26. Landon

Callum decided he'd had enough time for his breakfast to settle, and I hopped up to join him, the sweetest most delicious anxiety fluttering in my belly.

I glanced down at Zack, who simply smirked up at us, and I huffed, hands on my hips.

He shaded his eyes while peering up at me. "Someone's needy," he said with a chuckle.

"Always," I hissed, keeping my voice low since other beach loungers enjoyed the atmosphere as well.

"I'm kind of comfy out here. Think I might take a nap."

I growled—literally rumbled my chest in displeasure even though I felt sure Zack teased.

He snickered. Damn him and that yummy curl of his lips leaking the beautiful sound of his happiness.

I glanced around, thankful that those in close proximity didn't pay us any mind enough to note the semi-tent in my swim trunks.

Zack stood as though sensing my unease. "Sorry," he murmured, all trace of joking gone from his tone. "I love riling you up, but this isn't really the place for that."

Nodding, I glanced at Callum, who watched Zack closely. Whether he didn't trust the man with my past and how it affected me whenever in public, I wasn't sure. Callum loved me, would protect me no matter what, even if it meant denying us the man we both lusted after.

Feeling selfish as fuck, I wasn't going to allow anyone to deny me anything.

I grabbed hold of both of their hands and started toward the hotel, hellbent on getting what I wanted while I could. If I had my way, Zack would fly into Rhode Island rather than Boston. He would never leave us, sell off his condo, and have a moving company pack up his stuff and ship it to my house.

He belonged with us, and I wasn't sure how to make him see that fact.

We'd made peace between us on that private beach, but I was determined for him to recognize on his own that we belonged together.

Hopefully, spending the rest of the day in bed together would open his eyes to everything that we could be, the three of us having our own happy ending. And to start things off, I was going to have my number one fantasy fulfilled, exactly as I'd requested not long after sprawling on the warm sand.

My ass ached to be filled by both of them. Zack refused to fuck without a condom regardless of proof we were all negative, so Callum's cum would have to be enough to sate my desire to leak evidence of my being loved.

Perhaps it was Zack's stubbornness to keep a final barrier between us since the others had seemed to weaken with each passing day, but I would honor his boundary. It would be for the best since technically we were still nothing more than client and client's lover to him.

I admired how he cared for himself, protected his health, but that didn't lessen my disappointment.

Callum had told me Zack wouldn't bottom for him and the reasons he'd expected held Zack back from the intimacy of being penetrated. The best I could do? Demand Zack lay on our bed where he would have to let Callum control our dynamic.

Zack stroked his thick cock, his hazel eyes hazed over with the lust I'd felt coming off him in waves throughout the morning. He wanted us as badly as I did two dicks stretching my hole. "Come up here, baby."

I clambered atop him, but he spun me around in a sixty-nine position, hands on my ass cheeks.

"Gotta get you ready for us." He dove in without further ado, and I cursed as he shoved his stiff tongue right past my ring.

"Oh fuck." I hung my head, already panting, and we'd only just begun.

Callum moved around the room—bedside table drawer opened. Something hit the mattress beside where I planked over Zack.

"Give me your dick to suck on," I begged, dragging my eyes open to find my best friend watching Zack eat my ass, his cock in hand.

Callum crawled over Zack's legs, straddling his knees, offering me his dripping slit.

"Sit. Scoot closer," I demanded, dropping down atop Zack's body. "Want to suck you both at the same time."

Zack squeezed my cheeks, likely bruising my skin.

Good. A visual reminder of the best day of my life.

I held the base of their dicks together the best I could, and Callum sank his fingers into my hair. "Fuck yeah," I whispered and went to town lapping at their slits, suckling their swollen cockheads, and stuffing my mouth full like my loosening hole soon would be.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Landon." Zack groaned. He pushed a finger into my ass but immediately gave me two with how relaxed I was. "You're so hot inside, baby. Silky soft. A perfect sleeve for our dicks to fuck."

A shiver slid down my spine, and I whimpered around my mouthful of cock.

We couldn't hurry stretching me out to accommodate the both of them, but fuck me, I wanted to get to the good stuff.

Zack worked in a third finger alongside his lapping tongue but demanded the lube for the fourth. He wet me up good, shoving enough slickness past my pucker to take a fist if I wanted.

Pre-cum leaked from my cock like a faucet, smearing over his neck and upper chest, and I had to focus on my next novel's outline so I didn't blow before having them inside me.

"Think you're ready, baby?" Zack asked, and I couldn't even find my voice through the haze of lust attempting to control my body and brain.

I nodded, and as quickly as he'd spun me earlier, he did so again, trapping our hard dicks together. "Oh…" I ground against him, head thrown back, swallowing hard.

"Easy," he crooned, holding my hips still. "Callum, use your dick to open him up some more."

"Please—yes. That."

Callum, all-wise and privy to my thoughts, pulled me toward him, sliding my groin down past Zack's balls.

I whimpered.

"Hush, Lan. Trust me."

My head dropped to Zack's sternum as the blunt head of Callum's bare dick slid up through my crack. "Empty," I moaned, rocking my head side to side against hot skin and muscle. "Need you."

He sank into me, one torturously slow inch at a time, his harsh grip on my hips keeping me from slamming back until our balls kissed.

"Callum!" I whined, making Zack chuckle. "Shut up, asshole." I shoved up to plank on my hands and glared at him. Why did he have to be so damn gorgeous, his half-mast eyelids promising he wanted to fuck as badly as I needed him in me? "Sheath that dick up and get ready for me."

Heat blazed in his gaze, and I held his stare as Callum began to rock in and out of me, the lack of a condom covering his shaft making me shiver again. It'd been years since I'd gone bare, and I'd paid the price, but Callum would never put me at risk if he wasn't absolutely sure.

Lube dripped off my sac, the squelching noises music to my ears.

"Hurry, Zack. Please," I begged, my voice breaking. "Need you too."

He rolled on a condom and stroked lube over himself.

The second Callum's grip loosened enough I could pull away, I yanked off his dick, ignoring the sudden emptiness that made me want to cry. I scooted forward, whimpering the whole damn time, and slammed down onto Zack's cock.

"Yes," I hissed, eyes closing over the perfection of being filled again. A few gyrations of my hips, and I sprawled over him, holding his face in my hands. "Stuff me full, Callum."

Zack wound his arms around my back, strong hands soothing up and down my spine as Callum worked one then two fingers in alongside Zack's dick. "Okay?" Zack asked, still holding my gaze.

"Mmm hmm," I agreed, easily taking what Callum offered.

"He's good, Callum—give our boy what he's desperate for."

Our boy.

I closed my eyes to keep tears from falling and shoved my face into Zack's neck so he wouldn't see how his words affected me.

A blunt head pushed against my already stretched ass.

"Bear down, Lan."

I did as Callum ordered, and his swollen cockhead slipped inside me.

"Oh, Jesus." I gasped and fought off the instinct to clench.

"Breathe, baby," Zack murmured, his chest rumbling against mine.

I inhaled, held it a second, and released it slowly as Callum pushed forward.

"Fucking hell." Zack let out a few more curses matching the ones screaming in my mind.

The stretch went beyond pain, a thought-stealing sting that once more caught my breath. My erection long gone, I simply melted atop Zack, waiting for the discomfort to give way to pleasure.

"Come here." Zack grasped my head and lifted me from where I hid. He peppered my face with kisses in attempts to erase the deep furrow in my brow, eventually finding my parted lips. His tongue delved in, stroking along mine, enticing me to partake.

I sank into his kiss, and eventually, the morph began until I realized my cock had thickened again, and I was ready. "I'm good, Cal. Give me the rest."

He pulled my cheeks apart, his thumbs gently caressing along my aching hole. "Please tell me if it's too much."

"I will." I whispered what I had no intention of doing. I was taking them both to the root. Hard. Stop.

Bearing down, I exhaled, forcing the rest of my body to relax against Zack's sweaty skin. I focused on the heat simmering between us, the heavy thump of his heart against mine as Callum slowly pushed into my aching hole.

Zack cursed under his breath, trembling beneath me.

Callum groaned, coming to a rest against my ass before I'd expected. I hadn't realized he'd already buried half his length inside me. "Lan…" He choked on my name, shaking hands running up the muscles along my spine.

They were both balls deep inside me.

Right where they belonged.