15. Zack

Callum broke the connection between the three of us. With a groan, he rolled and collapsed onto his back, chest heaving, cheeks a gorgeous shade of pink. My cum striped across his lower face, and he flicked out his tongue as though searching for another little taste.

I'd thought Landon had been done in by how hard I'd plowed into him, intent on ruining him exactly as I'd lusted for. He should have passed the fuck out, but he scrambled atop Callum, going straight for my spunk on his chin. Slurping sounds sent shivers over my heated skin, and I released a long exhale, sinking my knees forward to rest against the bed's edge to hold me upright.

Maybe I'd been the one wrecked by Landon's magical, tight hole and the need in his eyes when I'd finally sunk into his body after years of denied wanting. We'd connected on a soul-level in that moment I would never regret even though the intimacy threatened my shields that protected me from being hurt by him again.

Then came Callum. His passion-hazed eyes while begging for my cum on his tongue, the way his mouth had slotted perfectly against mine. How he'd somehow deeply embedded himself alongside that ache in my chest for what I refused to allow myself no matter how badly I desired it.

I rubbed over my sweaty chest as Landon cleaned up Callum's face with little hums of happiness, pink tongue lapping, mouth sucking him clean of my spunk.

"Next time," Landon breathed against Callum's lips, "I want this inside me—and yours. Need you both leaking out of my hole."

I huffed a laugh, loving his insatiable hunger for my spunk. "Little cum slut," I teased.

Landon stilled as though my words had slapped him upside the head.

Callum wrapped his arms around Landon, pulling him down atop him. He made shushing noises, hands soothing his back until Landon melted over his chest and buried his face in Callum's neck.

"Shit," I muttered, slumping even further onto the mattress. "Trigger of some sort?"

"Something like that," Callum murmured an answer for Landon but didn't offer a reason why.

"Fuck. Sorry" I pursed my lips, all sense of ease whisked away from pulling him down seconds after a killer orgasm. All that hurt I'd dreamed of inflicting on Landon over the years? Felt pretty damn shitty when I'd expected elation. My stomach twisted with a complete lack of glee over Landon's apparent distress.

Walls had definitely crumbled between us, and I wasn't sure how to feel about it. Ants of unease skittered over my skin, making me want to flee, but I stood rooted, unable to walk away even though Callum was the one soothing him.

Nose hidden against Callum's skin, Landon held out his hand toward me as though sensing my apprehension. Another truce?

Pleasing the client meant doing whatever the fuck Landon asked for according to Callum—but I yearned to comfort him too—and cuddle against them both. The second I moved forward, all anxiety melted.

Callum shifted to the side once I was on the bed so Landon settled between us.

Normally, I would suggest a shower with clients before round two, but I felt a desperation I couldn't name or deny. Something inside me reached for them both, a yearning to delve deeper into the connection we'd shared moments earlier before I'd screwed it up with what I'd thought would be a joke. I wanted more of that closeness I'd experienced while we'd fucked, which meant saving my questions about Landon's triggers for later.

I'd had my fair share of threesomes thanks to Elite, and I'd even enjoyed the hell out of a five-guy orgy a couple of years earlier, but nothing had given me any sense of fulfillment outside getting my rocks off.

This?

Closing my eyes, I snuggled in against Landon's back when I should have been running in the opposite direction, his cute ass a perfect home for my spent dick. My arm slid over his side to Callum's hip, and I squeezed them tight, imagining I could keep them both right there.

What we'd done was definitely something…different. More.

And unfortunately for my wary self-preservation, I'd liked it. A lot.

I rubbed my face against Landon's hair, breathing in sweetness, a slight fruity remnant rather than cloying sugar. Weaseling my leg between his, I slid my foot along Callum's shin.

"I gotta be dreaming," Landon murmured, his tone light as though he smiled, my joke's effects seemingly faded from his mind, thank fuck.

Callum kissed his nose. "That's what I'm thinking."

I could imagine he did with how the man loved Landon, but he reached over the body between us, palming my ass cheek. He squeezed and kneaded me while resting his forehead against Landon's.

Attempting to shift closer, to burrow clear through Landon and straight into Callum didn't exactly work, but life stirred south as Landon rubbed his backside against my groin.

"Didn't get enough?" I asked, scooting down so I could latch onto his neck.

He shuddered as I sucked, pulling blood to the surface.

"Oh, fuck—God, no. Never enough. Want more."

Definitely a cum slut. I just couldn't joke about it, no matter how much I wanted to take him bare and fill him up.

"Mmm." I licked over the bruise I'd made before shifting a little to the right and biting into his trap.

He gasped and arched, his lush ass the perfect crack to rub my thickening dick against.

"Jesus, Landon." My pulse picked up pace as I ground against him, my mouth searching his out with urgency I didn't understand or trust.

He reached back and grabbed my hair, turning his head toward mine.

Our tongues fucked between our lips in languid torture, a delicious tango accompanied by Callum's quickening breaths that heightened my need for them both.

Callum released my ass cheek and grabbed Landon's, spreading him open for me.

"Shit." I grabbed my base to keep from blowing my load at the sight of his gorgeous pink pucker.

Condom.

I rolled one on quick as fuck before rutting through his crack. A bit of lube remained around his hole, but it was too sticky for me to just slide into his ass. "You're not too sore to take me again?"

"No. Fill me up while Callum holds me and kisses me senseless."

Shifting my focus, I found Callum watching the two of us with nothing but lust rekindled in his eyes.

"Lube?" I asked, and he patted around the bed behind him until he came up with the bottle.

"Want to do the honors?" I asked, and Callum's gaze darkened with animalistic heat. That was a part of him we definitely needed to explore in the very near future.

He coated his fingers without a word, and I shifted to give him space between Landon's ass and my sheathed cock.

Their eyes met and held as Callum swiped his wet fingertips over Landon's pucker.

"Okay?" he asked with gentleness when I'd expected him to take after pining for eight years.

"Mmm." Landon hummed and nodded, his lower lip between his teeth.

Callum pressed in, and Landon moaned, leaning into him.

Their mouths crashed together, causing my dick to buck.

Jesus, these two men. They were fucking addictive, potent enough a guy might rearrange his life on a whim just to be with them outside paradise?—

No.

I shook the thought clear from my head, reached over Callum, and grabbed the bottle he'd discarded, quickly coating my rigid length.

This was all about fucking and getting my fill of Landon.

Nothing more.

Two of Callum's fingers slid deep into Landon's slack hole, and I rubbed the head of my dick over his knuckles, focused on one thing.

"Let me in," I murmured, poking enough Landon gasped—but he bore down, and the head of my dick popped inside him along with Callum's fingers.

"Oh, fuck—Oh, God that's a lot."

"Too much?" Callum whispered over Landon's parted lips.

"N-No. S-Stay. Want you in me too."

I hissed at the thought of both of us inside Landon's body, our cocks slick and hot, rubbing against each other's. That was an image worth drooling over and a must in the coming days.

One hand trapped between Landon's hip and the mattress, the other on Callum's ass cheek, I gyrated my hips in a gentle roll, wishing I had two dicks so I could fuck them both at the same time.

The sounds of their kisses roused my climax before it normally would on a second go-round, and I groaned in frustration.

Not long enough…never enough, just like Landon had claimed.

Callum slid his fingers from Landon's ass and grabbed hold of my hair, yanking my head up from where I'd buried my face against Landon. I didn't care that those fingers had been shoved deep into a hole slick with lube when he shifted forward, his blue-green eyes overrun with lust, his mouth intent on mine.

Our lips crashed together, Landon's whimper spurring us on.

"I'm gonna nut already. Oh, fuck." He moaned, trying to shove his ass harder against my dick.

I took the hint and upped the pace, thrusting in time with how I fucked my tongue into Callum's mouth. Our breaths became pants, sweat once more beading on my back and brow.

"Make him come," Callum whispered against my mouth, and as though he pulled the strings on my body's responses, I convulsed, cum shooting up my shaft instead.

"Oh fuck yeah." Landon moaned, his ass clenching around me, my climax triggering his own.

"Jesus," I huffed on an exhale, burying deep, wishing I could mark him with every last drop I had left in my balls.

Landon shuddered, and we came down from our high. I wrapped both of arms around him, squeezing him to me, instinctively keeping him close.

"Callum," he whispered, and I peered over his shoulder.

Landon's best friend stroked his still hard dick in steady rhythm, his gaze flitting between the two of us. "You're beautiful together."

Fuck that.

The three of us were goddamn hot as fuck.

I climbed over Landon, my lower half still atop him and went straight for Callum's cock.

He released himself to my mouth's ownership, and I took him to the root, groaning over the delicious saltiness of his pre-cum.

"Mmm," Landon hummed as though he could taste Callum too, his hands rubbing over my ass cheeks. "So sexy."

Callum panted, his fingers once more going for my hair.

"Fuck my throat, Callum," I rasped, gathering some saliva to rub over his hole. "I can take it." I swallowed him down, and with a curse, Callum thrust.

Yeah, just like that.

I toyed with his pucker, dipping in just a little—and Callum came with a shout.

I was going to need in that tight ass before our time in paradise ended.