whispered.
The words sank into Scotty’s gut and anchored there, steadying him.
“And I want you.”
It was Vince who made a sound because Zander had paralyzed Scotty with words spoken as if dragged from the deepest parts of him.
“We want you.” Vince touched Zander’s chest.
Scotty found movement again, and his bravado, too, turning and brushing his lips against the corded column of Zander’s neck. “Now. We want you now.”
19
He’d been pretending he didn’t care about Zander’s absence, but with both Scotty’s and Zander’s bodies pressed to his, with their lips on his, Vince let all that shit go. He had questions for Zander that went beyond the little he’d said, but he didn’t have the wherewithal to do anything but moan around Scotty’s tongue.
Then Zander’s.
Hands roamed his body and he threw his head back, trembling, legs shaking. It’d been way too long since anyone had touched him and he felt every caress, every callous, acutely.
These two men wanted him and Vince wanted them too.
He forced his eyes open, breath leaving him on a gasp as he watched Zander pull his t-shirt over his head. Vince swallowed to wet his parched throat, then slid a palm over Zander’s naked torso. He was fucking ripped, his brown skin riddled with scars and colorful tattoos from throat to hip.
Scotty made a whimpering sound, pure need, and touched Zander too. He bent forward and dipped his head, pressing his lips to Zander’s pecs, hands sliding over his body. Vince took a moment to watch them, to let the sight of them—Zander’s head thrown back and his fingers buried in Scotty’s hair as he held the younger man close—and the thick lust and raw need that perfumed the air sink into his pores, meld into his bones.
His dick was rock hard, pulsing and eager for what came next. But he tried to slow down. Tried to savor it. He went to his knees, unbuckling Zander’s jeans first, pressing kisses to his hip bone. Hands settled on his head, guiding him lower as he stripped Zander’s jeans off.
Got rid of his underwear.
And came face-to-face with the most dangerous cock he’d ever seen. That motherfucker was shaped like a boomerang. Vince’s hole clenched at the sight of it.
He inhaled, tipping his head back to look up at the other two men. Scotty’s eyes were heavy lidded; he looked as if he were high. And Vince understood that feeling all too well. He fisted Zander’s cock, salivating, body humming when Zander bucked into his grip. He leaned forward and pressed his face into Zander’s crotch, inhaling the scent of him, shivering.
It was an out-of-body experience, one that would only get better and better, and he wanted to live in it for as long as possible. Holding on to Zander’s throbbing dick, Vince tackled Scotty’s jeans with his free hand, but after a couple of fumbles, Scotty was there to help him. And soon Vince was face-to-face with two cocks.
Scotty’s was paler, not as thick, but long. Vince moaned when he got a good look at it. And the way Scotty’s thin frame trembled? He just wanted to get both men on the bed and lose himself in them. But first…
He took Scotty in hand and nuzzled him too. They panted for him, the two men in whom he’d somehow found himself invested. Connected to. Their hips bucked as he stroked them and their cocks leaked for him. He swiped his thumb over Zander’s crown, then did the same for Scotty. They quaked, their bodies rippling as they struggled to stay upright.
“Fuck. Vince.”
The way Zander said his name now was different. More guttural. Filled with urgency and pleading. There was power in being on his knees. In looking up at them, meeting their lust-darkened gazes as he stroked them. All of them were centered on him. And all of him was centered on them.
He wanted to make them feel the way he felt, so he bent and licked Scotty’s wet crown.
The younger man cried out, knees buckling. “Oh God!”
Vince licked him again, eyes rolling back in his head when Scotty’s flavor exploded across his taste buds. Goddamn, he tasted good. And Vince needed more, so he parted his lips and took Scotty inside.
“Ugh.” Scotty bucked wildly, his grip on the back of Vince’s neck turning painful. “I can’t—Vince, oh fuck.”
Vince hummed around him. His body ached. Trapped inside the jeans he hadn’t managed to button, his cock begged for mercy. But he ignored it. He could get off on this—the heaviness of Scotty’s dick in his mouth, Zander’s own throwing off the most intense heat and throbbing in Vince’s grip. Vince could get off on just that. He sucked on Scotty, took him to the back of his throat, and Scotty whimpered for him.
Power.
“Fuck.” Zander cursed above him, voice like shattered glass slamming into Vince’s skin at a hundred miles an hour. Cutting him deep. Drawing blood. “Suck that dick.” He thrust in and out of Vince’s grip. With all the precum wetting Vince’s fingers, Zander’s movements made the most obscene sounds as he fucked Vince’s fist slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. “Throat it. Let me see you take him.”
Vince moaned, hips rolling. He liked those words. He wanted more of them.
