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But this? This he would remember for the rest of his life. He already knew that.
A hand settled around his dripping dick, squeezing, tugging. He gasped, eyes sliding closed, hips jerking forward. Fucking that fist.
Zander’s. He didn’t have to open his eyes to know it was Zander touching him. He found himself flat on his back with someone’s lips on his neck, and he inhaled Vince’s musk. He lifted his lashes to find Zander crouched over him and Vince at his side, the two of them focused on him, their gazes hungry, touches desperate. He’d never been the focus of someone else’s pleasure like this. And the fact that it was two of them?
It bordered on too much, but he didn’t care. He wanted all of it. All of them.
Vince kissed him and Scotty slid a hand up the marshal’s shoulder, gripping his nape, moaning into his mouth while Zander stroked him until Scotty’s cock was wet and weeping, his hips coming off the bed. Vince broke the kiss to nip at Scotty’s jaw, to drag his tongue across Scotty’s clavicle and down his chest. Pinching his nipples. Teeth and tongue and wicked fingers. They unraveled Scotty’s equilibrium.
Something soft and wet surrounded the tip of his cock head and he cried out, gaze darting down to Zander, who had Scotty’s dick in his mouth, eyes closed. He looked so dangerous there, between Scotty’s knees. Especially when his eyes opened and their gazes clashed.
Zander winked at him, then his fingers were at Scotty’s hole, teasing, pushing in. Scotty lifted his legs to the ceiling and threw his head back, undulating, begging. Vince stroked his chest and his abs, murmuring words that Scotty’s beating heart and racing pulse muted. He was focused on the pleasure Zander gave so unselfishly with his mouth, his hands. Every touch so reverent, every swipe of his tongue so deliciously needy.
It hurt in the best ways. He didn’t know pain could be so pleasurable. Didn’t think there was anything to enjoy about hurting, but Zander and Vince were showing him differently. His eyes watered at the thought just as Zander breached him with two fingers.
His body arched off the bed, mouth opening in a silent scream. He found himself moving, seeking out that burn, that pleasure, that rush. Pushing his ass back to take the fingers deeper, rolling his hips. And all the while Vince soothed him as Zander took him apart, piece by piece. He struggled to breathe because all he wanted to do was forget everything else in favor of the raw pleasure that streaked through him with every thrust of Zander’s thick fingers into his tight hole. It’d been forever since he’d been penetrated and he felt every inch of Zander’s fingers. They hit all of Scotty’s spots, sending sparks flying behind his closed eyelids.
When had he closed his eyes?
The bed shifted and something cool and slippery dripped down his cock. Scotty’s eyes flew open. Vince had squirted lube onto his dick and was now stroking him, getting him all slick. Where did they find lube? He didn’t even know they had that in the room.
Questions soon took a back seat as Zander straddled him, hands coming up to frame his face. He peered into Scotty’s eyes and then dipped his head, pressing kisses to Scotty’s forehead, his eyes, nose, and finally his lips. Scotty opened for him, allowing Zander to sweep inside and suck on his tongue. And Scotty held him tight, both arms locked around Zander’s naked body while the other man rocked on him; his ass settled over Scotty’s cock, grinding on him.
He shuddered and moaned. It was like a fever dream, the way Zander moved on him, making his dick beg and weep to feel him. To sink inside him. Zander released a loud groan and Scotty broke their kiss, glancing down to see that Vince had his fingers inside Zander, slicking him up, prepping him for Scotty’s cock.
He barely had time to wrap his mind around that before Zander was inching backward, the cleft of his ass sliding up and down Scotty’s shaft. Vince’s grip circled Scotty, holding him still so Zander could seat himself on him.
Christ!
He gritted his teeth as Zander sank down on him. The tightest muscles wrapped around him, hot and rippling.
“Ah fuck!” Zander’s breath was a blast to the face as he panted. “Fuck, baby. Yes. Gimme that dick. Give it to me.”
But Scotty couldn’t move. He’d been rendered motionless, breath snatched from his lungs, at the first clasp of Zander’s tightness. It was death by suffocation and he just kept dying over and over as Zander took him inch by inch.
“Fuck. Shit. Fill me up.” How was Zander able to talk? Scotty could barely make out words; they sounded as if they were coming from a long corridor, spoken in front of a wind machine. “That cock so good. Goddamn.”
“Urghh…” What the fuck was Scotty trying to say? He didn’t even know because Zander’s hole had swallowed all of him, his ass sitting atop Scotty’s thighs, and he just… His senses were on overload. Zander was soft and tight and hot and his muscles clamped down on Scotty as if they were actively working to lobotomize him.
A finger touched him where they were joined. He sucked in a breath, eyes wide. Vince was back there, more lube, another finger pushing into Zander alongside Scotty’s dick. He remembered then Zander’s statement about Vince and Scotty fucking him.
At the same time.
God, Scotty almost came at the thought and he bit his lip, grabbing Zander’s ass cheeks and pulling them apart.
Zander made a pleased sound. “Yesss,” he hissed, lowering his head to kiss Scotty. “Go ahead and fuck my hole, baby. You want it?” He rolled his hips. “It’s yours.”
Why? Why was he talking? Scotty was going to come too quickly if Zander kept it up, but those words were so filthy. He loved them. Loved how they kept his dick rock hard. He buried his face in Zander’s neck and rolled his hips, ass coming off the bed as he thrust into Zander, his movements eased by all the lube Vince kept adding.
Zander rocked back on him, riding him. “That’s it. Let me ride you, baby. That dick so good. Unngh.”
It took so much effort to hold back, to not come the way his balls were begging him to, but Scotty managed it. Managed to thrust up into Zander, taking in the other man above him with slitted eyes as Zander’s head fell back. Vince removed his fingers and then straightened on his knees behind Zander, a hand at Zander’s throat, holding him in place. Then Vince’s cock joined them, squeezing in, pushing in beside Scotty’s.
It was torture.
It was madness.
Scotty felt every inch of Vince’s shaft as he forced his way in and he threw his head back, crying out, his hoarse voice drowning out Zander’s grunt. He didn’t know how they managed it, how Zander was able to take the two of them, but eventually, they were both inside him as Zander was panting, riding them with Vince’s grasp on his throat and Scotty’s death grip on his hips.
