Chapter 19

He’d been pretendinghe didn’t care about Zander’s absence, but with both Scotty’s and Zander’s bodies pressed to his, with their lips on his, Vince let all that shit go. He had questions for Zander that went beyond the little he’d said, but he didn’t have the wherewithal to do anything but moan around Scotty’s tongue.

Then Zander’s.

Hands roamed his body and he threw his head back, trembling, legs shaking. It’d been way too long since anyone had touched him and he felt every caress, every callous, acutely.

These two men wanted him and Vince wanted them too.

He forced his eyes open, breath leaving him on a gasp as he watched Zander pull his t-shirt over his head. Vince swallowed to wet his parched throat, then slid a palm over Zander’s naked torso. He was fucking ripped, his brown skin riddled with scars and colorful tattoos from throat to hip.

Scotty made a whimpering sound, pure need, and touched Zander too. He bent forward and dipped his head, pressing his lips to Zander’s pecs, hands sliding over his body. Vince took a moment to watch them, to let the sight of them—Zander’s head thrown back and his fingers buried in Scotty’s hair as he held the younger man close—and the thick lust and raw need that perfumed the air sink into his pores, meld into his bones.

His dick was rock hard, pulsing and eager for what came next. But he tried to slow down. Tried to savor it. He went to his knees, unbuckling Zander’s jeans first, pressing kisses to his hip bone. Hands settled on his head, guiding him lower as he stripped Zander’s jeans off.

Got rid of his underwear.

And came face-to-face with the most dangerous cock he’d ever seen. That motherfucker was shaped like a boomerang. Vince’s hole clenched at the sight of it.

He inhaled, tipping his head back to look up at the other two men. Scotty’s eyes were heavy lidded; he looked as if he were high. And Vince understood that feeling all too well. He fisted Zander’s cock, salivating, body humming when Zander bucked into his grip. He leaned forward and pressed his face into Zander’s crotch, inhaling the scent of him, shivering.

It was an out-of-body experience, one that would only get better and better, and he wanted to live in it for as long as possible. Holding on to Zander’s throbbing dick, Vince tackled Scotty’s jeans with his free hand, but after a couple of fumbles, Scotty was there to help him. And soon Vince was face-to-face with two cocks.

Scotty’s was paler, not as thick, but long. Vince moaned when he got a good look at it. And the way Scotty’s thin frame trembled? He just wanted to get both men on the bed and lose himself in them. But first…

He took Scotty in hand and nuzzled him too. They panted for him, the two men in whom he’d somehow found himself invested. Connected to. Their hips bucked as he stroked them and their cocks leaked for him. He swiped his thumb over Zander’s crown, then did the same for Scotty. They quaked, their bodies rippling as they struggled to stay upright.

“Fuck. Vince.”

The way Zander said his name now was different. More guttural. Filled with urgency and pleading. There was power in being on his knees. In looking up at them, meeting their lust-darkened gazes as he stroked them. All of them were centered on him. And all of him was centered on them.

He wanted to make them feel the way he felt, so he bent and licked Scotty’s wet crown.

The younger man cried out, knees buckling. “Oh God!”

Vince licked him again, eyes rolling back in his head when Scotty’s flavor exploded across his taste buds. Goddamn, he tasted good. And Vince needed more, so he parted his lips and took Scotty inside.

“Ugh.” Scotty bucked wildly, his grip on the back of Vince’s neck turning painful. “I can’t—Vince, oh fuck.”

Vince hummed around him. His body ached. Trapped inside the jeans he hadn’t managed to button, his cock begged for mercy. But he ignored it. He could get off on this—the heaviness of Scotty’s dick in his mouth, Zander’s own throwing off the most intense heat and throbbing in Vince’s grip. Vince could get off on just that. He sucked on Scotty, took him to the back of his throat, and Scotty whimpered for him.

Power.

“Fuck.” Zander cursed above him, voice like shattered glass slamming into Vince’s skin at a hundred miles an hour. Cutting him deep. Drawing blood. “Suck that dick.” He thrust in and out of Vince’s grip. With all the precum wetting Vince’s fingers, Zander’s movements made the most obscene sounds as he fucked Vince’s fist slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. “Throat it. Let me see you take him.”

Vince moaned, hips rolling. He liked those words. He wanted more of them.

“Shit, that’s so good. You’re doing so well. Let Scotty bruise your throat, baby. Yesss.”

Oh God.Vince’s painfully hard dick was swimming in precum; Zander talking to him was going to send him over the edge.

Both of Scotty’s hands settled on Vince’s head and Scotty took the lead as if he, too, was spurred on by Zander’s words. He eased deeper into Vince’s mouth with a hiss, then retreated just as slowly.

“That’s it.” Zander eased Vince’s grip from around his dick and dropped to his knees next to him, a hand on the back of his neck, forcing him forward as Scotty slid into his mouth again. To the back of his throat. “Open wider for him.”

Vince grunted as he obliged, eyes watering as Scotty kept going, hitting his tonsils. He dug his fingers into Scotty’s upper thigh, begging for mercy. But the younger man didn’t stop.

And Zander kept talking. Lips at Vince’s ear, licking him. “Good boy. You’re taking him so well.” He sucked on Vince’s earlobe. “I’m proud of you. Scotty’s proud of you too.”

Vince moaned.

“Look at you. You need more? Scotty, give him more, baby.”

Zander at his ear was fucking torture. The sweetest. The hottest. Add in Scotty skull-fucking him?

God, Vince was going to die from the pleasure.

Because Scotty rammed into his mouth, balls slapping against his chin, rattling his skull. Scotty’s hands were shaking where he held Vince’s head, and he was babbling, saying nonsensical shit as he slammed in and out of Vince.

“Fuck yeah. Ride his face, Scotty. Just like that.”

Tears blinded Vince. His jaw ached, snot ran from his nose to his top lip, and saliva dripped down his chin.

The picture he must make. But he didn’t care, because Scotty was taking his pleasure and Zander was giving, too, as he kept talking in that low, hypnotic tone, praising Vince.

“You look so hot, baby. Look at you take him like a fucking pro. You gonna take me like that? You want me down your throat next?”

“Zander, fuck.” Scotty’s movements faltered. “I’m gonna come.”

Shit. Vince was already on the precipice.

Zander touched a palm to Scotty’s contracting stomach, caressing him gently as he said, “So come. Vince is thirsty. And I want to watch him drink.”

Aw shit.Vince came on himself. Just like that, moaning around Scotty’s dick. Spluttering and choking when Scotty spilled on his tongue. Salty and tart and bitter, all of those flavors slid down his throat. He couldn’t breathe and Zander kept the tightest grip on the back of his neck so Vince couldn’t pull away. He could only remain on his knees gagging and choking on Scotty’s cum.

Until there was none left; he’d either swallowed it or it’d spilled down his chin. Scotty finally pulled out, and through the tears blinding him, Vince just made out Scotty dropping to his knees. Zander yanked the younger man close and kissed him, hard and deep. Then he turned to Vince and grabbed him by the throat, kissing him before Vince could catch his breath.

“Goddamn.” Zander licked Vince’s chin, and it took a while for Vince to register what he was doing… He was licking up Scotty’s cum. “The two of you are the hottest motherfuckers I’ve ever seen.”