27. Callum

None of us moved for a pregnant pause, allowing me a moment to gather myself.

Landon once more buried his face in Zack's neck. Pupils blown, stark need reigned Zack's features as he stared up at me. I felt his desperation as vividly as the back of his dick against mine wrapped in slick tightness that threatened to be my undoing.

We owned Landon together in that moment, his muscled body pinned between us.

Soon to be marked by my seed.

I backed out, and Landon groaned the sweetest sound, trying to arch.

The pain had obviously faded.

My shoulders relaxed, and I focused on giving him more pleasure than he'd ever known. "You're doing so well," I praised, tearing my focus off Zack's stare for Landon's hole stretched thin around our combined girth. "My God." I choked again and pushed in on instinct, needing to be buried deep inside him forever.

Zack pulled out partway, and I cursed at the stroke of his length against mine.

"Fuck. So good. So tight," I moaned the words and followed in Zack's footsteps, retreating from my new favorite place as he sank back in.

"Okay, baby?" He checked in with Landon, who whimpered an affirmative.

"More," he whispered, trying to shift his hips between us.

"You're sure?" Zack asked.

"Mmm."

Zack nodded at me, and I gritted my teeth and gave our boy what he wanted. Longer, slower strokes became shorter. Faster.

Landon grunted between us, and Zack wrapped his arms around him, holding him still for our plundering. Curses spilled from all of our lips, but I barely heard them for how harshly my pulse thrummed in my ears. The whooshing of blood dictated my rhythm, and I thrust into heaven with a knuckled grip on Landon's cheeks and my restraint.

I wouldn't let go until Landon did.

"So. Good." He gasped, one hand ripping at the sheet beside Zack's head, the other yanking on the man's hair.

At least Zack had finally closed his eyes, lost in a haze of lust rather than making me drown in desire to gain access to his heart.

"Gonna come for us, Lan?" I rasped, still thrusting with every intent to fill him up with my cum when I wanted to do the same with the man beneath us too.

"Yes—fuck yes."

Zack groaned. "Soak my skin, baby. Shoot that spunk all the fuck over us. Make a mess on me." His words tipped Landon over, and his asshole clenched around us as he cried out.

"Fuck yeah. Just like that." Zack stabbed deep, his dick pulsing against mine.

I cursed and let loose. Shots of my seed flowed through my shaft, painting Landon's insides and the condom covering Zack's dick. I'd rather have him bare and marked as well, but it was still the most satisfying climax of my entire life.

My hips stuttered, and I managed a few short strokes while emptying myself completely, peace flooding my soul.

We panted, and my ears rang.

"Oh. My. God." Landon shuddered hard, and I made shushing noises while soothing every inch of his skin I could reach. He would be overwhelmed in body and spirit, hopefully in a good way, and I wished to prolong his enjoyment for as long as possible.

Zack lay quietly, his lips pressed to Landon's mussed, sweaty hair. Eyes closed, he appeared more relaxed than I'd seen him in our days together. Completely sated. Perhaps even as peaceful as me.

Fingers crossed.

We were all in desperate need of a shower, but I didn't see Landon moving anytime soon, nor did I want to leave him alone while he came back down from our intense fucking.

Zack's cock slipped free first, and I sighed at the loss. Our time as one had come to an end, taking with it the tranquility I'd experienced while being wrapped up with my two lovers.

I backed out slowly, hating to cause Landon discomfort, but the sight of his gaping hole and the ooze of my cum was beautiful, stilling my unrest. Groaning, I spread his hole wide with my thumbs.

"Push it back in," Landon whispered, and I gave him what he demanded, reaching deep inside his sopping hole with two fingers to hopefully ease the ache of his emptiness. "Keep them there for just a little longer?"

I bent down and kissed along his spine, scooting away until I could check to make sure we hadn't torn him. His hole appeared well used, red and puffy, but no damage had been done.

Cum oozed out around my fingers, sliding down his taint, dripping onto Zack's flaccid cock beneath.

Landon shivered, and I kissed both ass cheeks.

"Okay?" I asked, caressing his left globe while studying the back of his head where he still burrowed his face against Zack.

"I'm good," Landon promised with a muffled voice, and I slid my fingers free from his ass.

Zack's hands took up the soothing motion of stroking over his skin from his shoulders to his waist. He kissed Landon's hair again, swallowing hard, a pained expression etched on his face where moments ago he'd seemed at rest. There was no way that man didn't love Landon. Zack clung to him as though he never wanted to let go.

The urge to do the same sank its claws into me, and I had difficulty not wrapping my arms around them both as though I could make Zack stay.

Our eyes met, and I bit my tongue to keep pleading words from spilling past my lips. I wouldn't force, nor would I beg. He had to decide about our shared future without prompting.

"Can I take care of you?" I asked instead, my heart still racing. One step at a time. Perhaps that would be enough to sway him toward what both Landon and I hoped for.

Zack hesitated but nodded, submitting at least a part of himself to me. His wary eyes assured me he wasn't yet willing to allow complete vulnerability.

Releasing a slow, steady exhale of disappointment, I climbed off the bed. After cleaning myself, I wet two towels with warm water and returned to find both men unmoved. At my reappearance, Zack gently rolled a limp Landon off his chest.

Pink flushed Landon's face, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead and cheeks. But his eyes… God, he was beautiful. Exhaustion and pure elation peered at me from his golden brown orbs, the kind of emotion that made men write sonnets and love songs.

Throat tight, I first wiped his belly free of his release then between his legs. Once finished, I moved onto Zack, who'd watched me the entire time, unmoving.

Waiting for me to be fulfilled by the level of submission he allowed himself.

Tears stung my eyes, and I refused to meet his while ridding his now semi of the full condom. I wiped his dick rather than sucking it clean like I'd have preferred, then his taint and balls where excess lube had dripped down.

A wet spot lay between his spread thighs, and I dabbed that up as best I could.

Once finished, I bent down and kissed Zack's belly, my lips lingering, my chest aching. "Thank you," I whispered and turned away before he saw my tears.

I carried the soiled towels back to the bathroom, needing a moment to collect myself. Assurances whispered in my mind that Landon was now mine forever didn't ease the ache over thoughts of Zack not being with us when we returned home. My best friend would never be able to fill part of that emptiness inside me where my soul needed nurturing as much as he did.

Perhaps my longing for Zack would eventually fade, and even though I expected Landon's never would, he might eventually be interested in finding another switch to join us in Zack's place.

Because one thing I knew for sure—Landon would never be entirely satisfied by my dick alone. The man was made for a triad, evident by the stories he wrote, the fantasies cooked up from his own inner desires.

We had a few hours until our time together ended, so we couldn't waste a single minute.

Landon rested against Zack's side when I returned to the bedroom, and I cradled against his backside, understanding the urge that had him clinging to the man he'd loved since childhood.

But even the strongest arms wouldn't hold Zack in place. Too much trauma littered his soul, wounds that no man's touch could heal.

Landon's breaths grew shallow, his body twitching as he slipped into sleep.

Zack and I eyed each other like we'd done that first night Landon slept cocooned between us, but unlike then, there were no whispered words. Nothing rested over us but a heavy silence full of emotion I wasn't sure what do with.

He closed his eyes first, and I wondered if it was out of fear or due to weakening walls.

Having no wish to ruin our final hours together, I allowed him his space and nuzzled against Landon's head, breathing in the sweet scent of his hair. Reminders to stay in the moment whispered through my head, helping to keep me grounded.

Landon woke a short time later, stretching and immediately stilling with a gasp. "Goddamn," he muttered.

"Sore, baby?" Zack asked, his stroking hand along Landon's waist bumping into mine resting on his hip. I considered twining my fingers with his but didn't allow myself that act of intimacy I expected would be too much for him in the moment.

"Yes," Landon hissed then whimpered. "Guess my ass is done for the night." Grimacing, he attempted to move, so I gave him some space in order for him to roll onto his back.

He shot me a smirk regardless of his discomfort, his sleepy eyes so damn full of love, my heartbeat stumbled. "I want to watch Zack fuck you."

My pulse rushed, and regardless of how that would only cause a deeper connection between Zack and I, I couldn't deny Landon.

I glanced at Zack, ready and willing to fall harder even though he would hold me emotionally at arm's length.

Heat kindled in his eyes but not anything more than the fulfillment of lust. "On your knees."

Not face-to-face. No deep connection outside the physical allowed this time around.

Got it.

Throat tight, I did as told, arching my back, chest on the mattress, ass on display. I would soak in what I could even though it wasn't what I'd have preferred to be my last memory of penetration for who knew how long.

Zack put on a show for Landon, lubing up my hole for his dick with a slow progression of fingers. He kept his tongue out of the mix, and I wondered if that too was another way he avoided the intimacy he seemed closed off to.

Still, the feel of his fingers in me, his hands worshiping my body, lit a fire inside me. Made my balls ache for release and my cock drip with need.

Landon panted beside us, and I gave him my full focus, watching how his lips parted on quick exhales, his amber eyes almost fully eaten by swollen pupils as he stared at Zack opening me up.

I bit my inner lip when Zack's cockhead pushed against my pucker, soaking in Landon's whimper instead of moaning my own enjoyment of being breached. Every gyration of Zack's hips burrowed him into my soul. Etched his name where no one else had ever managed to caress.

I barely knew the man, but he'd attached himself to the innermost parts of my body's cells alongside Landon's.

Although Zack played out a fantasy come to life for Landon, I appreciated the lack of cringe words and cliche sayings, as though performing porn rather than actually enjoying the moment. Perhaps I read into the act as more than it was, but I couldn't help my wishful thinking.

"Please," I whispered, nearing my end, wanting to be put from my misery of not knowing and overthinking.

Zack leaned over me, his hot, hard chest pressing into my back. He reached beneath me to stroke my cock.

I grunted, eyes clenched shut as he smeared pre-cum to my firmed balls.

"Come for me, sweetheart," Zack murmured.

Something inside me broke open like a dam, cracking my heart. A sob ripped from my chest as I gifted him what he'd asked for, and euphoria swept me up in bittersweet rapture.

Zack's cock bucked inside me as he found his release, his deep groan against my ear pebbling my skin and sending shivers clear to my toes.

I focused on Landon's soft curse, then his gasped cry I'd recognized as his finding satisfaction.

He'd orgasmed because of my submission, and although more hurt than elation settled into my soul as we finished, I couldn't regret what we'd done.