Chapter Fourteen #3
Jax hums around me, his hands coming up to grip my thighs, steadying my hips as Ryker batters me. Glancing down, I watch my cock disappear past Jax’s full lips over and over again. He’s trying so hard to please us, his throat working convulsively.
“Good boy, Jax,” I manage to praise him, my voice breaking on a moan as Ryker hits a particularly sensitive spot inside me. “Suck me. That’s it.”
Jax obeys, sucking harder, drawing my balls up tight against my body.
The dual sensation is pushing me over the edge.
I’m riding a dangerous high, my breathing turning shallow and ragged as the pressure builds in my groin.
Ryker growls behind me, shifting his grip from my hips up to my waist, hauling me back against his groin with unforgiving force.
The depth shatters my remaining self-control.
“Ryker,” I cry out, my voice pitching up.
Squeezing my hole tight around his cock, I clamp down hard as the orgasm hits me. I spill over into Jax’s mouth, shooting pulses over his tongue. Jax doesn’t hesitate or pull away. He swallows convulsively, drinking me down while I shudder above him, my arms trembling under my own weight.
Dropping onto my chest, I continue bucking slightly as the last of my release drains out of me, painting the inside of Jax’s mouth.
The tight, spasming clench of my muscles tips Ryker over the edge. He lets out a guttural shout, burying himself as deep as he can go. He holds me tight against him, his fingers digging into my stomach, and I feel the flooding heat of him finishing deep inside my ass.
Ryker’s chest heaves against my back, his breath hot and damp against the nape of my neck.
He gives my hips one last squeeze, his fingers digging into my skin, before pulling out with a wet squelch.
I whine softly at the sudden emptiness, but then Ryker’s arms wrap around my waist. He drags me backward, pulling us sideways onto the crumpled sheets.
I bring Jax with me, catching him around the ribs and hauling him against my chest as we collapse into a sweaty, tangled pile on the mattress.
Jax slumps against me. I loop a leg over his thigh, tangling our lower halves together while my arms circle his waist. He tucks his face into the crook of my neck, his nose brushing my collarbone.
Every time he exhales, a warm puff of air fans over my damp skin.
We’re a mess. Jax’s saliva and my cum dry sticky on his chin, and Ryker’s seed leaks slowly out of my sore hole to pool on my upper thigh.
Normally I’d want a shower, but right this second I don’t care about the mess.
Behind me, Ryker settles into the curve of my spine.
He presses his chest to my back, hooking his chin over my shoulder.
His arm drapes over my waist, stretching to band around Jax’s back too, caging us both against his solid frame.
He’s possessive like this, keeping us locked down in his space, surrounding us with his scent of smoke and spice.
“You did good, sweetheart,” I murmur, tipping my chin down to press my lips to Jax’s forehead. His skin tastes salty, flushed with heat. “Took us both so obediently.”
Jax hums, a sleepy, contented against my chest. His fingers curl loosely into the fabric of the duvet beneath us.
He looks beautifully spent, his eyes drooping shut, lips still swollen from sucking my cock.
He nuzzles closer, seeking out more warmth, dragging a lazy hand up to rest flat against my pectoral muscle.
Ryker grunts, pressing a slow kiss to the back of my neck. “Told you he’s a perfect slut.”
“He’s our perfect slut,” I correct him softly, trailing a hand down Jax’s spine to rub slow, soothing circles over his lower back.
Jax’s shoulders relax under my palm. He’s adapting so well, leaning into the affection just as eagerly as he takes the rougher treatment. Ryker doesn’t argue as he tightens his arm around us. The steady thump of Ryker’s heartbeat drums against my shoulder blade. The bedroom quiets.
I let my own eyes fall shut, exhaustion finally catching up with me. Jax’s breathing slows and steadies against my collarbone, I marvel at the peace on his face, it surprises even me how well this arrangement is working for all of us.
I drift between sleep and waking for a while. I don’t know how much time passes before the electronic chime of the front door carries down the hallway.
None of us move. Ryker grunts in acknowledgement, his arm flexing slightly against my stomach, but he stays buried in my neck.
Jax doesn’t flinch, dead to the world, his nose tucked into the crook of my collarbone.
I peel one eye open, too comfortable to actually shift my weight, and listen to the familiar thud of footsteps making their way down the hall.
Aiden appears in the doorway a few seconds later. He pauses, leaning against the frame as he takes in the pile of limbs on the mattress. A slow, lazy smirk spreads across his face. He drops his gym bag on the floor, the thud muffled by the rug.
He doesn’t say a word as he starts stripping.
I watch through half-closed eyes as Aiden pulls his t-shirt over his head, revealing the broad, tanned expanse of his chest. He shoves his sweatpants down his hips, kicking them aside and my pulse picks up.
Aiden crawls onto the mattress, the springs whining softly under his weight.
Since Ryker’s plastered to my back and I’m wrapped around Jax’s front, Jax’s bare ass sits perfectly exposed to the edge of the bed.
Aiden takes full advantage of the setup.
He presses his chest against Jax’s bare back, wrapping one big arm around Jax’s waist to pull him back to his groin.
Jax makes a soft, confused noise against my skin, shifting blindly in his sleep as Aiden nudges a knee between his thighs to open him up.
Aiden doesn’t bother waking him up first as he lines the broad head of his cock up with Jax’s slick, well-used hole and pushes in.
Jax gasps, his eyes flying wide open. His fingers fist against my chest, his body jolting forward as Aiden sinks in deep. He’s still loose and slicked with cum, taking Aiden’s size effortlessly, but the sudden fullness clearly shocks him awake.
“Shh,” I soothe, laughing lightly as I cup the back of Jax’s head. “You’re okay, sweetheart. It’s just Aiden.”
“Fuck,” Aiden groans, his voice rumbling through Jax’s back and deep into my chest. “You feel so good, baby. Just go back to sleep. Let me use your pretty hole for a minute.”
Jax whines as Aiden starts to move. He doesn’t go hard or fast. Aiden fucks into him with slow, lazy thrusts, dragging his cock in and out with casual arrogance that’s insanely hot to watch.
He buries himself to the hilt, holds it there for a second to let Jax adjust, and then pulls out until only the tip remains inside.
I feel the motion of Aiden’s fucking reverberating through Jax’s body. Jax squirms, pressing his face into my neck, his breath washing over my collarbone. His cock springs to life between our stomachs, rubbing slick and hot against my thigh.
I tilt my head down and capture Jax’s mouth, kissing him deep.
He whines into the kiss, his tongue tangling frantically with mine.
I stroke my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp while Aiden rocks into him from behind.
His skin’s flushed, burning hot where he’s pressed against my stomach, and I relish the way he just takes whatever we give him.
“So good,” I murmur against his lips, tasting the salt on his skin. “You’re so perfect for us, Jax baby. Take his cock.”
Jax shudders as Aiden hits his prostate with a slow, grinding roll of his hips. Jax’s hands grip my shoulders tight. He’s overwhelmed, caught between the sleepy haze of his nap and the sudden, all-consuming pleasure of Aiden stretching him out.
“Ah—Ash,” Jax gasps, breaking the kiss to throw his head back. “I’m—fuck, I can’t—”
“Let it go,” I whisper, biting gently at his jawline. “Come for us, sweet boy.”
Aiden grips Jax’s hips, holding him steady as he buries his cock as deep as it’ll go, grinding his pelvis flush against Jax’s ass. The deep, sustained pressure proves too much. Jax cries out, and he comes untouched, spurting messy ropes of cum all over my thigh and his stomach.
He arches against me, his back bowing into Aiden’s chest, muscles locked tight as he rides out the climax.
Aiden groans, his breathing turning ragged and harsh. “Fuck, yeah, milk my cock, you beautiful little slut.”
He drives in three more times, short, punchy thrusts, before he stiffens. Aiden buries his face in the crook of Jax’s shoulder, a deep, guttural sound escaping him as he shoots his load deep inside Jax’s creamed ass.
The bed goes quiet again, save for the sound of all of us trying to catch our breath. Aiden stays buried inside Jax, his chest heaving against Jax’s back. Jax rests, trembling in my arms, his face tucked against my sternum.
I press a soft kiss to Jax’s temple, my thumb stroking the damp hair off his forehead.
Behind me, Ryker grunts in approval, his arm tightening around both of us, pulling the whole pile closer together.
The squeeze of Ryker’s hold, the weight of Aiden behind Jax, the soft pants falling from Jax’s lips—it all slots together flawlessly.
He’s amazing. I look down at Jax’s flushed, peaceful face, feeling a sudden, overwhelming surge of affection swell in my chest. He fits us perfectly, balancing out Ryker’s bite and Aiden’s boundless energy with a sweet, desperate obedience I can’t get enough of.
I honestly can’t remember the last time anything in my life felt this incredible, this meant to be.
We aren’t just messing around anymore. He belongs here, in our bed, covered in us.