Chapter 6
Gunner
Gunner knew a lot of things. For one, he was horny as fuck, and for another, two drop-dead gorgeous men seemed intent on seducing him.
And he planned to let them.
“What do I need to know?”
Horatio sat down, putting Gunner in the middle. “Snake can… tilt the odds in his favor.”
“Hey, I’m a black-hearted bastard, but I’d never use my powers to bend an innocent lad like Gunner to my will. Besides, he’s already mad horny for you.” Snake nuzzled Gunner’s neck. “Isn’t that right?”
“Yeah. Crazy horny.” Gunner added a nod, in case it wasn’t clear enough.
Horatio turned Gunner’s face toward his. “And what about Snake?” A quick, soft kiss. “Would you like to play with him, too, or should we make him watch?”
A threesome? Gunner was all in, only he couldn’t get his mouth to work, or his body to move. Blood rushed everywhere all at once and his head was buzzing.
“You’d like me to do more than just observe, right pet?” Snake lifted Gunner’s T-shirt up over his pecs. “Perhaps let me suck these pretty tits?”
“Or let me suck your dick?” Horatio popped open the top button of Gunner’s jeans.
Snake grazed Gunner’s right nipple with his thumb. “Or let us bend you over the table and take turns rimming you to orgasm?”
Gunner knew he was in way over his head, and probably out of his league, but who the fuck could say no in this insanely hot situation?
“Yes. Please.”
Horatio kissed him again. “Remember, if you say stop, we stop. Right, Snake?”
“Of course. Consent is the sexiest thing there is.”
They helped Gunner undress. He felt awkward at first, but the enticing visual of his nude body bracketed by two clothed men burned off any shyness.
Snake draped Gunner’s left leg over his lap, while Horatio did the same with his right.
Spread open, heat coiled low in Gunner’s pelvis.
His sac felt full. Heavy. Anticipation licked down his spine.
Snake’s kiss caught Gunner off guard—he jerked and caught a fang on his lower lip, drawing blood that Snake licked away. “Young and sweet as spring wine.” He moved his lips to Gunner’s throat.
“Are you going to bite me for real?”
“Never without asking first, love.”
Gunner relaxed. He could trust these men—even the hypnotic-eyed vampire. Only good things would happen, and he wanted to experience every single one.
“If he bites you deep enough, you’ll have an insane orgasm.”
“Which guarantees I’ll never starve.” Snake’s gaze dropped back to Gunner’s chest. “But first, these beauties need my attention.” Snake sucked his right nipple and then tongued it with enough pressure to make Gunner’s back arch.
“Snake has a nipple fetish. He could do that for hours.” Horatio caught a generous drop of saliva on his index finger. “And he has the only spit that can replace lube.” His wet fingertip circled Gunner’s rim. “I want to make you come so hard. Would you like that?”
“Fuck yeah.”
The way he was perched on their legs gave Horatio plenty of access.
Gunner moaned low when his slippery finger pressed inside, and then louder when Snake switched from sucking his nipples to biting gently.
Nerve endings fired. His pleasure amped.
Noises he never knew he could make warbled from his throat despite his attempts to stifle them.
Horatio’s breath warmed his ear. “What can I do to make you moan even louder?”
“Kiss me.”
A teasing smile, followed by a devastating kiss—the kind that shut off your mind while it took over your body. As they made out, Horatio rubbed a spot inside that sent icy hot tingles shooting through Gunner’s insides.
“I can tell he’s enjoying that. He’s dripping harder for you.” Snake licked wetness from Gunner’s tip. “Like candy.”
Once again, Gunner was struck by how cared for he felt in the moment.
This wasn’t just sex. This was sweet, unhurried seduction.
While Horatio fingered his ass, he used his free hand to play with Gunner’s hair.
Meanwhile, Snake languidly took Gunner’s cock behind his lips, tongue fluttering along the length as he sucked gently, without even a hint of fang.
“That’s it. Show him how warm your mouth is, vampire.” Horatio’s lips grazed Gunner’s ear. “Feels good, right?”
“I think…I’m gonna…come.”
Hips rocking in rhythm with Horatio’s finger-fucking, Gunner came inside Snake’s mouth. Release echoed through his core, while aftershocks caused him to clench, dragging Horatio’s finger deeper, prolonging his bliss. Woozy, he sagged against the back of the couch.
“I’ve never come that hard before.”
Snake grinned. “A little anal play makes everything better.” He licked his lips. “That load was big enough for two. Nectar of the gods.”
Horatio cupped Snake’s chin. “Gimme a taste.”
Their shared kiss threatened to set the room on fire.
“Been too long since we’ve snogged, Hor.”
Horatio narrowed his eyes. “Whose fault is that?”
“Yours.” Snake dove in for more. They devoured each other like it had been years.
Gunner thought he might come again. “This is the best birthday of my life!”
Snake’s head snapped toward him. “It’s your birthday?”
“Why didn’t you say so earlier, Cupcake?”
Gunner smiled. “I was distracted.”
“This calls for a celebration.” Snake snagged the bottle and plugged the mouth with his thumb. “First shot’s on you.” He drizzled a stream over Gunner’s cock. Horatio and Snake lapped it away before a drop could fall.
“Hit me again, Snake.”
“Where?”
“The birthday boy’s sweet ass.” Horatio nudged Gunner’s leg aside and moved to the floor. He patted the seat cushion. “Can you kneel right here?”
Ass up, forehead resting on the sofa’s curved arm, Gunner rolled his eyes over their goofy compliments about his butt.
“Soft and curvy as a ripe peach. Who wouldn’t want a bite?” Snake said.
“I know, right? That ass belongs in an art gallery.”
Tequila trickled down his crack, cold and startling, but Horatio’s warm tongue cleared it away. “Your turn, Snake.”
More tequila, more licking. Snake tongue-fucked him with lush precision before pulling away with a groan. “I almost couldn’t stop.” Two gentle spanks made Gunner buzz. “But it’s Horatio’s turn.”
“Hold the booze. I want his ass straight up.”
Gentle bites down each cheek, long, slow laps along the length of his crack, and a firm tongue that tickled its way inside.
Gunner bit back a moan.
“Don’t hold back,” Snake said. “Show us how much you love that.”
Knowing Snake was behind him, watching every obscene thing Horatio did, amped the dirty thrill to an impossible level. He pushed back against Horatio’s mouth. “Don’t stop. Feels so fucking good.”
Snake gripped Gunner’s dick and stroked. “We’re going to make you come again. Be loud for us, yeah?”
Tongue and hand. Heat and friction. Gunner’s orgasm tore through him as filthy words poured from his mouth. He went limp, head floaty, body twitching. Horatio helped him settle back between them.
Snake nibbled Gunner’s chin. “I can still taste you.”
“Let’s make him come again, Snake.”
“We should. As many times as possible.”
Their pants were unfastened, magnificent cocks exposed. Horatio’s was harder than ever, and while Snake’s wasn’t as thick—it was startlingly long.
“First, I want to make you guys come.”
Still breathless, he knelt on the floor between them and gripped both shafts. Hard and powerful, they pulsed against his palms as he stroked. Pre-cum dripped, filling his nose with their essence. He licked Horatio’s cockhead—delicious and salt-tinged.
“Your mouth feels so good,” Horatio husked.
Gunner knew he couldn’t suck the whole thing, so he concentrated on the crown, giving it a thorough licking before switching to Snake’s. One taste and he pulled back in surprise.
“You’re sweet… like honey.”
“All the better to trap you, my boy.” Snake snickered.
Suddenly, Gunner couldn’t get enough cock in his mouth and hands. He switched back and forth between each—sucking, tasting, and stroking as much warm flesh as he could. Greedy sounds slipped from his mouth, and he didn’t care.
How have I lived without this?
He tugged faster, enjoying the sounds filling his ears: balls slapping against his fists, guttural groans, and the wet sound of his mouth.
Horatio’s moan? He did that. Snake’s sweet whimper?
He caused that. The way they fucked his hands and whispered dirty words—Gunner didn’t just enjoy it. He relished the power. The control.
“This is so hot,” Horatio panted. “You with me, Snake?”
“Ahead of you a little.”
Gunner leaned back in time to see Snake come all over his hand. Horatio was next. Jizz landed everywhere. He stared at the mess he’d made, dazed and glowing. Two gorgeous men, undone by him.
Grinning, he licked cum from his fingers. Lips tingling, words he’d longed to say tumbled forth. “Probably obvious, but I’m gay.”
Saying it out loud felt extremely right, and kind of tickled down deep in his soul.
“Same here, lad, although I’ve been swallowing semen long before you were born.”
“Seamen with an ‘a’, or actual semen?” Horatio asked.
“Both.” Snake chuckled.
“I came out as bi years ago, but out here, I’ve discovered I’m pansexual, or as I prefer, sexually eclectic.” Horatio pulled Gunner off the floor and onto his lap. “That was amazing.”
“Agreed. You know how to give a proper handjob, lad.”
“It was my first time, actually.”
Horatio shook his head. “No way.”
“I mean, I’ve had tons of practice on myself.” Not only had he come out, he’d admitted how often he jerked off. And it felt amazing. He was about to ask if he could get them off again when a strange sound rumbled. “Did you guys hear thunder?”
“All I hear is heavy breathing.” Horatio rested his head against Gunner’s. “A quick nap sounds great, doesn’t it?”
“Make it a long one.” Snake closed his eyes.
The sound of thunder returned. Louder. Snake’s eyes snapped open. “That’s Sugar’s ringtone. He never calls unless it’s dire. Put your britches on, boys, things are about to take a wrong turn.”