Chapter 31

CHAPTER 31

Jaxon

A FEW WEEKS LATER

I reached up to swipe sweat off my forehead with the back of my gloved hand before reaching forward to tug another weed free from the flower bed beside my patio. A couple of weeks ago, I finally tackled the damn thing after staring at it for weeks and constantly putting it off. Now that it was manageable, I enjoyed spending a couple of mornings each week pulling weeds and grass out of the flower bed. Ash particularly loved it because she chased the grass every time I tossed it aside and attacked it like it had personally offended her.

It made me laugh every single time. She was always such a bright ray of sunshine in my life, and while I’d never had the urge to own any animal, making the decision to keep Ash had been as easy as breathing.

I looked up when the patio door opened. Eros stepped out, barefoot and only in a robe, a mug of coffee in his hands. I glanced at my watch, surprised to see he was already up. Both he and Zep preferred to sleep in until about ten or eleven on the weekends. So, I usually did my weekend weeding and yard work while they were asleep.

Hell, they slept like the dead. Hardly anything woke either of them up. I’d even witnessed Ash get on Zeppelin’s bare chest once and begin to knead with her sharp ass claws, and he hadn’t even budged .

“Hey,” I said, leaning back to rest my ass on my heels as I tugged my gloves off. “Surprised you’re up. It’s only eight.”

He shrugged. “Woke up, noticed you were gone, and missed you.”

Warmth bled into my chest. My lips quirked as I stood to my feet, wincing when my knees popped. Fuck, I was getting old. “Missed me, huh?” I asked, setting my gloves on the patio table and gripping his hips to back him through the open back door and into the house.

“Yeah,” Eros rasped, his hazel eyes darkening. When we reached the couch, he set his coffee cup down on the coffee table before gripping the hem of my shirt and tugging it over my head. I just about swallowed my fucking tongue when he flicked his tongue over my nipple before sucking it into his hot, wet mouth. “You didn’t miss me?” he asked, trailing kisses across my chest to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

“I always miss you,” I rasped, sighing in relief when he palmed my length over my jeans. My cock was hard and so fucking ready for him. But I wanted something different from him this morning—something we hadn’t had yet together. I gripped his wrists when he reached for the button of my jeans, and he instantly stilled, lifting his eyes to look up at me. I swallowed thickly, my fingers spasming around his wrists for a moment before I drew in a deep breath and quietly asked, “Will you top me?”

His eyes darkened, turning more green than gold before he licked a path up my happy trail to my belly button. I moaned, my eyelids growing a little heavy as I watched him. “Fuck yes, I will,” he growled. “Let’s get these off you, baby.”

He pulled my jeans down my thighs while I toed out of my boots. Without prompting, I kneeled on the couch, leaning my upper half over the back of it, my cock already dripping precum from the tip. I’d been picturing this for weeks now, wanting to know what Eros might feel like inside of me. He’d never asked to fuck me, always falling into whatever position would allow me inside of him. But I hadn’t wanted to assume he was strictly a bottom.

I was so fucking glad I hadn’t.

“Fuck, you’re still so wet from Zeppelin fucking you sloppy,” Eros groaned. My cock pulsed, and I moaned low in my throat. He pulled my cheeks apart and then swiped his tongue over me. My head fell forward, a loud moan falling from my lips when he did it again before fucking his tongue inside of me.

“Eros, fuck, babe, please— shit ,” I moaned when he wrapped his fist around my aching cock.

“You’re such a slut when you’re bottoming,” Eros rasped from behind me. There was no use in denying it. I’d been missing out for years . Of course, I was a fucking slut for it now that I had it.

He pushed two fingers inside of me, slick with lube, and my eyelids fluttered shut, my cock jerking in his fist when he hit that spot inside of me that made me see stars. He groaned and sank his teeth into the curve of my ass before removing his fingers. I heard his robe hit the floor a moment before his thick length was pushing inside of me, filling me up.

“ Fuuuuck ,” I whined, my hands gripping the leather of the couch as Eros fucked into me, his hips snapping forward hard enough to make our skin slap together. Zeppelin emerged from the bedroom, looking sleepy but needy, his cock hanging heavy and hard between his legs, the tip almost purple.

“Come here,” I begged, reaching for him. He moved forward without a word, still not awake enough to form words, but he was definitely awake enough to grip my hair and push his cock between my lips and down my throat without a beat of hesitation. I moaned, gripping his hips as he began fucking my face, his eyes moving between where he was fucking my throat to where Eros’s cock disappeared into my body.

Both of them used me roughly, knowing I could take it. All I could do was moan and whine and try to breathe through Zeppelin fucking my throat raw. But God , it was so good. So perfect. So right.

“He takes us so well,” Eros groaned, his blunt nails digging into my skin. Pain skittered down my spine, only making me leak more. “He’s fucking leaking everywhere, Zep. Look at how fucking ruined he is.”

Jesus fuck , who knew Eros had such a dirty goddamn mouth when he was topping?

“Your fucking mouth ,” Zeppelin growled, sounding like he’d been chewing on gravel as he narrowed his eyes at Eros. “Where the fuck has that mouth been for the past eight years?”

Eros smirked at him. “No reason to talk dirty when you’re doing enough of it for the both of us.”

Zeppelin licked his lips, looking down at me. “He is doing fucking well,” he murmured, talking about me like I wasn’t there. And somehow, it was even hotter than them talking to me. “How sloppy is his tight little hole, baby?”

“Fucking drenched,” Eros said through gritted teeth. “You made a mess of him last night. He was still wet this morning.”

Zeppelin moaned and gripped my jaw, his fingers digging into my cheeks as he angled my head back, going even fucking deeper down my throat. My eyes rolled back in my head. “Such a whore. A pretty fucking toy,” he rasped. “I wonder if he can come untouched. Just blow his load all over the couch without either of us stroking his weeping cock. You think he can do that, baby?” He was asking Eros, but his eyes never left mine. My spit was covering my chin and leaking onto his hand, but he didn’t seem to care. In fact, delight lit up his dark eyes when he took in how much of a mess I truly was for him. For both of them.

“Fuck yeah, he can. If he doesn’t, he doesn’t get to cum,” Eros groaned. “And I’m fucking close .”

Zeppelin pulled out and gripped his cock with his other hand, slapping the tip onto my lips before he jerked his fist over himself once, twice, and then covered my face in his cum.

“F-Fu-Fuck-ck,” I choked out, Zeppelin’s cum dripping into my mouth and onto my tongue as my own cock erupted, hitting the couch cushions. I came so hard, I saw fucking stars. Eros moaned my name, his hips stuttering as he spilled into me, his cum joining Zeppelin’s inside of me. I slumped forward, my head resting on the back of the couch, my chest heaving and my heart racing so fast, it hurt.

“Easy. Easy , Jax baby,” Zep soothed, coming around the couch. He wrapped me up in his arms and pulled me back to his chest. Eros settled over me, and they sandwiched me between them as Eros grabbed my shirt from the floor and began to clean Zeppelin’s cum off my face.

“You did so well,” Eros praised, pressing kisses to my now clean face. “So good. You were so perfect for us, Jax.”

I hummed, my eyes shutting, sleep tugging at me. “I need a nap,” I muttered.

“Shower first. Then a nap,” Zeppelin said. “Come on, baby. You’re going to be a sticky mess otherwise, and it’ll make you irritable when you wake up.”

I groaned before allowing Eros to pull me off the couch. He and Zep led me to our bathroom, where they got me into the shower, quickly bathed me since my limbs didn’t want to work properly to do it myself, and then led me to bed naked. I fell face first onto the mattress and promptly passed out, thoroughly sated and fucked out of all my energy.