Chapter Fourteen #2
He doesn’t wait for Jax to do it himself.
Ryker hooks his fingers into the waistband of Jax’s boxers, yanking them down over his hips and thighs, stripping them away and tossing them off the edge of the bed.
Jax lies bare and shivering, his cock sticking straight up against his stomach, leaking pre-cum from the slit.
Ryker turns his attention back to me. He grips the hem of my t-shirt and pulls it over my head in one smooth motion. I lift my arms to help him out, and then he’s stripping my sweatpants and boxers down too, tossing them aside to join Jax’s.
“Get over him,” Ryker tells me, his blue eyes flashing as he nods toward Jax’s flushed face. “Face me.”
I grin, more than happy to obey. I crawl forward over Jax’s chest, straddling his shoulders.
I settle my knees on either side of Jax’s ears, hovering my hole above his mouth.
Jax’s hazel eyes flutter up at me, dazed and eager, his lips already parting in anticipation.
I look down the length of Jax’s pale, toned body to where Ryker is kneeling between Jax’s spread legs.
Ryker leans down, his dark hair falling over his forehead, and takes Jax’s cock into his mouth.
Jax moans, tossing his head back into the pillows, and his lips brush against my hole. The vibration of his voice hums through my most sensitive nerves, sending a shiver down my spine. The heat of his breath makes the fine hairs on my thighs stand on end.
“Good boy,” I murmur, lowering my hips closer. “Show me what you can do with that tongue.”
Jax is such a fast learner. He tilts his chin up and starts lapping at me, his tongue warm and wet against my rim. I let out a breathy sigh, leaning back on one hand to brace myself in the sheets. I wrap my free hand around my cock, stroking myself while I watch the show in front of me.
Ryker’s head bobs over Jax’s groin, sucking him sloppily.
Jax squirms, his hips lifting, but he keeps his mouth focused on my hole, swirling his tongue inside and licking broad, hot stripes over my skin.
It feels amazing. Between Jax’s hungry mouth on my ass and the sight of Ryker eating Jax out, I’m dizzy with it.
Ryker pulls off Jax’s cock with a loud, wet pop.
A string of spit connects his lips to the flushed head of Jax’s shaft for a second.
Ryker wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his sharp eyes darting up the length of the bed to meet mine.
He moves around, grabbing Jax’s ankles and pushing his legs wider, hooking Jax’s knees over his forearms to open him up.
Ryker lines up his cock at Jax’s entrance.
He doesn’t bother with prep, relying on the slickness already there from Jax’s previous activities and the spit he just left behind.
I watch Ryker’s face as he pushes in. His sharp features tighten, his jaw clenching, a dark look of satisfaction settling over his expression as he claims his territory.
I drop my gaze to Jax’s thighs, watching the muscle flex and tense on either side of Ryker’s narrow hips.
Jax groans into my hole, a long, drawn-out sound of pain melting into blinding pleasure as Ryker bottoms out inside him.
Ryker starts to move, pulling back and driving in deep.
The bed creaks. I ride Jax’s face, rolling my hips in time with Ryker’s thrusts.
Every time Ryker slams into Jax, Jax’s face is pushed up against my hole, his tongue sliding deeper inside me.
The wet, slapping sounds of Ryker’s skin hitting Jax’s ass mix with my quiet moans and Ryker’s guttural grunts.
It’s an intoxicating view. Ryker’s tanned, ink-covered body dominating Jax’s paler skin, claiming him ruthlessly while Jax gives himself over to us. I want more. I want to feel all of it. I want to surround this boy with so much pleasure he forgets his own name.
I lean forward, bracing my elbows on the mattress near Jax’s ribs. I drop my head down, aligning my mouth over Jax’s stomach. His cock is pointing straight up, slick from Ryker’s mouth and jerking with every thrust taking him from behind.
I open my mouth and take Jax in.
Jax cries out, the sound muffled against my ass, as I swallow him down.
I suck him hard, swirling my tongue around the ridge of his cock while he continues to eat me out.
It’s sensory overload. I’m tasting the salt of his skin, feeling the wet heat of his tongue probing my hole, and watching Ryker pound into him from below.
I slide my lips up and down his shaft, matching the cadence of Ryker’s fucking.
Jax is losing his mind. His hands come up, fingers blindly gripping my thighs as he anchors himself in the storm.
He pants through his nose, his tongue stuttering against my rim.
The erratic, fluttering movement of his tongue tells me he’s getting close.
His hips jerk upward, trying to meet my mouth while simultaneously taking Ryker deeper into his ass.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I hum around his cock, the words vibrating against his skin. “Give it to me.”
Ryker speeds up, his grip bruising on Jax’s hips as he drives in with punishing force. Jax can’t take much more. His thighs shake violently, his breath hitching in a broken gasp. He tenses all over, his toes curling, and then he breaks.
He spurts hot and fast into my mouth, a muffled cry tearing from his throat into my hole.
I suck hard, drawing every drop out of him.
The taste is salty and musky, hitting the back of my tongue in warm pulses.
I don’t swallow. I hold it in my mouth, pooling it on my tongue as Jax shudders beneath me, spent, his body going boneless in the sheets.
I sit up, pulling off Jax’s softening cock. My cheeks are hollowed, keeping Jax’s cum safely held in my mouth. I look down the bed at Ryker, a playful, filthy challenge in my eyes.
Ryker catches his breath, his gaze dropping to my lips. He pulls out of Jax with a wet squelch, leaving Jax to collapse into the pillows with an exhausted whimper.
Ryker grabs my jaw, his thumb pressing into my cheek as he tilts my head up.
He leans in and crashes his mouth against mine.
I part my lips, letting him in, and Ryker’s tongue sweeps into my mouth.
He sucks Jax’s cum right off my tongue, pulling the hot, salty mess into his mouth.
He groans into the kiss indulgently, tasting our boy between us.
I kiss him back just as fiercely, tangling my fingers into his dark hair, savoring it.
Ryker breaks the kiss with a wet smack of his lips, looking insufferably smug as he swallows the last of Jax’s release. His eyes are dark and feral, the kind of look that always makes my pulse jump. He gives my shoulder a strong shove.
“Turn around, Ash,” he orders hoarsely.
I know better than to hesitate when he uses that tone.
Pivoting on the mattress, I swing one leg over Jax’s chest, straddling his shoulders so I’m facing the dark wood of the headboard.
Crawling forward, I drop down onto my forearms to prop myself up.
My knees bracket Jax’s ears, pinning him loosely in place.
Hanging suspended like this, my cock dangles right above Jax’s face, the tip hovering inches from his lips.
Jax stares up at me, his chest heaving. His hazel eyes are wide, glassy with lingering pleasure, and his mouth falls open in a soft pant. Seeing him look so eager, so ruined and submissive beneath me, makes my stomach dip.
“You want a taste, sweetheart?” I tease, jutting my hips forward just a fraction. “Open up for me.”
Behind me, the bedsprings whine as Ryker shifts his weight. He moves up the bed, his knees pressing into the mattress against the backs of my calves as he settles in behind me.
Ryker doesn’t bother reaching for the lube on the nightstand. He uses the slick mess of Jax’s spit, aligning his hips with mine.
“Brace yourself,” Ryker growls.
He pushes into me. A sharp, breathy gasp spills from my throat, my head dropping between my shoulders.
It’s been a couple of days since I took his cock, and the stretch is a gorgeous, burning ache that makes my thighs tremble.
Ryker sinks in to the hilt, groaning as my muscles stretch to accept his size.
Wasting no time getting comfortable, he grabs my hips with both of his big hands to anchor me down.
He starts to fuck me, and the force of his first thrust drives my body forward.
My hips snap toward the headboard, dropping my cock seamlessly past Jax’s parted lips.
I hit the back of his throat and Jax gags a little, his eyes watering, but he quickly recovers, sealing his warm mouth around my shaft.
When Ryker pulls back, my cock slips out past Jax’s tongue, slick and shining with saliva, only for Ryker’s next thrust to send me plunging right back in.
It creates the most mind-melting seesaw of pleasure.
Ryker pounds into me from behind ruthlessly, his thumbs biting hard into the skin of my hips.
Every time he slams forward, he forces me to throat-fuck Jax.
Jax takes it like a professional now. He swallows around my length, swirling his tongue along the sensitive underside every time I withdraw, bobbing his head to meet my tip when I get shoved forward again.
I’m catching it from both ends, trapped in the crossfire of Ryker’s aggression and Jax’s eagerness. The initial sting in my ass fades into a deep, hollow pleasure as Ryker repeatedly hits my prostate. Meanwhile, the hot, wet suction of Jax’s mouth sends electric shocks down to my balls.
Bracing my forearms harder against the mattress, I whine into the quiet room as Ryker speeds up his pace.
“Fuck,” Ryker snarls, his chest slapping against my back. The sound of our skin hitting echoes off the walls. “You take it so good, Ash. Take my cock.”
“Fuck me,” I gasp out, though it barely sounds like a coherent sentence.