14. Callum

Landon's hot, wet mouth suckling on my glans caused my toes to curl, and Zack's tongue stroking over mine made my head spin.

While I'd never been with two men at once, I'd watched my fair share of porn and read every word Landon had ever written. He'd spoken of fantasies, not aware that his had since become mine.

I clutched at Landon's hair and Zack's shirt, wanting them closer. On me. Fucking in me.

Landon held tight to both of our thighs and garbled a cry around our dicks, gasping and shuddering.

"Oh fuck," Zack rasped, tearing his lips from mine to look down at the beautiful man on his knees who had both of our cockheads stuffed in his mouth. "You like sucking dick that much?"

Backing off, Landon panted, head hanging as another tremor rippled over him like an aftershock of climaxing.

A wet spot seeped over the front of his shorts.

Jesus.

Before Zack could drop a truthful yet degrading comment that might trigger Landon, I bent to pick him up into my arms.

He buried his face in my neck, wrapping his legs around my waist. "That was embarrassing," he muttered exactly as I'd expected, breathing heavily against my skin.

"The hell it was," I argued, the throb in my groin all the evidence I needed.

"Hot as fuck," Zack groaned from behind us in obvious torment as I was.

I set Landon on the end of my bed and pushed his hair off his damp forehead. Saliva still made a mess of his chin and had dripped to his T-shirt.

"Let's get this off." I tugged on the hem, and he lifted his arms, allowing me to bare his smooth chest before wiping his pink face.

He was so damned beautiful.

My heart pounded against my breastbone as I knelt and finished undressing Landon.

Clothes rustled behind me, and something soft landing on the floor, but I couldn't tear my eyes off Landon's flushed dick covered in cum and still hard as nails.

My mouth watered at the sight.

I'd dreamed of this moment for years and didn't hesitate to lean in and take a taste of him—hopefully the first of many.

"Cal." Landon sighed and leaned back on his hands to watch me make a meal of his cock.

I held his base and tongued up his shaft, swirling and licking to swipe up every smear of cum I could. Wrapping my lips around his glans, I suckled the last remnants of saltiness from his slit.

He whimpered when I popped off to rip my shirt overhead.

I surged upward and kissed him, slowly pushing him until he lay down, legs dangling over the bed's edge. My ass was on full display from where I stood between Landon's spread thighs, and Zack didn't waste any time palming my cheeks exactly as I'd hoped for.

He cursed and nosed up my crack, inhaling deeply.

I shuddered, shoving my tongue into Landon's mouth as he wrapped his arms around my torso. My dick strained to rub against his, but I kept my knees locked, since Zack seemed intent on worshiping my taint and hole.

He ate me out like a starved man, growling and groaning, fingers digging into my cheeks to keep me open for him. A quick pause to mutter something about how delicious I was and he went back to it, his tongue spearing past my ring that hadn't been breached in years.

"Oh fuck." I gulped, my forehead tipped against Landon's as a shudder ripped through me. I'd never expected to have this again. "Jesus, that feels incredible."

"What's he doing?" Landon asked, his voice nothing more than whispered lust.

"Sucking on my ass. Tonguing my hole—fuck." I groaned, arching even deeper in a silent beg for more.

Landon whimpered the exact needy sentiment fluttering in my chest.

As quickly as Zack started, he stopped, leaving me bereft. Rustling through his black bag sounded. Gathering supplies, most likely.

I stared down at my best friend, his light brown eyes overblown by black pupils, radiating emotion beyond mere lust of fulfilling one of his dreams.

This was not what I'd had in mind when booking Zack and the hotel.

At. All.

But I wasn't about to complain about where we had ended up. I'd always wanted Landon, what he wrote in his first manuscript about a triad of three men, but I'd never allowed myself to hope for even having him let alone someone else sharing in our physical intimacy.

Our kiss on that dance floor hadn't just opened the floodgates but reassured me of my love for him, my need to keep him close and be his rock until death parted us.

"Zack told me you're in love with me," Landon whispered, stalling out my heart.

I glanced over my shoulder to find Zack once more behind me, a couple of condoms and bottle of lube in hand. He didn't apologize for spilling my secret, simply raised an eyebrow as if to ask, What of it?

My jaw clenched as I fought off rising anger. I wanted to be the one to declare my feelings to Landon but not until after he'd gotten over his need for Zack and his heart was open for someone else's claiming.

Landon grabbed my chin, and I allowed him to turn my face back around. He leaned up and took my mouth, dissolving my irritation with the sweet flick of his tongue over my lips.

I would be a fool to stop what we'd begun, the fruition of so many of my wishes I'd never expected to come true simply to give Zack a piece of my mind. Hell, for all I knew, it was his oversharing of personal information that had offered Landon the bravery to initiate the kiss that had changed everything between us.

Fingers crossing that shit didn't take a detour down the road, I gave in to the passion once more flaring inside me, fucking into his mouth with my tongue, bending my knees enough I could grind my aching cock against his. I'd always been in charge and wanted to claim him in every way, but with Zack sharing in the moment, I didn't feel the driving urge to be the caretaker.

Bending toward Zack's dominance came easily, and even though I hardly knew the man and was upset he'd told Landon I loved him, I felt safe in allowing him the lead in our bedroom dynamic.

"On the bed," Zack stated, slapping my ass with a delicious sting I hadn't expected to find arousing.

I climbed onto the mattress, straddling Landon's lap. We continued to feast on each other's mouths, my hands in his hair, his grasping at my back.

Landon pulled up his knees, resting his feet on the edge of the bed, and at his grunt, I wondered?—

"Your hole is so damn hot around my finger." Zack's words rumbled, cluing me in on what went down beneath my own empty ass I'd hoped to have filled.

But my needs could wait. Landon had dreamed of this moment longer than he'd owned my heart.

"Oh." Landon gulped, and I lifted my head to watch his face as Zack worked his hole. He frowned. Swallowed hard while writhing beneath me. Head tipping, he moaned.

"Give him more," I told Zack, memorizing every micro-expression flitting over Landon's face so I would know how to open him for myself when given the opportunity. I wanted him to be mine. My lover. I also longed to spin around and see Zack sink his dick into Landon's ass like he'd been yearning for the past fifteen years.

As always, my desire to give Landon everything directed my actions. I stole a quick kiss and climbed off him, my hand stroking my length smeared by our combined pre-cum as I knelt by his side.

With my body no longer blocking Zack's sight, he stared at Landon as though seeing him for the first time. Wrapped up in past desires rekindled or mere lust in the moment? Either way, Landon seemed lost in Zack's intense gaze as he scissored his fingers, readying Landon's ass to take him.

They were in a world of their own, on the brink of something that had been simmering for far too long. My balls throbbed, desire burning bright to watch Zack own him rather than the jealousy a normal man would have felt at witnessing their undeniable connection.

"Please," Landon begged, his voice hoarse, red flushing his cheeks and chest as he grasped at the sheets.

They were beautiful together, a live-action porn flick playing out right in front of my aching body.

Tugging on my balls kept me off the brink of coming too soon, and I turned my focus on Landon's lithe form, his waxed groin, and already firmed sac. I couldn't stay away, couldn't keep from touching him too. I tweaked his furled nipple, and he squirmed beneath our combined attention.

"Yes, Callum. Oh fuck, that feels good," he whimpered, causing more pre-cum to drip down my length.

"Such a needy boy," Zack murmured, slipping a third finger into his hole with a spine-tingling squelching noise.

"Oh, God." Landon arched his back, whimpering the most decadent sounds from his parted lips.

My cock needed inside his mouth again.

Shuffling forward, I held the base of my dick, guiding it toward his lush lips. "Open up, baby." I whispered what I'd dreamed of calling him, and he rewarded me with another cute-as-fuck whine.

Landon did as told, twisting his torso to better get at my slick length. He tongued at my glans, teasing sucks along my tip, taking me in just far enough my swollen head poked out against his cheek.

"Jesus, you feel so good." I lost myself his lust-blown eyes as Zack moved in closer, sliding his fingers free of Landon's hole.

Landon frowned again, making a noise of disappointment around my dick, and I shifted my focus to my right.

Zack held his sheathed dick by the base and rubbed the tip over Landon's crack. "Ready for me?"

Strings of saliva connected Landon's mouth to my cock as he pulled away to answer. "I've been ready for you for over fifteen years, Zack."

I should have been stark raving mad, raging over the fact Zack would have him first. But my heart had only ever longed for one thing: fulfilling Landon's dreams. And now? I had a front row seat. Getting to see Zack slowly push forward and Landon's body give way to the man he'd always wanted…

Yeah.

Talk about hitting all the good feels in my heart and mind.

My dick jerked, my own hole spasming with the need to be filled up too.

Landon slowly exhaled, and Zack sank in until their groins pressed tightly together. Time paused, our breaths heavy, the scent of sex and sweat thick in the air. My mouth watered as I glanced down at the man I adored more than life who stared at the man he loved.

This was no love triangle.

Something stirred inside my chest, a sense of rightness even though I wasn't physically connected to the two men before me. I settled onto my haunches, idly stroking myself as Zack pulled out until Landon's pucker sucked around his swollen head. Zack groaned, hesitating even though Landon complained.

"Your ass—fuck." Zack shuddered, spreading Landon's thighs wider. "Squeeze around me again. Jesus, yes, just like that. Fuck." He clenched his jaw and slammed in, balls deep as though staking a claim on Landon's body.

"Ung!" Landon arched again, and my entire groin spasmed with need. He grasped at his cock, whimpering.

"Nuh uh," I said, slapping his hand away before I realized I'd moved in on the two of them again. "That's mine."

"That's right, sweetheart." Zack palmed my nape and shoved my face toward Landon's leaking dick. "Sixty-nine with our boy while I wreck his hole."

Our boy.

My heart raced and dick bucked at his unyielding tone, every part of me on board with his command and claim.

"Oh sweet baby Jesus," Landon whispered, and I had to agree with the sentiment. Zackary Briggs, confident escort and lover, knew how to lay down demands, and my body craved to obey in pleasing our boy.

Completely trusting Zack with the reins, I straddled Landon's head and shifted my hips downward just enough so he could swallow my dick into his hot, tight throat.

I hissed, wrapping my hand around the base of Landon's dick and bent over, intent on having him in my mouth.

Zack leaned away to make room for me, shallow thrusts bunching his massive thighs inches from my face.

I sank down over Landon's hard length until my lips met my fist. We were connected. Three in one.

And nothing had ever felt so goddamned good.

Landon wiggled beneath me, those sweet noises vibrating his mouth around my cock and rolling my eyes back into my head.

"You're so fucking hot, Callum." Zack ran his strong hands up along my spine as far as he could reach, grinding his groin against Landon's ass and my forehead. "Fuck, yeah." He slammed into Landon's hole, and I shifted higher to give him room, my fist taking over stroking Landon's cock.

Zack met my stare, his hazel eyes hazed over with lust. Sweat dampened his forehead, his lips parted as he panted while thrusting into Landon in a gorgeous display of rippling muscle.

We moved toward each other as of the same mind, our mouths latching, tongues dueling for dominance.

Landon turned his face from my groin, gasping for breath. "Oh, Jesus—you're destroying me." He cried out with every stab of Zack's dick into his guts, and I swallowed down Zack's grunts.

Arousal hovered thick and heady in the air along with the scent of musk and pre-cum.

My balls firmed as I imagined the tongue stroking over mine shoving into my hole again.

As though reading my thoughts, Landon clasped my ass cheeks, spreading me wide. He licked me from balls to pucker, flicking his tip over my pucker.

"Fuck." I tore my lips from Zack's, glancing down.

I watched his thick cock pushing through and pulling against Landon's ring, the wet sounds of fucking ramping up my need to come.

"Suck me," I gasped, desperate for warmth around my shaft.

Landon gave me what I asked for, and I moaned, falling over him to take him back into my mouth. Pre-cum leaked over my tongue, and I buried him as deep as I could lodge him in my throat.

Grunts ripped from Landon's lungs with every thrust of Zack's hips, and his cockhead swelled inside my mouth. Wet bitterness shot from his slit, and I fought the need to cough, swallowing with every spurt of his release.

Landon pulled away from my dick, gasping and cursing, his entire body shuddering beneath me.

"Your ass is squeezing me like a fist—pulsing around my dick." Zack continued to pound into him, chasing his own release. "Ah, fuck…I'm so close."

I released Landon's spent dick and sat up. "Let me have it," I whispered.

Pink highlighted Zack's cheekbones, making freckles I hadn't seen before stand out in stark relief. Hazel-green eyes peered down at me swirling with so many emotions a desperate noise escaped me. "Want my cum, Callum?"

"Yeah."

"God—" He pulled out quickly, and Landon whimpered, but I stared at the gorgeous dick inches from my face.

Zack made quick work of ridding himself of the condom, and he fisted my hair to tip my head back, his other hand stroking his shaft hard and fast. "You've seen my test results?" he asked, his tone low and breathy.

"Yes—I want it." I stuck out my tongue in invitation.

Wet heat closed over my dick again, and I shut my eyes, lost in the sudden climax ripping through me thanks to Landon's throat swallowing around me. Spunk splattered over my cheek, my nose—finally on my lips. My body convulsed as I emptied into Landon's mouth, and I leaned toward Zack.

He slid his pulsing head over my tongue, clear into my throat, gagging me with his final spurt.

I coughed that time but quickly swallowed, sucking, needing another taste.

A shiver slid over my skin in the wake of Zack's hands rubbing over my shoulders

"Goddamn," he murmured with one last shudder, and I couldn't agree more.