Chapter 25 #3
“You’re way too good at that,” Beckett said with a choked laugh.
“I want to come with him inside me—” he nodded towards Hayes.
“How do you want to come, Officer Hunky? My mouth? Stuffed with my cock? Or taking Hayes from behind?” His providing a list of options made Jeremy blush, but then, he refocused on Beckett’s cock, and that was answer enough.
“Turn around,” Beckett instructed softly.
Jeremy smiled, gave Beckett’s cock one last tug, and then got on his knees on the couch.
“Lube,” Beckett requested, as Hayes removed his fingers from Beckett’s ass, making him hiss and moan at the abrupt feeling of emptiness, which Hayes was all too familiar with.
Hayes shushed him by pressing the tip of his lubed up cock to his entrance and Beckett pushed back slightly, dropping his head forward, trying to relax.
Hayes gave him the bottle of lube, while one hand dragged his cock up and down Beckett’s crack.
Hayes heard him pop the cap and waited for it to snap shut before he began pressing his cock inside Beckett.
Beckett was always vocal, but just then, trapped between the overwhelming sensation of Hayes entering him and prepping the cop, the sounds he made were incredibly sexy.
Soon, Jeremy’s voice added to the mix. He was squirming on the couch.
He'd taken a kneeling position, his upper half leaning against the back of the couch, his face pressed against a head rest.
A glorious fuck train, Hayes thought, as he rammed his cock home.
Beckett was rarely one for slow and sweet, usually preferring to be slammed into and fucked hard. Hayes always gave him what he wanted, but, this time, he pistoned in and out with extra power, his pelvis slapping loudly against his boyfriend’s ass.
“Slow,” Beckett warned, voice tight, like it was costing him to speak. Hayes peeked over Beckett’s shoulder to see he was poised to enter Jeremy, so he eased up.
Hayes watched, mind reeling with the absolute wildness of the moment, as Beckett teased Jeremy once or twice, running his cock up and down along the crevice—slick and hard—before finally pressing against his entrance and slipping inside just a few inches.
The cop moaned and melted into Beckett’s touch.
Beckett pushed in another inch or two. Finally, after a slow and steady slide, he stilled, having finally bottomed out.
Hayes took it as his cue to do the same.
He slammed all the way home, the jarring motion transferring directly into Jeremy.
“Fuck!” The young cop cried out.
They all stilled for a few moments, all three of them breathing hard, overwhelmed with sensation, trying to center themselves and regain some semblance of control. No one wanted to come too fast and ruin the magic of the fuck train.
“You’re in charge,” Beckett told Jeremy, leaning forward to place a kiss on his neck. “Tell us how and when.”
Hayes gripped Beckett’s hips firmly, loving how commanding he was—how assertive—yet so incredibly gentle and considerate at just the right moment.
“Hard,” the cop said, turning his head to look at Beckett, that cheeky grin back in full force.
He didn’t have to ask twice.
It took several tries for them to find their rhythm. But once they had it down—God—
Hayes wouldn’t last. It was too much. The intense heat that surrounded his dick, the tightness—the way Beckett’s body moved against his—made him come undone as he watched his man nail Jeremy like it might be his last day on earth.
God. Watching his cock disappear inside Beckett, and then watching Beckett’s cock—long, thick, and absurdly hard—do the same inside the beautiful young cop.
God—Hayes wrapped an arm around Beckett.
He shortened his strokes, bucking against Beckett hard enough to create a domino effect, which in turn forced Beckett to fuck Jeremy with more power behind every stroke.
Beckett threw his head back against Hayes once more, and they kissed as Hayes continued to buck as hard as he could.
Jeremy moaned and babbled, lost in a world of his own as he sought his own pleasure.
“Jack him off,” Hayes suggested, kissing that especially sensitive spot right beneath Beckett’s ear.
Beckett reached around and grabbed Jeremy’s dick. Moving in time with Hayes’ thrusts, he began tugging Jeremy closer and closer to his orgasm.
“Are you ready?” Hayes asked Beckett as he began fucking him faster and faster.
Sweat rolled down his temples as his hip flexors burned from the intensity of his efforts.
Beckett’s moans were long and loud, in between muttering a string of curses as his rhythm increased.
Jeremy was close to exploding, his head buried in the couch cushions, his back muscles quivering with pleasure as he hit the point of no return.
“I’m gonna—” Beckett warned just as Jeremy yelled out in pleasure, his cum shooting out of his dick with such force that it painted the couch cushions with streaks of white.
“Oh my God,” Jeremy moaned, shaking as Beckett continued to fuck him.
He didn’t last very long though. Hayes watched, his own orgasm only a breath away, as Beckett snapped his hips forward one last time and came deep inside of the cop.
He shuddered with several aftershocks before falling backwards and against Hayes—still buried inside Jeremy.
It was all too much. Beckett’s ass clenching rhythmically around Hayes’ cock in pleasure—the sight of these two beautiful men coming undone beneath him—Hayes came like a geyser, snapping his hips forward one more time before emptying himself inside Beckett.
The aftermath could have been awkward, and surely would have been, had Beckett not been involved.
Instead, it was incredibly relaxed and comfortable.
Beckett took charge, as he was naturally inclined to do.
He found towels and cleaned them both up, then teased Jeremy about the pretty dimples in the cheeks of his ass, before gently turning down the young hunk’s invitation to stay over until morning.
“We have a dog to feed,” Beckett told him.
“Right, your emotional support dog,” Jeremy recalled, as he held the door open for them as they walked out.
“Alright—truth be told, he’s my nephew,” Beckett joked.
“Nephew? And when are you giving him back?” Jeremy asked, snickering at what he assumed was another one of Beckett’s jokes.
“Depends on whenever my brother rises from the dead, I guess,” Beckett said with a wink.
“See you later, hot stuff,” he teased, before grabbing Hayes’ hand and pulling him out the door.
“Thank you again,” Hayes said politely, totally at odds with the situation.
But Jeremy didn’t seem to mind, as he snorted and shook his head when he shut the door behind them.