Chapter 18
Shane
Hearing X demand the three of us get into the bedroom was not just hot as hell, especially after years of celibacy, it was a bit amusing.
Because if he thought for one single fucking second he called the shots, he was sorely mistaken.
Preston might be the most submissive between the two of them, but I’d show X he could find freedom within submitting to me, too.
The moment we were inside the bedroom, X pounced on Preston, sealing their mouths together while I still palmed Preston’s lower back.
Preston moaned, easily following X’s lead—just as easily as he’d followed mine.
I pressed in behind Preston, letting my lips work over the soft skin of his neck, my beard tickling his bare shoulder as I went.
He gasped and shivered in my hold, and because our bodies were pressed so tightly together, I felt that chill run down his spine.
When they parted, both of their chests heaving as they tried to catch their breaths, I swooped in.
Reaching between their bodies, I gripped X’s chin, then leaned over Preston’s shoulder to finally kiss the man.
I’d been toying with him, seeing how long his interest remained while also trying to show him good things came to those who were patient.
But since we were doing this tonight, there were no more games. No more fucking around.
X and Preston were mine. And I hoped they both knew there was no getting out of this. They wanted me, so they were getting me—overprotective, moody bits and all.
X tried taking control, but when I tightened my fingers on his chin and dug my fingers into his skin, he sucked in a sharp breath, then groaned and submitted to me, giving me what I wanted.
Rewarding him, I stroked my thumb along his jaw, softening my kiss just a bit.
When I swiped my tongue along the seam of his lips, he moaned again and opened for me, tangling our tongues together.
“Fuck, you two are hot together,” Preston rasped. I slid my palm up his flat stomach to his chest. When I rubbed my thumb over his nipple, he made a small noise of surprise, sinking back against me.
Fuck, these two were made for me. No doubt in my mind about that.
“Christ,” X growled when I finally released him.
He licked his kiss-swollen lips, his already usually-dark eyes nearly black as he stared at me.
Then, he was gripping the side of Preston’s neck and kissing him again while I toyed with Preston’s nipples.
He squirmed in my arms, trying to gain friction with his cock against X’s thigh and his ass against my own hard cock.
The boy was desperate, but good things came to those who waited. He’d get what he wanted soon enough.
“On your knees for him,” X ordered Preston as soon as their lips were parted. “Show him how pretty your fucking mouth is, baby.”
Preston obediently turned to face me, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. I stroked my palms down his back, taking a moment to admire just how damn beautiful the man was with his sleep-tousled dirty-blond hair, his pink cheeks, and hazy, needy blue eyes.
“If you make me come,” I warned him, “my rebound time isn’t as quick as yours.
” I was nearly thirty-six years old. My testosterone levels were perfectly normal, according to my doctor, but that didn’t mean my body rebounded as quickly as theirs.
It would take me a little time to get hard enough to fuck again.
Preston’s smile was soft and sweet. “That’s okay,” he promised.
And then, he was dropping to his knees before me and working open the button and zipper on my jeans.
Sliding my fingers into his soft curls, I watched as he tugged my jeans and briefs down just enough to free my cock, and then, he was licking along my shaft.
The moment that pretty mouth of his wrapped around my tip, I moaned, my head falling back on my shoulders as my eyes fluttered closed.
Fuuuuck, his mouth was like heaven—all warm, wet, and soft.
And that tongue of his was fucking magical as he worked the underside of my shaft.
Sweet boy didn’t even need his hands, which he left gripping my thighs.
He didn’t seem to have a gag reflex, taking me to the back of his throat as he began bobbing his head back and forth.
“Perfect, isn’t he?” X murmured.
I forced my eyes to open, our gazes meeting. “Come here,” I growled.
X smirked, not making a single move to follow my order. I narrowed my eyes on him, all while I scraped my blunt nails along Preston’s scalp so he knew I was still paying him attention. I mean, fuck, how could I not when he was sucking my cock so goddamn well?
“X, I will withdraw your orgasm for the entire fucking night if you want to play games with me. Come fucking here,” I ordered.
His eyes widened, and then, as if he couldn’t help but obey me, he moved as close as he could, straddling Preston’s kneeling form.
I lifted one of my hands from Preston’s hair, then laced my fingers in X’s longer black hair and pulled him forward, kissing him.
I wasn’t going to last long, and I wanted to come down Preston’s hot, wet throat with my tongue in X’s mouth.
Preston, seeming to sense I was close because he doubled down, working his mouth over me with fervor.
My fingers tightened in X’s hair, yanking harshly on the strands all while I continued to just tenderly cradle Preston’s head.
X moaned, his hands coming up to grip my waist, and then, I was coming, groaning long and low into the kiss as I came down Preston’s throat.
“Do you bottom?” I managed to ask X, my chest heaving as Preston popped off of me. I looked down at our man, watching as he swiped his thumb along the corner of his mouth. He admired the drop of cum there for a moment before sucking his thumb into his mouth, his eyes locking on mine as he did so.
Fucking hell.
“Up, baby,” I told him, then looked back at X, waiting on my answer.
“Prefer it,” he finally told me as Preston rose between us, his body sliding along mine. “But Preston likes to bottom, too, though he’s more verse than I am.”
I smirked, and X’s eyes turned into liquid heat, his skin flushing. “Good. Get on your back. I want to watch Preston stretch you while I stretch him. Tonight, I’m topping both of you.”
“At once?” Preston asked, looking hopeful.
I tugged him to me, then kissed his forehead. “Yeah, baby. At once.” I jerked my chin toward the bed. “Get to it.”
X was already sitting on the edge of the bed, his boxers on the floor. And fuck, the man was beautiful, even covered in bruises and scars. In fact, they only seemed to add to how damn gorgeous he was, seeming to decorate his toned arms, broad chest, and six-pack abs.
“How do you want me?” X asked, all the cockiness gone from his voice. I wondered if he truly realized how easily he’d submitted to me, but I didn’t say a word. Didn’t want to bring his defenses back up. A man like X had to trust me a shit ton to ever let his guard down like this.
“On your back,” I told him. “Hold your legs back and open so Preston can work you open, boy.”
X groaned, like the name did something to him, and judging by the way his cock jerked and leaked a little over his flat stomach, it did.
Noted.
I looked at Preston. “Get to work, baby.”
His smile was worth a million fucking dollars.
He quickly made his way to the bed, then grabbed the lube off the nightstand before kneeling between X’s spread thighs.
With my gaze riveted on how beautiful they looked together as Preston began to work X open, I removed my clothes, leaving Preston the only one with any article of clothing on.
But I knew, as I prowled toward the bed, his clothes were about to go, too.