Chapter 40 – Jack #2
Paco took Zach’s lovely face between his hands. “You want me to watch Jack fuck you?” he asked.
“Yes—but I want to keep on sucking your dick.”
Paco did not have to be asked twice. He tilted Zach’s chin up with a hand, and guided himself back through Zach’s lips. “You’re so fucking hot, Sunshine—and I can’t believe we both get to fuck you,” he told him.
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” I said, and started stroking.
Zach was always so responsive, and always so tight, sometimes I felt like I was riding a thoroughbred when I was fucking him.
I didn’t want to hurt him, but the way I felt when I was in his ass made me want to chase my orgasm down, so I was always tempted.
It was far safer to be on the other side of him, where Paco was right now plundering his mouth, and I knew from having been there myself that Zach’s eyes would be rolled back in bliss.
As long as we cherished him all the rest of the time, which we did, Madden games aside, our Sunshine loved being fucked by us.
I leaned forward, planting a hand on the bed, and wrapping my other arm around him to hold his swelling cock, shifting only an inch or so in and out of his ass, speeding up.
“I love being buried in you,” I growled in his ear, and heard him whine—as Paco reached down, putting his hands on my back to brace. Zach was making choking noises now, and fuck that turned me on. “Gonna come inside you,” I promised him, stroking him now, too. “Gonna fill you up with me.”
I felt him tense, arching his ass up, ready.
I let go of him and grabbed his hips with one hand to hold him because I knew if I did things right, me using him to satisfy myself was far hotter inside his head than me touching him could ever be.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck,” I snarled, and he made a strangled sound as he came, still gagging on Paco’s cock, as his ass squeezed me.
“Yeah—oh—fuck,” I said, my voice low, my hips thudding against his, and then it was my turn to cry out, and Paco was grunting too, both of us filling Zach up from either end, while all our Sunshine could do was moan mindlessly.
I felt him shiver beneath me, as Paco pulled out first, leaving poor Zach drooling cum. “Oh my God,” he whispered, collapsing at once, and mostly sliding off of me. I finished pulling myself out and softly stroked his back with a hand.
“You’re so good, Sunshine. I love it.”
“I love you,” Paco said aloud, and I realized he hadn’t given the statement an antecedent—and that it didn’t matter. He loved both of us. Not equally, but differently, and everything still felt right.
I reached out for him because I loved him back so much I wanted to be the air that he breathed, but failing that, I wanted to be inside him. “I want to fuck you, too, before the sun comes up.”
He smiled at me, and quickly lay down.
I got behind him, and while I did use lube, I didn’t give him the courtesy of fingers since dawn was coming—and I knew, as a vampire, he could take me. He made a guttural sound as I hilted myself in him, lying on top of him, pinning him with my body, and I hooked one of his knees up with a hand.
He could take me all the ways Zach couldn’t, and I thudded into him, again and again, my head bowed against his back, making him grunt each time I landed. I even still bit him sometimes—sometimes because I couldn’t help myself, and sometimes for old times’ sake.
This was going to be one of those, and I knew he knew it—and it was why he struggled enough to turn me on. “Fuck, Paco,” I panted, holding him down and fucking him. We were far more evenly matched now that he was a vampire just like me—the only difference between us was he was playing to lose.
And me?
Somehow, against all conceivable odds, I had won.
I had a job I loved, a business I liked, a beloved vampire boyfriend who liked being wrestle-fucked, a beloved human boyfriend who was like a ray of sunshine in my life, and somewhere out there in the world, I had a kinda-sorta-vampire daughter who, I had noticed, had taken to texting me on Sundays, like most good kids should.
This was my best life—or unlife—and no one was ever going to take it away from me.
I sank my fangs into Paco’s shoulder with a cruel shake, heard him gasp and moan, and felt him shiver—the fucker was right about to come.
I pulled my teeth out of him, licked up blood, and whispered, “I fucking love you.”
“I know it,” he groaned, his ass clamping down on me and taking me with him. I cried out as we rocked in synchrony, our hips rolling and grinding like they were meant to, and then I gasped when I was finished. I wrapped my arms around him, and contentedly licked up all the blood I’d missed.
“I’m going to go take a shower,” Zach announced, after hitting the button to close the window’s metal curtain, then crawling forward to kiss us both in turns. “And maybe go jack off, after watching that.”
“Have fun,” Paco murmured, breathing hard below me, before looking back after Zach got out of bed. “You just going to stay in there all day?” he asked me with a grin.
I snuggled into him, unwilling to move, especially with dawn so near. “Yeah. Do you mind?”
And instead of answering, he pulled one of my arms up to make it a pillow for him, then grabbed my knee to pull my thigh and hips across him like a blanket. “Not in the least.”
I kissed his neck, and then I died, happy.
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