Chapter 21
Parker
Landon still looks a little confused when I climb off the couch and gesture for them to follow me. The lasagna has about an hour in the oven before it’ll be ready to eat, so we have plenty of time.
“Come on. I’ll show you.”
Ben shifts off Landon’s lap and stands, offering his hand to our adorable Landon. Stupid-ass strings of fate. Stupid-ass rosy cheeks. Stupid-ass boys making me fall in love with them.
Turning on my heel, I grip the hem of the oversized shirt I’m wearing and pull it over my head, tossing it on the floor beside me.
Landon makes a choked noise behind me that has a smile forming on my lips. “Like that, do you?” I ask, not slowing down as I slip into my bedroom.
I glance down at myself, counting down from three in my head. The lace bra I’m wearing is stretched across my beaded nipples, and my erection is straining the fabric of my matching panties.
I don’t even make it to one before my boys are stumbling in after me. Ben is giving me a smirk, his eyes lit up, but Landon’s jaw is dropped open. Unease filters through me, and I force myself to lift my chin and stare him down.
Finally closing his mouth, he swallows roughly. “Jesus, Lovebug. Happy birthday to me.”
Ben chuckles, and I relax. At least a little. “Hell, it’s not even my birthday, but happy birthday to me too. Early present. Late present. Whatever. Either way.”
“You like it?” I ask again, glancing between the two of them.
I almost laugh when they both nod. Landon steps closer, slowly coming into my space.
He grips my chin, tilting my head back, and my breath catches at the intensity in his eyes.
“You were wearing something similar at the coffee shop,” he rasps out, voice low and rough.
“When I spilled your coffee on you, remember?”
“I remember,” I breathe, heart thumping heavily.
“You looked so damn good in your dress that day, and then I spilled that stupid coffee.”
“Good luck on your part, really,” I say, trying to be more flippant than my voice is letting me.
Landon nods. “Very good luck on my part.” He leans in, dragging his nose up the side of my throat before pressing a soft kiss under my ear. I shiver, goosebumps rising on my skin, and pale blue exploding behind my eyes. “And then your dress was see-through.”
I nod because I’m not sure I can make words. “Jesus, I thought that was gonna take me out.”
Landon kisses up my throat, then coasts his lips over my jaw before making his way to my mouth. A whimper flies from my mouth the second his lips connect with mine, and I can’t even find it in me to be embarrassed.
A warm body presses against my back, hands ghosting over my exposed sides. Ben’s lips skate over the back of my neck. When he moves to the side, sucking hard on my skin, I arch forward, pressing my chest into Landon. He rumbles a groan against my lips.
Yellow twines around the blue, weaving in and out, almost like the wispy colors are holding each other.
Fuck, I want them both so much.
With a hand on Landon’s chest, I push him away, breaking our kiss. My chest is heaving, and his is too, and I feel Ben’s hard dick pressed against my back. I stare up at Landon, blue and yellow and purple and gold flashing at the edges of my vision.
“Okay. Undress.”
Ben laughs. “Bossy.”
Maybe I am, but we’ve gotta get this show on the road before I combust. Slipping out from between the two of them, I climb onto my bed and make myself at home in the middle of it.
Hooking his fingers into the waistband of Landon’s sweats, Ben pulls him closer, slamming his mouth onto Landon’s. I watch, cock throbbing in time with my heartbeat, as Ben pushes Landon’s pants down and his heavy dick springs free.
My mouth waters. Landon takes a deep breath, then does the same with Ben.
I told Landon he was lucky for spilling coffee on me, but I actually think it was me who was lucky. Otherwise, I’d be missing out on this view. I’d be missing out on the way Landon melts against Ben’s body, how he opens so willingly and eagerly.
I’m about to pout about being left alone when Ben pulls away, then strips Landon’s shirt off. “Go keep our angel company while I get everything ready,” he says against Landon’s lips, then takes off his shirt and steps into the hallway.
He’s so confident, and where I’d usually be turned off by that level of cockiness, it’s the opposite with him. He’s fucking gorgeous, and he knows it, but he doesn’t let it make him an asshole. He’s just comfortable in his skin.
“Fuck,” Landon says, dragging my attention to him. “He’s really fucking hot.”
I laugh, patting the bed beside me. “He really is, right?”
Landon crawls in next to me, dropping dramatically onto his back as he stares up at the ceiling. “What did he mean, getting everything ready?”
I sit up, hooking a leg over Landon’s waist, so I’m straddling him. His cock is pressed against mine, only lace separating us, and his eyes widen comically. Leaning over and laying my chest against his, I drop a kiss on his lips. “Cleaning up, if I had to guess. Getting himself ready for you.”
Pink darkens Landon’s cheeks. “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh,” I echo.
God, he better hurry, though. I kiss Landon again, exploring his mouth with my tongue as his hands grip my hips tightly. I push back against him, rubbing my ass over his cock, and he groans into my mouth.
“Feel good?” I ask.
He nods, tightening his grip and forcing my body over his cock. This time, I’m the one moaning. “Fuck.”
“Goddamn.” I nearly jump out of my skin at Ben’s voice. Sitting up, I turn to look at him. Goddamn is right. “Not sure how I got so lucky to have the two of you waiting for me like this.”
I smirk, nodding toward my end table. “Condoms and lube are in there.”
Landon tenses under me, pulling my attention. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just nervous.”
“It’ll be okay, I promise.”
He nods, his body relaxing again.
The bed dips as Ben joins us. I crawl off Landon’s lap. “Let’s get him ready.”
Ben hands me a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube, and I crawl over him as he scoots to the center of the bed.
He’s done this a time or two, because without missing a beat, he pulls his legs back, exposing his hole to us. Landon makes a half-moan low in his throat that has heat rushing up my spine.
“Here.” I open the lube, squeezing some out onto my fingers before handing it over to him.
He does the same, then closes the cap and drops the lube on the mattress.
“Ready?” I ask softly, searching Ben’s eyes.
“So ready, Cotton Candy.”
I roll my eyes with a huff. I hate that I love their stupid nicknames so much.
Landon watches as I press the pad of my finger to Ben’s hole. Ben hisses. “Cold.”
“Sorry.”
I rub my finger back and forth, mesmerized by the way his hole contracts at my touch. Landon’s lube-free hand lands on Ben’s stomach, then slips lower. I watch as he glances at Ben. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes, always.”
With a deep breath, Landon wraps his hand around Ben’s cock.
He tests the weight in his palm for a second before giving him a long, slow stroke.
Ben’s bitten-off moan is music to my ears, and I work on slowly pushing my first finger into him.
It goes in smoothly, and I feel like it’s possible he did a bit more than just clean-up in the bathroom.
When I’m working two fingers in and out of him, his moans begin to pitch up, his hips twitching restlessly as Landon continues to pump his cock. “Lan?” I say, crooking my fingers and searching for Ben’s prostate.
“Yeah?” Landon asks, pausing his stroking.
Ben gasps, his hips jerking off the bed.
“You’re big,” I say, glancing at his swollen cock. “Come here. He’ll need more than just my fingers.”
He lets go of Ben’s cock, and we both grin when Ben whines. I push down against Ben’s rim, two fingers buried deep. “Add one of yours.”
Landon brings his lube-covered finger to Ben’s hole. Ben’s moaning before he even touches him, which just makes me smile more.
When Landon presses it in alongside mine, I can tell the stretch burns Ben. Landon goes slow, and by the time he’s got it all the way in, Ben’s panting. “Oh, fuck.”
“Too much?” I ask, eyes shooting to his face.
He shakes his head. “No. Too hot. You’re both. Fuck, you’re both—just keep going. Oh, fuck.”
Landon pulls his finger out, then carefully works it back in. My cock throbs hard when Ben arches, voice cracking on a rough moan.
“Feels good?” Landon asks softly, wonder and pride in his voice.
He’s leaking, big drops of pre-cum spilling over his cock and down his shaft. His foreskin is stretched back, his glans red and pulsing. Fuck. Using my free hand, I rub my palm over my straining dick, moaning at the pressure.
We need to move this along before one of us comes hands-free. Me, most likely.
“Another finger?” I ask Ben.
“Please,” he groans, rocking his hips a bit like he can’t help it.
I nod at Landon.
He works his second finger in alongside the rest. It’s tight. Ben’s hole is stretched around all four of them, his rim contracting around our fingers like a vise. “Fuck,” he chokes out.
“You’re so warm,” Landon says, slowly moving his fingers back and forth. “So tight and so warm. God, I’ll never last.”
My dick pulses.
I grab the condom, using my teeth to tear the packet open, and hold it out to Landon.
He carefully tugs his fingers free of Ben’s hole, and the wet snick it makes has me almost dying.
“Thank God. Oh, thank God,” Ben says, rocking his head back and forth.
I pull my fingers out, then scoot up the bed while Landon works the condom over his cock.
“Wanna frot with me while Lan fucks you?”
Ben nods frantically, moving over to make room for me in the center of the bed.
I lay down on my back, then gesture for Ben to lie on top of me. As soon as his weight is pressing me into the bed, I roll my hips, moaning at the friction of his cock on mine.
“Now what?” Landon asks.
“Now fuck me. Just do what feels good to you. I promise I’ll like it. I might blow, like, immediately, but I’ll still like it.”