Chapter 20

It feltas if his heart was trying to jump out of his chest. Zander had never felt so hot in his life. His dick had never been this hard.

He’d be worried if he wasn’t already lost to the thick lust that saturated the air. He had Scotty’s cum on his taste buds and he wanted Vince’s there too. Wanted a mix of the two of them because those two men… They knocked him off his feet. He couldn’t walk straight. Could barely form the words to tell them how much he wanted them.

He stood at the side of the bed, naked, stroking himself, just watching Vince and Scotty writhe on the bed, which was where they’d ended up after Vince had damn near sucked Scotty’s soul out through his dick.

The two men had stripped out of their clothes, too, and were panting into each other’s mouths, hands roaming over all that naked skin on display.

How did Zander end up so lucky?

He didn’t know, but fuck it, he was grateful for whoever decided he deserved this. Inside this room, with sex in the air, he had no worries. No cares except how he could be in two places at once. Because he wanted in on the action happening on the bed but he also wanted to stand to the side with his cock in his hand and watch.

As if they heard his thoughts, the two men broke their kiss and turned their gazes to him. Scotty’s pale skin was now flushed red and Vince’s eyes were heavy lidded, lips wet.

“Come to bed.” Vince’s voice sounded as if Scotty had done his job and bruised the fuck out of his throat and goddamn… Zander’s cock jerked at the thought.

“Zander.” Scotty held out a hand. “Come.”

This wasn’t an invite Zander had expected when Scotty first turned that gun on him or when he’d recognized just who’d ended up taking Scotty’s bullet instead. But there was no place else he wanted to be.

So he got into the bed and they moved apart, fluidly, in sync, making space for him in the middle. Then they converged on him and Zander let go. He didn’t know whose tongue he was sucking on at any given moment, whose ass he squeezed, or whose hand trailed down his chest to cup his erection. It didn’t matter. At that moment, they were his.

Those two men were his and he would enjoy them. He would take what they offered with no restraint. He owed himself that. They all three deserved that.

Lips closed around his dick and his eyes flew open. “Fuck!” The curse burst out of him and he glanced down. Scotty was between his thighs, eyes closed, lips stretched around Zander’s girth. “Goddamn, baby.” Zander fisted the younger man’s hair, yanking. Scotty moaned and the sound zinged up Zander’s length.

Fuck.He was on the verge of coming and they’d hardly done anything. Vince grabbed Zander’s jaw, turning his head and taking his mouth, tongue sliding in and twisting around Zander’s, swallowing his groan when Scotty deep-throated him.

Oh yeah.

His thighs trembled under the onslaught of pleasure and Vince kept kissing him, sucking on his bottom lip and then biting. Not a gentle nip either, but a goddamn bite that tightened Zander’s balls and had his hips bucking.

Scotty choked around him, easing back, and Zander tore his mouth from Vince, tightening his grip on Scotty’s hair. “Nah, baby,” he growled at Scotty. “Don’t run from it. Keep that fucking throat right there. Let me stroke it for you while you choke on it for me.”

Vince’s ragged whimper hit Zander low in the gut.

He circled his hips, then pressed up into Scotty’s mouth, sinking deep. Scotty’s lashes fluttered and his eyes filled with tears. Fuck, how could that sight get Zander even harder?

“Do it. Cry for me.” He thrust in and out. In again and then he paused…holding himself as far down Scotty’s throat as he could go. “Pretty motherfucker, gon’ head and shed tears for this dick.”

Vince kept whimpering, and the back of Scotty’s throat felt as if it were collapsing around Zander’s cock. The pleasure was…insane.

Shit. Releasing Scotty’s hair, Zander grabbed Vince and told him, “I want that ass in my face while the both of you suck me off.”

Looking sex-drunk, Vince did as ordered, straddling Zander’s chest, ass in his face, lengthening his spine until he was breathing against Zander’s pubes.

“The two of you, go ahead and put in work on that dick.” He licked his lips and hauled Vince’s ass closer with a hand on each ass cheek. Cheeks he spread apart. Then he stuck his tongue out and dragged it down Vince’s taint.

Vince bucked, crying out. Zander circled his hips, lifting his ass off the bed. Two pairs of lips on him and an ass in his face, Vince’s taste already on his tongue, his balls and wet dick knocking against Zander’s chin.

Was this what heaven felt like?

Because he didn’t think anything could be better.

But then someone’s finger found his hole and circled it and pushed in…“Unghh.” He forgot he was supposed to be getting smothered under Vince’s firm ass and widened his legs, granting permission for whoever was finger-fucking him to take it all.

Whatever either of those men wanted, he would give, if they kept feeding his ass those digits.

He stabbed the tip of his stiffened tongue into Vince’s ass and the muscles clenched around him. One of them sucked his cock head while the other dragged their tongue up and down Zander’s length. Zander’s toes curled, and his muscles tightened. He was?—

“Mmm, fuck!” The orgasm ripped from him before he’d even had the chance to acknowledge its presence, stars bursting behind his eyelids. He pistoned his hips off the bed, thrusting into whoever was sucking him and swallowing his cum, as he rode the heated wave, ass clenching around the finger inside him.

Saliva rolled down the length of his shaft and dripped onto his balls, into his hole, and those fingers—two now—dipped farther into him, stretching, burning. He dug his teeth into Vince’s left ass cheek and Vince bucked on top of him, crying out his name, mouth lifting off Zander.

The fingers inside Zander retreated. Hell nah.

“Put those fingers back,” Zander rasped while he still had all his faculties. “Get me loose because both your dicks need to fit inside me.” He stared down at the two men who looked as if they’d stopped breathing at his words. “At the same time.”

Scotty sat backon his haunches, wiping his face with the back of his hand. The tang of Zander’s cum sat on his taste buds, making them pop, and his mouth watered for more.

This was the first time he felt wanted. The first time he felt he was having sex for the right reasons. Most of his encounters had been transactional in some way. But Zander and Vince weren’t like that. They saw him, all of him. And they wanted him. That knowledge, more than anything else, kept his dick hard and aching.

Rising into a crouch, he knee-walked up to where Zander lay, expression soft yet edged with arousal. Zander held his arms wide, encouraging Scotty and Vince to go to him, and they did, Scotty sinking into Zander’s right side while Vince took the left.

Zander’s large hand settled on Scotty’s naked ass, kneading, and Vince’s leg slid along Scotty’s. This was the weirdest, most thrilling thing he’d ever been a part of. And he loved it. Loved it even more when Zander grabbed his jaw and kissed him, tongue stabbing into his mouth as if Zander was desperate for him, desperate to taste him. Then Vince was there, joining in, making their kiss a three-way thing. Scotty had fucked multiple people at one time before, but he’d been high out of his mind most of the time and barely remembered any of it.

But this? This he would remember for the rest of his life. He already knew that.

A hand settled around his dripping dick, squeezing, tugging. He gasped, eyes sliding closed, hips jerking forward. Fucking that fist.

Zander’s. He didn’t have to open his eyes to know it was Zander touching him. He found himself flat on his back with someone’s lips on his neck, and he inhaled Vince’s musk. He lifted his lashes to find Zander crouched over him and Vince at his side, the two of them focused on him, their gazes hungry, touches desperate. He’d never been the focus of someone else’s pleasure like this. And the fact that it was two of them?

It bordered on too much, but he didn’t care. He wanted all of it. All of them.

Vince kissed him and Scotty slid a hand up the marshal’s shoulder, gripping his nape, moaning into his mouth while Zander stroked him until Scotty’s cock was wet and weeping, his hips coming off the bed. Vince broke the kiss to nip at Scotty’s jaw, to drag his tongue across Scotty’s clavicle and down his chest. Pinching his nipples. Teeth and tongue and wicked fingers. They unraveled Scotty’s equilibrium.

Something soft and wet surrounded the tip of his cock head and he cried out, gaze darting down to Zander, who had Scotty’s dick in his mouth, eyes closed. He looked so dangerous there, between Scotty’s knees. Especially when his eyes opened and their gazes clashed.

Zander winked at him, then his fingers were at Scotty’s hole, teasing, pushing in. Scotty lifted his legs to the ceiling and threw his head back, undulating, begging. Vince stroked his chest and his abs, murmuring words that Scotty’s beating heart and racing pulse muted. He was focused on the pleasure Zander gave so unselfishly with his mouth, his hands. Every touch so reverent, every swipe of his tongue so deliciously needy.

It hurt in the best ways. He didn’t know pain could be so pleasurable. Didn’t think there was anything to enjoy about hurting, but Zander and Vince were showing him differently. His eyes watered at the thought just as Zander breached him with two fingers.

His body arched off the bed, mouth opening in a silent scream. He found himself moving, seeking out that burn, that pleasure, that rush. Pushing his ass back to take the fingers deeper, rolling his hips. And all the while Vince soothed him as Zander took him apart, piece by piece. He struggled to breathe because all he wanted to do was forget everything else in favor of the raw pleasure that streaked through him with every thrust of Zander’s thick fingers into his tight hole. It’d been forever since he’d been penetrated and he felt every inch of Zander’s fingers. They hit all of Scotty’s spots, sending sparks flying behind his closed eyelids.

When had he closed his eyes?

The bed shifted and something cool and slippery dripped down his cock. Scotty’s eyes flew open. Vince had squirted lube onto his dick and was now stroking him, getting him all slick. Where did they find lube? He didn’t even know they had that in the room.

Questions soon took a back seat as Zander straddled him, hands coming up to frame his face. He peered into Scotty’s eyes and then dipped his head, pressing kisses to Scotty’s forehead, his eyes, nose, and finally his lips. Scotty opened for him, allowing Zander to sweep inside and suck on his tongue. And Scotty held him tight, both arms locked around Zander’s naked body while the other man rocked on him; his ass settled over Scotty’s cock, grinding on him.

He shuddered and moaned. It was like a fever dream, the way Zander moved on him, making his dick beg and weep to feel him. To sink inside him. Zander released a loud groan and Scotty broke their kiss, glancing down to see that Vince had his fingers inside Zander, slicking him up, prepping him for Scotty’s cock.

He barely had time to wrap his mind around that before Zander was inching backward, the cleft of his ass sliding up and down Scotty’s shaft. Vince’s grip circled Scotty, holding him still so Zander could seat himself on him.

Christ!

He gritted his teeth as Zander sank down on him. The tightest muscles wrapped around him, hot and rippling.

“Ah fuck!” Zander’s breath was a blast to the face as he panted. “Fuck, baby. Yes. Gimme that dick. Give it to me.”

But Scotty couldn’t move. He’d been rendered motionless, breath snatched from his lungs, at the first clasp of Zander’s tightness. It was death by suffocation and he just kept dying over and over as Zander took him inch by inch.

“Fuck. Shit. Fill me up.” How was Zander able to talk? Scotty could barely make out words; they sounded as if they were coming from a long corridor, spoken in front of a wind machine. “That cock so good. Goddamn.”

“Urghh…” What the fuck was Scotty trying to say? He didn’t even know because Zander’s hole had swallowed all of him, his ass sitting atop Scotty’s thighs, and he just… His senses were on overload. Zander was soft and tight and hot and his muscles clamped down on Scotty as if they were actively working to lobotomize him.

A finger touched him where they were joined. He sucked in a breath, eyes wide. Vince was back there, more lube, another finger pushing into Zander alongside Scotty’s dick. He remembered then Zander’s statement about Vince and Scotty fucking him.

At the same time.

God, Scotty almost came at the thought and he bit his lip, grabbing Zander’s ass cheeks and pulling them apart.

Zander made a pleased sound. “Yesss,” he hissed, lowering his head to kiss Scotty. “Go ahead and fuck my hole, baby. You want it?” He rolled his hips. “It’s yours.”

Why? Why was he talking? Scotty was going to come too quickly if Zander kept it up, but those words were so filthy. He loved them. Loved how they kept his dick rock hard. He buried his face in Zander’s neck and rolled his hips, ass coming off the bed as he thrust into Zander, his movements eased by all the lube Vince kept adding.

Zander rocked back on him, riding him. “That’s it. Let me ride you, baby. That dick so good. Unngh.”

It took so much effort to hold back, to not come the way his balls were begging him to, but Scotty managed it. Managed to thrust up into Zander, taking in the other man above him with slitted eyes as Zander’s head fell back. Vince removed his fingers and then straightened on his knees behind Zander, a hand at Zander’s throat, holding him in place. Then Vince’s cock joined them, squeezing in, pushing in beside Scotty’s.

It was torture.

It was madness.

Scotty felt every inch of Vince’s shaft as he forced his way in and he threw his head back, crying out, his hoarse voice drowning out Zander’s grunt. He didn’t know how they managed it, how Zander was able to take the two of them, but eventually, they were both inside him as Zander was panting, riding them with Vince’s grasp on his throat and Scotty’s death grip on his hips.

“Fuck me,” Zander bit out. “God. You feel…” Up on his knees, he sank back onto Vince’s chest and Scotty lifted his upper half off the bed. “You both—” He struggled to speak, every word punctuated by a grunt, a moan, a shuddering sigh. “So deep.”

Watching him move through heavy-lidded eyes as his muscles burned, Scotty couldn’t hold out. Not anymore. “I can’t,” he gasped out. The slide of Vince’s dick against his, the clasp of Zander’s hole. It was too much. “I’m coming.” His toes curled, body straining.

“No,” Zander barked. “Hold that shit, baby. Let me—” He inhaled sharply. “Hold it for me.”

“I can’t.” Scotty sobbed. “Please, please.” His hips were moving, ramming up into Zander without his conscious thought. He just wanted the tight ball inside him to release, to explode. The pressure was too much.

“Shit,” Vince cursed. “Scotty, ah yes!”

“Wait for us, baby.” How Zander’s voice managed to be soothing at a time like that was a mystery. “You’re doing so good. You feel how good you’re fucking me? You feel Vince, too, don’t you? Pretty motherfucker. Do it. Fuck us, Scotty.’”

Scotty could only sob, could only beg. “Please.”

“Ugh,” Vince gritted out. “Shit, I?—”

“Harder,” Zander ordered. “Harder. Hit my spot.”

Scotty found himself obeying, pounding up into Zander from below while Vince did the same. The movements weren’t smooth or even coordinated, but they did what they had to—Scotty with his mouth open as he panted, his lungs burning, muscles spasming as fire licked his skin and sweat dripped into his eyes.

“Fuck! Fuck! Come for me. Fill me up. Now!”

Scotty let go, just like that, shouting until his throat burned, emptying himself inside Zander as his muscles clamped down. He felt it when Vince came as well and Zander’s cum spilled between them, dripping onto Scotty’s lower belly.

His muscles gave out as he collapsed back onto the bed, Zander crashing onto him, taking Vince too.

Scotty didn’t move. He couldn’t.

He just blinked unseeing up at the ceiling as his body hummed. Heartbeat thundering. Zander and Vince rolled off him. Scotty couldn’t even turn his head to look at them. He felt like a dried-up husk; Zander’s hole had sucked the life out of him.

But how soon could they do that again?