“I want both of you out of those clothes,” I growl, feeling needy as hell.
Clothes hit the floor in a blur, and suddenly we’re all naked—skin pressed to skin, cocks hard and leaking, bodies humming with what’s about to happen. I’m already so close to the edge I could lose it before anything even starts.
The last time I felt like this was when I was with—No. Can’t go there. That door stays shut.
I’m kissing Jasper while Zeke grinds our cocks together until I’m seeing stars.
“Holy shit,” I groan, rutting against him, “Why does your dick feel so fucking good against mine?”
Zeke’s lips graze my neck. “Because it’s us. Because it’s you. And fuck, I want to hear the sounds you make when you come for us.”
“I wanna watch you pound Zeke’s ass,” Jasper pants into my mouth.
“What do you say, Rome? You wanna sink that thick cock in me?”
“Fuck me…” Jasper groans, falling back against the pillows while his hand works his length. “I’d give my right nut to watch that.”
I’ve done this before with girls, never with guys. But ass is ass. Flesh and heat and the same tightness, no matter who it belongs to.
I know this should feel like a bigger step than it does, but it doesn’t. Not with them. Not when the need to feel both of them wipes out every other thought until giving in is the only thing I can do.
“On your back,” I order, and Zeke stretches out across the mattress.
Jasper leans in and kisses him, and I can’t look away. The wet slide of their mouths and the whimpers they can’t hold back—it all goes straight through me, making my mouth water and my pulse race.
Fuck, I want this.
I want them.
Before I can overthink it, I’m on Zeke, dragging my tongue along the thick vein running up his cock. I swallow him down, and the pure masculine taste of him isnothing like I expected but everything I’ve been craving. I wrap my fist around the base, stroking what I can’t take while I suck hard around the head, hollowing my cheeks and letting him feel every bit of it.
“Fuck, Rome,” Zeke groans, his hips bucking up.
Okay. He’s into it. Good to know.
“Show me what else he likes,” I rasp as I release him and look over at Jasper. He just grins, and the two of us settle between Zeke’s thighs like we’ve done this a hundred times before.
Jasper grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into a kiss, groaning the second he tastes Zeke on my tongue.
That’s when it really hits me—not all at once, but slowly, in the unhurried stroke of Jasper’s tongue against mine.
The trust.
The heat.
The fucking rightness of it.
When he finally pulls back, he reaches for the lube and squeezes it over his fingers, handing it to me without a word. Ifollow his lead, hands a little shaky as I slick my fingers and trail them down between Zeke’s cheeks. When Jasper sinks the first finger in, Zeke moans, rolling his hips up to meet him.
“Fuck yes. Give me more.”
I press a finger in alongside Jasper’s, our knuckles brushing as we scissor him open together.
“Get inside me, Roman,” Zeke begs, breathless, his head thrown back as a sheen of sweat coats his chest.
I freeze, my heart pounding in my throat. “Please tell me you’ve got condoms. I’m pretty sure my dick will never forgive either of you if you don’t.”
“We don’t fuck around,” Jasper says, and suddenly his hand is under my jaw, tilting my face until I have no choice but to meet his molten-brown eyes. “It’s just us. If you’re good, we’re good.”
