Chapter Fifteen
Jax
There’s a game on the TV. I stare right at the screen, watching bright shapes moving back and forth across a green field, but if you asked me who’s playing, or what the score is, or even what sport we’re watching, I wouldn’t be able to tell you.
I don’t think my brain is currently capable of holding onto any information that isn’t connected to the fingers currently buried inside my ass.
I bite down hard on my bottom lip, swallowing a whine, shifting my hips.
I’m straddling Aiden’s lap on the living room couch, completely bare while he’s fully dressed in his sweatpants and a t-shirt.
I’m a mess, panting and flushed and sweating, and Aiden is kicked back against the cushions, relaxed with one arm casually slung around my waist, keeping me anchored against his stomach.
His other hand is working between my legs, slick with lube, sliding in and out of my hole in a slow, agonizingly lazy pace.
He’s been doing this for almost an hour. An hour.
Every time he pulls back, my hole clenches, begging him to stay, and every time he pushes back in, a wet, squelching sound fills the space between us. It’s loud enough to compete with the sports announcers blaring from the television speakers.
I let out a shaky breath through my nose, squeezing my eyes shut.
My cock is aching so badly it throbs. It’s been leaking precum for the last forty minutes.
I can feel a cold, sticky puddle pooling on the leather couch cushion beneath my thigh, a mess I’m going to have to clean up later, but right now I can’t string together enough thought to care.
Aiden reaches over to the coffee table. I feel his chest shift against my back, his bicep brushing my spine as he grabs his beer bottle.
He brings it to his lips, takes a casual sip, and swallows.
The glass clinks as he sets it back down.
He doesn’t miss a beat with his fingers.
He just keeps pumping them into me, dragging over my prostate with a lazy hook of his knuckles that sends heat down to my balls.
“Aiden,” I whine, unable to hold it in anymore. I adjust my weight, trying to press myself deeper onto his hand.
“Shh,” Aiden murmurs, distracted. He’s looking past my shoulder at the TV. “Hold still, baby. It’s third down.”
I want to scream. I want to throw my head back and beg him to fuck me, or at least let me touch myself, but both of my hands are pinned beneath his arm, trapped against his stomach so I can’t reach down. He won’t let me touch my own cock. He’s just letting me sit here and suffer.
He pulls his hand back slightly, the lube smacking wetly against my skin, and then he spreads his fingers. I gasp, my eyes flying open as he pushes back in, adding a third finger.
“Ah,” I gasp, my hips jerking up involuntarily as the stretch burns and then settles into a deep, hollow ache. “Ah, fuck.”
Aiden’s arm tightens around my waist, holding me in place as he sinks all three fingers to the knuckles. He twists his wrist, pressing the pads of his fingers into that sweet spot, and I bite down so hard on my lip I taste copper.
“I said hush, Jax,” Aiden scolds softly, pressing a quick kiss to the back of my neck. “I’m trying to hear the play.”
I let out a muffled whimper, tipping my head back against his chest. I’m trembling. My thighs are shaking from holding this position, my knees braced on the cushions on either side of his hips.
Aiden starts moving those three fingers, pulling them out slowly and then burying them back inside me. The stretch is incredible. It makes my stomach drop out, sending fresh arousal through my gut. More slick drips from the tip of my cock.
I try to obey. I try to be a good boy and stay quiet, but it’s getting impossible. Every time he hits my prostate, a breathy, stuttering moan crawls its way out of my throat. I sound pathetic. I sound like the slut Ryker keeps calling me, sitting naked on a guy’s lap and begging for his fingers.
“You’re so greedy today,” Aiden chuckles, finally glancing away from the screen. He looks down at where we’re joined, watching his fingers slide in and out of my pink, swollen hole. “Look at you taking three fingers so easy. Good boy.”
The praise makes my heart race faster. I roll my hips back, trying to take more of his hand, wanting the fullness.
“Please,” I pant. “Please, Aiden. Let me come.”
“Not yet,” Aiden says mildly, his attention already wandering back to the television. The crowd on the screen roars. “We’ve got a whole quarter left. You can handle a little more.”
I sob, my hips rocking against him in a desperate, messy rhythm. He chuckles again, taking another sip of his beer, his fingers continuing their torturous pace inside my ass. He really could do this all night.
The electronic chime of the front door unlocking comes from down the hallway.
Footsteps sound on the hardwood, followed by the low murmur of Ryker’s voice complaining about something on the drive back from the restaurant.
I shift my hips, but Aiden just pinches my waist and keeps rolling his knuckles over my prostate, holding me on the edge of ruining myself.
Ash and Ryker step into the living room and stop at the edge of the rug.
Ash is still in a suit from work, looking sharp and put together, Ryker in a dark button-down unfastened at the collar.
They take one look at the scene on the couch—me straddling Aiden naked, whining and dripping pre-cum all over the cushions—and they both break into matching grins.
Ryker crosses his arms, dark amusement settling over his sharp features as his eyes drag up and down my shivering body. “Well, what a thing to walk into.”
“Please,” I beg, throwing my pride out the window. I squirm on Aiden’s lap, reaching a shaking hand out toward Ash. “Please, I want to come. Help.”
Aiden tuts, his breath warm against my ear as he bites my earlobe. “Don’t cry to them.”
Ash laughs warmly as he steps closer, shrugging off his suit jacket and tossing it over the back of the armchair. He starts undoing his tie, pulling it loose from his collar as he drops to his knees on the rug between my parted legs.
“You shouldn’t keep him wound up for so long,” Ash chides gently, looking up at Aiden. His gaze drops down to my straining cock, his eyes darkening as he takes in the mess I’ve made. “It’s not nice.”
Aiden huffs and rolls his hips, sinking his fingers a little deeper into my ass just to prove a point. “He was fine. Jax can hold out longer than that, can’t you, baby?” He turns his head and presses a kiss into the side of my jaw, his stubble scratching against my skin.
I whimper, my nails digging into Aiden’s thighs. I can’t hold out. I’m literally going insane. My balls are aching so bad I feel dizzy.
Ash smiles, leaning forward so his breath fans across my stomach. “Still, it looks like he’s been behaving for a while.”
Ash wraps his hand around the base of my cock and takes me into his mouth.
I let out a loud, breathless moan, throwing my head back against Aiden’s shoulder as Ash’s hot, wet mouth surrounds me.
He swirls his tongue over the head, lapping up all the slick precum I’ve been leaking, and then sucks me deep while Aiden fucks my ass with his fingers.
Footsteps close the distance on the rug. Ryker steps up to the edge of the couch, unbuckling his belt and shoving his slacks down. He pulls his cock out, already hard, and grabs a fistful of my hair. He yanks my head forward, tilting my face down toward his groin.
“Open up,” Ryker commands.
I gasp and part my lips eagerly. Ryker pushes his cock into my mouth, sliding past my lips and bumping the back of my throat.
I adjust right away, my tongue flattening out to taste him.
I suck on his cock, licking the underside of his shaft, trying to take as much of him as I can while Ash bobs his head in my lap.
It’s too much. My senses are scrambling.
I’m tasting the salt and musk of Ryker on my tongue, feeling the slick, hot suction of Ash’s mouth on my dick, and Aiden is still relentlessly pumping his fingers in and out of my ass.
Every time Aiden hits that spot inside me, Ash pulls harder on my cock, and I end up gagging around Ryker.
The friction is everywhere. I’m drowning in them, surrounded by so much heat and skin I can barely breathe.
I don’t last another minute. I’m way too sensitive, way too wound up from Aiden edging me for the last hour.
“Ah!” I cry out around Ryker’s cock, my hips bucking against Aiden’s hand.
My body shudders, muscles locking up as the orgasm rips through me.
I come embarrassingly fast, spurting hard and spilling into Ash’s mouth.
My thighs shake so bad I can barely keep myself upright, my hands gripping Ryker’s hips just to stay anchored.
Ash collects it on his tongue, humming his approval against my skin, but then Aiden taps his shoulder.
“Give it,” Aiden says, holding his hand out flat beneath Ash’s chin.
Ash pulls back from my spent cock with a wet smacking sound. He tilts his head and lets my cum pool out of his mouth, dropping in a warm, stringy mess right into Aiden’s waiting palm.
Aiden pulls his fingers out of my ass with a loud pop.
I slump forward, panting, my back hitting his chest as he shifts his grip to my waist. He lifts me up, maneuvering my limp, drained body higher on his lap.
I watch, dazed and out of breath, as Aiden uses my own cum to slick up his cock, coating the head and the shaft in a slippery glaze.
“Sit down for me,” Aiden growls, holding my hips.