Chapter 8
CHAPTER
EIGHT
JASPER
I’ve never chosen food faster in my fucking life, and when I tell you I practically ran back to the cabin, I mean it. I’d bet my left nut Roman and Zeke started without me.
I bust through the door, the freezing air following me before I kick it shut behind me.
The takeout bags hit the kitchen counter with a careless thud, forgotten about completely.
Without slowing down, I move to the bedroom, and my eyes land on the bed.
Zeke’s straddling Roman’s lap, grinding down on him, while their mouths are fused in a kiss that’s nothing short of desperate.
“Fuckers,” I growl, already stripping my jacket off and dragging my T-shirt over my head. “I knew you’d start without me.”
Not that I’m complaining—the view’s fucking delicious.
Roman breaks away from Zeke’s mouth just long enough to shoot me a look that could drop me to my knees. “Get over here and fill our boy’s ass.”
“Yes, sir,” I mutter, shoving my jeans down my hips, cock already hard at the sight of them.
Zeke and Roman’s grunts fill the air, and a shudder runs through me at how fucking beautiful they sound together.
Watching them like this is one of my favorite things in the world.
These moments are the only time my brain shuts the hell up.
Everything else disappears except for what’s right in front of me.
Them.
Mine.
My guys.
My whole goddamn world, right here.
Desperate, filthy, and beautiful in ways nothing else could ever fucking touch.
I climb onto the bed and pull Zeke back, tilting his face and kissing him like the desperate bastard I am before leaning forward and giving Roman my tongue. Pulling back, I brush my nose against his and haul Zeke back by the hips, forcing him onto his knees between us.
“You lucky fucker,” I growl, knowing Roman’s about to get the show of his life.
“Getting to feel every thrust through his throat? Fucking heaven.”
“Less talking, more eating my ass,” Zeke demands, breathless and needy, grinding back against me like he’s trying to get himself off by friction alone.
Bending down, I run my tongue up the length of Zeke’s cock before dragging it over his balls and up to his ass, and fuck, my eyes automatically roll back because he always tastes like heaven.
The noises he makes when my tongue’s on him and the way his thighs start to tremble under my grip—nothing I’ve ever chased comes close to this.
When I push my tongue inside him, Zeke damn near loses it, rutting shamelessly against my mouth.
I fumble open the nightstand drawer, not bothering to look, and grab the lube.
My fingers are slick in seconds. One presses into him slowly, just enough to stretch and tease, while my other hand wraps tight around his cock.
“Fuck, Jasper,” he pants out, pushing back onto my hand. “That feels so good.”
Roman’s hips snap forward as he thrusts into Zeke’s mouth. “Open that throat. That’s it… just like that.”
I can barely fucking breathe watching Zeke choke himself on Roman’s dick while he fucks back onto my fingers. When I finally drag them out of him, he shudders hard, already close to blowing.
“Easy, baby,” I rasp, slicking up my cock, fist working fast because I’m right there with him—so damn close, I can barely see straight.
I line up at his entrance, pressing against that tight ring of muscle until he starts to give, and I watch every inch of me disappear.
It’s never just sex with them.
It’s worship.
It’s fucking home.
I’ll never get enough of filling Zeke up.
One of these days, I’m going to break Roman down too.
I’m gonna fuck the fight right out of him.
He likes to play the big, bad dominant and swears he’s strictly a top, but I see it.
Every time we switch, his eyes track the movement like he’s trying not to imagine himself there.
One day, baby.
“You want this?” Roman growls, fisting Zeke’s hair as he offers himself again.
Lucky asshole—this time I mean Zeke because Roman’s cock is exquisite, and that piercing hits spots that make you see stars.
Zeke groans, and fuck if it doesn’t make me snap. I drive into him harder, faster, hitting deep with every thrust, using Zeke’s tight, wrecked body to fuck with Roman from the inside out.
If this is the only way I can top our captain for now, then I’m damn well gonna take it.
“Fuck, Jasper. He’s sucking me all the way down. Keep fucking him like that.”
Zeke’s got this gift—no-hands orgasm. Just a cock in his throat, another in his ass, and he’s gone. Fucking prodigy our boy is, and knowing I can get him there every single time makes me feel like a god.
“Show us what our cock-drunk boy can do, Zeke,” I growl, slamming into him so hard the bed rocks. “Let go for us.”
Like it was written into his bones, Zeke pulls off Roman’s cock with a filthy, wet pop, making these broken sounds as I pound into him harder.
“Fuck—yes—holy shit,” Zeke cries out, his body locking up before shuddering violently.
Roman catches Zeke’s release in his palm, that devil’s smirk spreading across his face. He slicks his pierced cock with it, jerking himself off rough and fast, his head slamming back against the headboard as he chases his release, and Jesus, I can’t tear my eyes away.
Zeke’s gone boneless around me while our captain puts on a show, and between this vice-grip ass and Roman losing it, I’m about to fucking detonate.
“Keep going,” I growl at Roman, fucking into Zeke like I’m trying to push him through the bed. “Fucking come for us,” I demand, and Roman’s whole body goes rigid.
The second his cum starts painting his abs, my orgasm tears through me, and I bury myself balls-deep inside Zeke, emptying into him.
“Fuuuck,” I choke out, sagging against Zeke’s back, still pulsing inside him.
Roman slumps against the headboard, chest heaving, his hand lazily dragging through the mess across his stomach.
I ease out of Zeke and collapse beside him, the three of us ending up in a sweaty heap of satisfaction.
“Jesus, I love you both so much. That was…” My voice trails off, words failing me as I try to catch my breath.
“Yeah, baby, it was,” Roman murmurs.
“Permission to talk about she-who-must-not-be-named?” I mumble against his skin, still drunk off both of them.
“Go for it, but only because I’m still high enough from coming that I can’t bring myself to knock your ass out.” Roman laughs while his fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin.
“As much as being with you two is more than enough for me and always will be. Tell me you haven’t thought about Addison sitting on your face while we’re together like that.”
Roman groans, throwing his arm over his eyes like that might block out the memories. Because he knows exactly how she tastes, and I can’t pretend I’m not jealous as hell.
“She ruined me for any other pussy, but my dick wasn’t enough, so let’s not go down that road.”
“Come on, man,” Zeke says, reaching out to stroke Roman’s skin. “You know that was all about Coach—”
“Still couldn’t make her stay, could I?”
“You are enough. I know you know that now,” I say, reaching for his hand and twisting our fingers together while my other hand strokes through Zeke’s hair.
“I know Addie’s with Mikey, but if she weren’t, if you had the chance, would you take it?” Zeke asks.
“Without a shadow of a doubt, and I wouldn’t stop until she was clawing me to pieces. You?”
Zeke nods. “The attraction never went away. But we know it’s all of us or none of us.”
I turn my head, locking eyes with Roman. “What about you, Captain?”
“Honestly? I don’t know…” He lets the words sit there for a second before pushing through them.
“But I get it. I always have, and she’s never been off the table when it comes to you two.
And yeah, I’d love to fuck you both while you’re touching her, but my hands on her body?
Pretty sure it would kill me a little, and I’m not willing to put myself through it. ”