Chapter 3

Nolan

There are very few words I wanna read when I get out of the shower.

Come fuck me.

Can I blow you?

Want a beer?

You hungry?

But there’s a set I never wanna see, especially not on The Kid’s fucking birthday.

Garcia: We have a problem.

No.

I can’t have a problem.

Not today.

Not today of all fucking days.

It was bad enough I wasn’t around for most of the deathaversary of his mom because I was workin’ and tryin’ to figure out how the fuck, we transition our apartment from bachelor roommates to no partners left behind, but I can’t not be here for his actual birthday.

He needs this.

He needs me.

And he’s gonna fucking have me, even if it means the rest of the world has to burn while he does.

Loud moans unexpectedly flood the air convincing me to abandon the phone on the counter, adjust the towel around my waist, and head toward the familiar sound.

And fuck… is that shit delicious.

I swear any morning I wake up with that shit I don’t need coffee.

One of them coming and then thinking about one of them coming is better than any boost of caffeine.

Due to our doorless situation – which will remain that way for the time being – getting a view of the scene is instant.

Seeing Rabbit angled towards the bathroom, sitting on The Kid’s face with his feet flat on the mattress, naked tits lightly bouncing as she rides his tongue and strokes his cock not only has my dick demanding we join in on whatever birthday festivities are in motion, but to take fucking control.

Because they like it.

They fucking crave it.

Me.

And I can’t get enough of it.

Fucking them is going to be the literal death of me.

I’d bet every last penny I’ve got on that.

The darkness in my tone deepens every step of my approach. “ Breakfast in bed, birthday brat? ” Grumbles that sound like agreement are the most I’m given from him; however, the sight of our woman’s jaw lowering further informs me that’s exactly what those vibrations meant. Spotting the dangerous piece of jewelry teasing and taunting and tempting me between airier and airier moans prompts me to run two stiff digits across it the second she’s within reach. “ You need breakfast too, you dirty little slut. ” Shoving them further back causes her entire body to tremble. “ Can’t have our greedy little whore starving. ”

Rabbit’s throat along with her entire frame twists and writhes.

Chokes on my fingers.

Seizes around them until spit is dripping down her chin onto the top of our boyfriend’s cock.

“ You’re making a fuckin’ mess ,” I gravely scold at the same time I abruptly remove my appendages. “ You need Sir to clean that shit up ?” Her dreamy nods lead to both of us dropping our stares to where she’s fisting The Kid’s dick. “ Beg. ”

“ Please , Sir .”

“ You can do fuckin’ better than that. ”

Kipp’s cock twitches from the declaration.

“ Please, Sir ,” she tries a second time, voice huskier than the first.

“ Louder. ”

“ Please, Sir, ” Rabbit purrs prior to jerking his cock a little faster. “ Please clean the mess I made? ”

Precum leaks from his tip to join the spit, convincing me to swipe it away.

Slowly lower my fingers.

Push them past the taut barrier in order to press the slickness against the new territory I’ve only dreamt about touching.

Tasting.

Fucking.

So. Much. Fucking.

One firm nudge is all it takes to receive a body shaking gasp out of The Kid. “ F-f-fucckkk… ”

“What’s that, birthday brat?” Another gentle prodding is executed. “You wanted a candle for that cake?”

Additional choked breaths leaving him simply persuades me to continue.

To grab a fistful of Rabbit’s hair and yank her forward.

“ Spit. ”

There’s no hesitation for the command to be completed.

“ More .”

Bigger globs of slobber cascade along his ass cheeks towards the area I need them most, an action that allows me to smear the dribble back and forth.

Roll it around in circles.

Plunge the tips of my index and middle just a tad deeper.

“ Fuck.Fuck.Fuck ,” escapes past his gritted teeth only to be followed by a sharp slap sound to Rabbit’s back end. “ Be a good girl for me and give Sir the lube. ”

She swiftly reaches around to the other side of his leg before trying to throw her head back on an ecstasy filled moan from having him return to his feasting. Tugging it down to keep her where I want precedes me snarling, “ Spit. ”

And she does.

Like a ragdoll without any capabilities of her own, she completely surrenders her body to both of us.

She bucks backward to feed his ravenous appetite and crazedly twists her arm on frantic searches of the lube and damn near snaps her own neck to keep spitting on my fingers that are barely making enough progress to do anything other than piss me off.

My yanks of her precede spanks from him and those spanks lead to her squeezing.

Jerking.

Wordlessly begging for a moment of reprieve, she’s never going to find with us.

Because it’s not what she really wants.

Nipples hard enough to break windshields and eyes rolling back into her head tell us that even if her sentences never do.

The harder Rabbit rubs, the more Kipp clenches, and the more desperate I become to be balls deep, a groaned announcement I can’t stop myself from making. “ Fuckkkkk, I want this ass. ” Mindlessly, I drive the digits a bit deeper. “ I wanna pound it. ” More maniacal shoving occurs. “ I wanna fucking tear it in two. ” His tight muscles fight back against the intrusion, yet his legs begin to tremble in thrill. “ I wanna fucking key my name into this shit, you filthy little fuck. ” Curling the one finger I managed to successfully work inside is accompanied by me growling, “ Fuck you ‘til you love it. ”

An incoherent collection of grumbles ruthlessly flooding the air barely appears before a harshly barked, “ The fucking lube, baby! ”

“ Such a greedy birthday brat ,” I wolfishly mock in tandem with curling the appendage again. “ You want me to blow my candle in you? ” His entire body practically levitates off the mattress granting Rabbit the access she needs to find the tube. “ Then clean up the frosting with our beautiful cum whore’s face? ”

Feeling the muscles tremble around my finger gives me my answer, but I wanna hear the shit.

I’ve waited what feels like a fucking lifetime to hear those exact words.

“ Tell me you fucking want it ,” my demanding occurs around our woman squeezing the liquid into the area being tormented. “ Tell me you fucking want me. ”

“ Fuck me, Sir, ” The Kid needily whines over a faint buzzing sound somewhere in the background. “ Fuck me like you love me. ”

“ I do love you, ” thoughtlessly leaves my lips at the same time I remove my fingers from both of them to rip off my towel and lower myself onto the bed. “ And you’re gonna fuckin’ remember that shit every time you fuckin’ move today, Kid. ” Now properly positioned between his spread legs, I meet Rabbit’s hooded gaze. “ Be a good little slut and get me ready. ”

Cold, thick liquid being drizzled on my cock effortlessly leads to me letting my head dip backwards while groans of approval rattle my chest.

I absentmindedly rock into the sloppy stroking until Rabbit cups my balls commanding my attention back to hers.

Back to where our boyfriend is giving her ass similar treatment to what he received.

Watching him have her and her have a handful of me is enough on its own to make my nuts throb in agony, but seeing his toned legs tensed tight enough to bend a fucking tire iron while waiting for me to be buried inside him has them aching so hard I literally stop breathing.

“ Keep the birthday brat busy, ” I instruct during the relocating of her hand to his cock. “ I wanna fucking watch him come while he makes both of us come. ”

She eagerly resumes stroking before he can argue.

Or object.

Or do anything other than hiss about the harsh thrust that splits the undertrained muscles apart. “ Fuck! ”

“ Every. ” A second hard hit occurs. “ Time. ” The third. “ You. ” His body struggles to steady itself, forcing me to pin him down by the knees. “ Move. ”

“ IcantIcantIcantIcant ,” seeps from him in rapid succession in spite of the fact his body is actually relaxing from the wider invasion.

Swelling around my shaft in a welcoming nature.

“ It…it… ” The Kid struggles to declare around choppy breaths. “ It…um...it… ”

“ Put something in your fucking mouth ,” callously leaves mine at the same time I gently push Rabbit backwards, “ and fucking take this dick. ”

Her pussy smashing against his face suppresses his verbal opposition leaving only sounds of satisfaction to reverberate around the room.

Digging my fingers ferociously into his knees hard enough to bruise is necessary for the brutal hammering I’m not even remotely reluctant to deliver.

Regardless of the seemingly impossible fit, I force it.

Rip and tear.

Split.

Let the lube do its one fucking job to pave the way for the pounding I’ve envisioned myself doing for years.

For the fucking I now know for a fact no one else ever has.

Savage slaps from my balls add to the lewd sounds of his slurping and her frantic pumping. Matching her beat for beat, stroke for stroke, has his muscles at war with themselves, debating whether or not to submit to the unremitting stretching or to banish it entirely, a decision that’s cemented when the perfect spot is finally touched. At that moment…at the glorious fucking moment when pain melts into pure pleasure The Kid uncontrollably quakes underneath us.

Needily syncs to the thrusting.

Buries his face further into Rabbit’s pussy forcing her screams to become theirs.

My unrestrained bucking has his head banging into the wall and him anchoring both hands onto her hips for leverage as he strives to survive our first fucking. The constant, unforgiving clenching, conquers every inch of my cock that it’s able to reach over and over and over again. Spreads the heat and slickness and euphoria along every stiff ridge. Continuously caresses the damn thing like a new part needing to be baptized in oil before being installed into its dream vehicle.

Gritted teeth grunts from me summon groans out of The Kid.

Leaked groans out of The Kid grab whimpers and whines from Rabbit.

And those whimpers and whines propel me to find that magical spot again.

Hit it harder.

Harsher.

Faster and faster and faster until he breaks his hold on our woman to shout, “ I’m fucking coming! ”

Thick, white ropes shoot past his tip, spraying all over our woman’s dark, delectable tits at the same time his ass milks from me what she has from him. Long, blistering bursts begin in a rapid progression during a rattled, “ Take that fuckin’ load, birthday brat. ”

Squeezing my eyes shut to momentarily get lost in his twitching muscles worshipping mine occurs all on its own.

My ability to give a fuck about getting air into my lungs doesn’t exist.

Cares or concerns regarding what I know is my cell ringing for the twentieth time doesn’t exist.

The only thing that does…the only thing that matters…the only thing worthy of my attention…my devotion…my literal fucks to give are the man whose quivering ass is still gorging on my cum and our woman who is now screaming out his name. “ Kiddddd! ”

Her howling not only redirects my gaze, it has me slipping out of him.

Shoving her face downward.

Holding it there and throatily demanding, “ Lick. ”

I don’t have to see her completing the action to know that’s what’s happening courtesy of our boyfriend crying out for a second time, “ Fuckkkkkkkkkk! ”

“ Shove that shit back in there, you filthy little slut. ” The grin on my face becomes crooked when his back bows off the bed to chase the intoxicating sensation. “ Give the birthday brat a good fucking bath. ”

For several more minutes, I bob her head between his legs, allowing the little piece of wicked metal to tease and torture and torment our boyfriend’s overly sensitive hole, only granting her permission to slow down when he’s damn near sobbing in overstimulation, “ Sirrrrrrrr…please…please… ”

An unmistakable instinct convinces me to command, “ Say it. ”

Regardless of not having declared exactly what it is, he knows.

Because he knows me.

Because I know him.

“ Fuckin’ say it to me. ”

“ I… ” his fit frame begins shuddering harder, “ I… ”

“ Now. ”

“ I love you, Sir. ” The Kid’s eyes fly wide open on what appears to be a faint second orgasm. “ Fuck, I love you. ”

Ripping our woman back up to a sitting position, I make sure to hold her glossy gaze. “ Your turn. ”

To my surprise, her hesitation is completely absent. “ I love you, Sir. ”

“ I love you too, Rabbit ,” leaves me sweetly prior to twisting her face over her shoulder. “ Him. ”

“ I love you, Kid ,” she lovingly pants prompting him to propel himself upward to match her posture.

Cup her wet face.

Brush her lips and adoringly repeat the sentiment, “ I love you too, baby. ”

Their tongues only briefly touch before he’s reaching to remove my touch from her head to his. Our mouths eagerly crash together next, yet our mesh of a mess is slyly infiltrated by a third tongue.

A tongue that we both chase around one another’s, anxious to feel anything possible.

Everything.

Eventually, the three of us wander off the bed, back to the bathroom where they migrate their way into the shower while I simply wash my junk in the sink.

Right as I begin to dry the area, my cell rings again, Garcia’s name unrefutably taking up what feels like the entire screen. Convinced that whatever it is can wait has me answer the call on speaker. “Legal shit is closed on Sundays, Garcia. Whatever it is can wait until fucking tomorrow. It’s The Kid’s birthday, forfuckssake .”

A single beat is all that precedes his bone chilling statement. “ That wasn’t McAdams on the plane. ”