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The smooth crown bumped his hole and slid up his taint. Zander arched, teeth in his bottom lip, eyes slitted. “Sit on it,” he ordered in a low gravelly voice that sparked flames in Vince’s belly. “Scotty, help him.”
And Scotty did. Vince felt almost like a marionette as Scotty dragged his hips back, aligning him with Zander’s shaft and then easing him down on it.
“Unnngh.” God. It never failed to destroy him, that initial moment when Zander broke through his ring of muscle and entered him. Like imbibing fire that scorched him from the inside out. He threw his head back, eyes closed as his ass swallowed Zander inch by inch, with Scotty kissing his nape, whispering words Vince couldn’t make out over the pounding of blood in his veins and the rush of flames.
He couldn’t move, so Scotty directed his movements. It was Scotty who yanked him backward, sending Zander all the way in, bottoming out, and tearing a cry from Vince. Scotty who moved his hips back and forth, then up and down, and so that’s how Vince ended up riding that thick veiny cock inside him.
He’d never experienced pleasure like the pleasure he got from both of his men’s hands on him. Scotty was at his back, an arm around his neck, a hand on his hip. Rocking on him, his erection pressed against Vince, painting his skin with sticky fluid. And Zander was below him, staring up at the two of them with eyes that glittered, teeth in his bottom lip as he thrust up into Vince with both hands rubbing Vince’s thighs.
He wanted them like this every morning. Wanted to feel them, experience this, every minute of every day.
Zander fisted him, jerking Vince’s cock in time to his thrusts. Vince’s mouth fell open, slight panic in his movements as he tried to fight the orgasm that immediately swirled in his balls. In the bottom of his feet. At the base of his spine.
“Zan-Zander.” His voice broke, falling between them, when Scotty reached down the front of his body and pinched his nipples, pulling, tugging. That bite of pain… “Oh God. Please. Please.” Desperately, he lifted and plunged down on the cock inside him, running toward that itch, that thing that burned and pulsed and writhed— “Oh God. Oh fuck!” He rode the orgasm until he couldn’t. Until he was blinded, the force of it flinging him face down onto Zander’s sweat-slicked chest. He rolled to the side, off Zander and onto the bed, ears ringing. He heard his fucking heartbeat and nothing else.
Panting.
Body spasming in the aftermath.
Zander said something, but Vince couldn’t make it out. God, he just might die if this thing between them continued to be as powerful as it was. The bed vibrated under him and he opened his eyes to find Zander on his hands and knees and Scotty behind him.
Fucking him.
Awww, hell. As spent as he was, his body still reacted to the sight and he dragged his palm down to his twitching dick, semi-hard and sticky with his cum. He stroked it with one hand, bringing the other hand to his hole. He was a mess down there, stretched and wet and pulsing.
So sensitive too.
He gritted his teeth and pushed two fingers inside, eyes rolling back as he struggled to focus on the men in his line of sight. Zander’s grunts and groans and Scotty’s moaning. Scotty’s face was buried in Zander’s nape, hips snapping faster and faster as Zander begged him to take him harder and faster and deeper.
Scotty gave him all of that.
And then there were no words, only the slap of flesh on flesh and the sounds of the three of them, caught up in each other, in their pleasure, their lust. Vince finger-fucked himself in time to Scotty’s thrusts, toes curling, body coming off the bed.
Panting.
Eyes wet.
Hole clenching.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
He came again, a pained wrenching of his entire body that had him biting his tongue until he tasted blood. Then Zander bellowed. Scotty whimpered.
And they were all three just lying on that bed, depleted, wrung out.
But so fucking satisfied.
32
Zander assigned personal bodyguards to both Scotty and Vince. Vince tried talking him out of it but that didn’t work. For now, at least. He had ways to make Zander ease up a little, though. But at the moment, he ignored the two hulking and silent figures trailing after him as he made his way through the grocery store.
In the time since they’d reunited and moved into the penthouse above the casino, Vince’s life had been so different than the one he was used to. He’d officially resigned from his job and put his former home on the market. Zander had sold the garage back in Alabama for a quarter of what it was worth to one of his former employees. He also bought a house. Dude just woke up one morning and instructed Vince and Scotty to get dressed, then drove them about half an hour away from the casino to what looked like a fucking fortress. Vince’s jaw had hit the ground when Zander had told them the compound could be their home. He’d had Vince and Scotty tour it and tell him their thoughts, and when they’d confessed to loving it, Zander had told them he’d already bought it.
And just like that, they’d moved in.
But there’d been caveats on the table. Before they truly started their lives together, they all had to agree to certain things. Everyone had to go to therapy. For Scotty, he had to do both therapy and narcotics anonymous meetings. He also wanted to go back to school, so he was in the exploration stage now, trying to figure out what exactly he wanted to study. Vince had acquiesced to Zander’s decree that he had six months to fuck around before he had to seriously consider what he wanted the next phase of his life to look like, career-wise. Clearly, Zander knew that eventually just sitting around day after day doing nothing would fuck with Vince, and he loved Zander for recognizing that.
For his part, Zander had agreed to find a second in command he could trust so that he could delegate responsibilities and wasn’t all bogged down with the business. He chose a guy named Edgar. It gave them time to be together, to strengthen their relationship, and removed some of the stress that Zander was under with the new partnership he’d entered into with the Russians and Jamaicans.
