Viper (Hell's Handlers MC Book 9)

by Lilly Atlas

  GUMBY

  JAZZ WAS QUICKLY sucking his ability to think straight out his cock. Every time he nudged the back of her throat, she fucking hummed in appreciation or swallowed making him both praise her and curse her. “Jesus, baby, you’re killing me with that sinful mouth.”

  She gazed up at him, a wicked glint in her eye as she yet again tugged his legs nearly forcing him to thrust. He was trying his damnedest to keep the plunge of his hips gentle and not choke her, but fuck; there was only so much he could survive before the need to fuck like an animal took over.

  “Baby,” he said again, in warning this time just before a warm wet tongue licked up his spine.

  “Oh, fuck me.” He dropped forward, hands bracing on the mattress as the ability to remain upright fled.

  “Plan to, G. I plan to fuck you so goddammed good you’ll never remember a life before my cock and Jazz’s hot pussy.” Screw’s whispered words in his ear made him tremble in anticipation.

  With a snort, Gumby tried to clear his head enough to speak. To respond to the tiny thread of insecurity coming from Screw. “Already there, Luke. Cock or not, I can’t breathe without you two.”

  Screw nipped his neck at the same time Jazz cupped his balls. She gave the gentlest of tugs, sending a zing of white-hot pleasure up his spine and straight out his head. Before he had time to react, Screw’s hands closed on his ass and spread him apart.

  “Keep working his cock, Jazzy. I’m gonna get our guy ready to be fucked.”

  Gumby’s head fell forward on a groan. He’d never survive this. Already the pleasure bordered on pain and the need to come grew unbearable. He heard the sound of the lube bottle snicking open and sucked in a breath. What came next was something he’d barely participated in, even with Screw and Jazz. Only the most basic of ass play. Stroking over his hole, tapping it, the occasional blow of air from Screw, but he hadn’t been breached.

  Until now.

  The second the pad of Screw’s finger brushed over his hole, Gumby’s entire body clenched up. “Shhh,” Screw whispered in his ear, keeping a consistent pressure but not advancing the digit. “Take a second. Breathe. It’s just me. And I fucking love you, G.”

  He nodded, throat too tight to speak. The fact Screw wasn’t asking if he was sure or wanted to back out, meant the world to Gumby. He’d made up his mind and told Screw what he wanted. The other man knew he wasn’t wishy-washy but needed time to adjust.

  Beneath him, Jazzy popped off his dick and wiggled a bit. The next thing he knew her small hand closed around his wet dick, replacing her mouth. Now that she’d shifted, he was able to gaze into her eyes. She kept him steady as Screw increased the pressure and eventually slipped the tip of his finger into Gumby’s ass.

  “Shit,” he whispered as pressure like he’d never experienced expanded in him.

  “Do you have any idea how you look when you’re being pleasured?” Jazz said, hand jacking him with firm strokes.

  “Uhh…” Fuck, his brain barely worked.

  “Gorgeous.”

  “I’ve got nothing on you, baby,” he said before leaning down and kissing her. The taste of Jazz flooded his system and he thrust into her hand seeking relief. As he lost himself in his woman, Screw pulled his finger out and thrust back in with intent this time.

  “Fuck.”

  “Mmmm,” Jazz rumbled from her throat. “Feels good, right?”

  Screw did it again and again and Gumby found himself groaning as he felt his body relaxing and accepting the other man’s finger. And, fuck, Jazz was right. “Feels fucking amazing.”

  Screw continued to fuck him with his finger for a few moments. Surprisingly, after the first minute or two, Gumby found himself craving more. A deeper penetration, thicker fullness, just…more. “Screw,” he said, sounding like a man on the edge. His throat felt like he’d crawled through the desert for days without water.

  What was he even asking for? Pleading for?

  “I’ve got you.”

  A second finger jointed the first increasing the burn in his ass. “Christ,” he said. As he accepted the fiery feeling of being stretched, that in itself became a pleasure. “Jesus, I fucking love it.”

  Jazz jerked him a little faster and Screw increased the pace and force of his fucking. All of a sudden a white-hot zap of electricity unlike anything he’d ever felt shot through every inch of his body. He cried out, throwing his head back as he fought the strong need to come.

  “Shit, shit, shit. Fuck, you have to stop.”

  Both Jazz and Screw froze instantly. Jazz’s eyes widened and filled with concern. “We can stop. Of course, we will.”

  He kissed her hard, the sweet woman.

  “No, I don’t mean stop. You almost made me come.”

  She winked and Screw began to press hot, open mouthed kisses up and down his spine with his fingers still lodged deep in Gumby’s ass. “That’s fine by us. Pretty sure you’ll get hard all over again once Screw gets inside you.”

  If Screw so much as twitched, he’d hit Gumby’s prostate again and he’d come all the fuck over Jazz.

  Sounded like heaven, but he had other plans.

  “Not till I’m in you. Not until that pussy is milking me and I’m fucking you as hard as he’s fucking me. Doesn’t that sound even better, beautiful?”

  Jazz shivered and her eyes darkened. “Yeah, God, that sounds perfect.”

  “Get inside her, G,” Screw demanded in a harsh bark.

  “Yes, sir.” Gumby bit his lower lip and slid two fingers into Jazz. He mimicked Screw’s gentle fingering which he’d started up again.

  Beneath him, Jazz squirmed and whimpered but it soon turned into a needy whine. “Please, Will,” she begged, and he pressed a finger to her clit. She moaned and began to fuck herself on his fingers, much faster than he’d been doing.

  “Please what, Jazzy? You need something? Want me to give you something?”

  “Your dick,” she said, breathless. “Give me you dick.” Her back arched off the mattress. “Please, Gumby, fuck me. Now. Hard. Fast. I’m dying—oh, my God.”

  With one powerful pump of his hips, he thrust all the way inside her. That first push into the soaking wet heat of her body was always the best. The way she arched into him, curled her nails into his triceps, and gasped in pleasure.

  Fuck he loved it.

  As he let her adjust to his girth, the sound of Screw lubing up behind him reminded him of what was still to come.

  Finally, he was out to be connected to his two lovers in every way. This was the one thing their relationship had been missing. Not just the physical part of it, but he’d known they both wanted this. Wanted him to be able to let Screw into his body because it showed he’d fully let both Jazz and Screw into his life, heart and head in every single way that mattered. They were his, and he was one hundred percent theirs.

  As he felt the head of Screw’s dick line up with his hole, he stopped moving inside Jazz and let his head fall forward. She stroked over his arms, chest, and abdomen whispering how much she loved him, how loved she felt by him, how proud she was. Her murmured words wrapped themselves around his heart and chased away the voice of his father trying to sneak their way into his happiness.

  The poisonous bigotry of a man who never tried to understand or accept his son. Instead he spewed vile hatred and used his meaty fists to pound his disapproval into his only child. Gumby blamed his old man for the years he spent fearing his own sexuality. And he blamed him for making his two lovers wait for something so obviously right. He should have done this earlier. Given them this part of himself months ago. Not because it felt fucking incredible, but because it showed them how much he trusted, loved, and needed then in his life.

  “Do it, Luke,” he ground out. “Fuck me.”

  Then Screw was pushing forward with unrelenting, steady pressure. Yes, there was discomfort bordering on pain as his body expanded to accept Screw’s cock, but the second his guy breached the outer ring of muscle the pain disappeared, rep
laced by a tremendous and intense pressure.

  Not bad, not yet good, just intense.

  “Breathe,” Jazz whispered. “Screw can’t even talk right now; you feel so good around him. He’s clenching his jaw so hard it might shatter. His eyes are squeezed tight, nostrils flared. You’re wrecking his control.”

  “I’m gonna have bruises on my hips from his fingers.”

  Jazz smiled a knowing grin. “Yeah, I’ll just bet you are. You must be impossibly tight around him.”

  “You have no fucking idea,” Screw said, voice ragged as he fell forward, resting his head between Gumby’s shoulder blades. The feel of the sweat dampened strands of his longish hair tickled Gumby’s over-sensitized skin.

  “I do,” Gumby said. “I know exactly how good you feel. Why the fuck do you think I love having my dick in your ass? Now please fuck me so I can fuck our girl and give her what she needs.”

  “Greedy fuckers,” Screw mumbled making both of them chuckle. Then he groaned. “Jesus, don’t squeeze me like that, I’m gonna come before we get to have any real fun.”

  Then he drew back and snapped his hips forward, propelling Gumby into Jazz.

  All three of them hollered out nonsense Gumby couldn’t decipher. Christ, Screw was in him deep. And as a result, Gumby was just as deep in Jazz. They’d given up condoms for good months ago after getting tested together. The slick heat of Jazz’s channel clenching around his bare cock made his eyes roll back in his head. When combined with the thick, hard dick lodged in his ass, an epic battle to keep from blowing his load too fast ensued.

  “Again!” Gumby grabbed Jazz’s hands, interlaced their fingers, then slammed them on either side of her head as Screw punched his hips forward. Her tits bounced, the perfect visual to complete this feast for all his senses.

  Please, again, and again, and again.

  Screw must have read his mind. Or maybe he lost his own. With a near primal growl, he hammered forward and began to fuck Gumby with brutal, unrelenting strokes. After the first few, Screw shifted his hips and nailed Gumby’s prostate on every damn entry.

  “Fuck. Fuck!” He shouted as his vision blurred and his ears began to ring. He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t fucking think. All he could do was feel Jazz’s wet heat squeezing him from the front and Screw going to fucking town in the back. His entire body cracked and fizzed, drawing up too tight; shattering would be the only option. His balls ached, hanging heavy and demanding to unload.

  Beneath him, Jazz thrashed and began to babble in a high-pitched near shriek. The sharp prick of her nails pierced his sexual haze and his vision, cleared just in time to watch her neck arch and body shudder as the orgasm claimed her.

  “Fucking gorgeous,” Screw growled next to Gumby’s ear. He bit the lobe at the same time Screw hit Gumby’s prostate, and an aftershock caused Jazz’s pussy to spasm around him. The combination was more pleasure than any one man could have handled. His hands squeezed Jazz’s and he held himself deep inside her as a cataclysmic orgasm ripped through him.

  Screw fucked him through it, murmuring words of encouragement as Gumby cursed again and again.

  He was still trembling near sixty seconds later when Screw came as well.

  “Fuck, I love this ass, Luke,” he yelled before his heavy weight came down on Gumby’s body as though he no longer had the control to hold himself up. Screw’s hands joined his and Jazz’s in a hold on the bed.

  As Screw jerked and rutted above him, Gumby’s body still ground into Jazz’s. With a gasp, she pushed her pelvis hard against his. “Oh, my God, I think I’m coming again.” Then she bit her lower lip and her pussy was milking him once again.

  Did life get any fucking better than this?

  Sometime later, maybe an hour, maybe two they lay in the bed relaxing. Sweat had long cooled on their skin, limbs were entangled, and three sets of hands idly petted. Time didn’t matter. None of them had any task more pressing to attend to than soaking up time with each other.

  While Screw and Jazz had their eyes open and could have been asleep except for the wandering fingers, Gumby had been staring at the ceiling. What a lucky bastard he was. He had not only one but two incredible loves in his life who weren’t only patient with him, but who loved him enough to confront issues and work to resolve them.

  Finding someone who loved you unconditionally was a rare feat, let alone finding two.

  “I’m sorry,” he said as he smoothed his hand over the top of Screw’s hairy thigh where it rested across his stomach. With Jazz curled on the other side of him running her fingers up and down his torso, he was still between his lovers. A rare spot for him. Typically, Jazz slept in the middle, flanked by her bikers.

  Screw’s eyes popped open and he frowned. Jazz’s hand stopped moving and her mouth turned down as well.

  “You don’t need—”

  He placed a finger over her lips to shush her, but of course the vixen had to nip the tip, making his dick jerk. “I just want to get this out.”

  With a nod, Jazz plastered herself even closer, resting her chin on his chest.

  “We’re here. We’re listening,” Screw said with a rare serious expression.

  “I’ve wanted this for a long time. As far as I’ve come feeling confident in who I am, there was still this voice in my head beating me down. My fucking sperm donor’s voice.”

  “If that motherfucker were still alive…” Screw kissed his shoulder.

  “I’d be right there beside you.” Jazz’s miffed tone had Gumby chuckling.

  “Thankfully, he’s not. But the bottom line is, I’m sorry I flaked out on you two for a few days. My head got the better of me, and I didn’t even realize I was stressing you out or that you’d worry about my commitment to this relationship. It was selfish. I don’t have even a flicker of doubt about either of you. I love you and I’m not going any-fucking-where.”

  “Baby, you don’t owe us an apology at all,” Jazz said, eyes watery. “We love you as much as you love us. Neither of us can know how it felt growing up as you did. And we don’t expect the damage your father did will just disappear because we want it to. It will probably take work for the rest of your life to keep his voice at bay.”

  “But the next time it happens, talk to us, G. Like Jazzy said, we love your ass and we’re here for you. If it’s space you need to think through shit, we’ll give it to you. If you need to talk we’ll give you that too. Anything you need. Especially if you need a good fucking like you did today.” He winked.

  Gumby’s heart filled near to capacity. Never before had he experienced what he’d felt every single day of his life since he’d met these two incredible people. Happiness, contentment, excitement, pride.

  It all came from loving and being loved by Jazz and Screw.

  “I can do that,” he said.

  “Good.” Jazz smiled and slid her leg across his body. Before he knew it, she was straddling him, those pretty tits drawing both his and Screw’s attention.

  “Shit, I need one of those babies in my mouth.” Screw licked his lips.

  “So do I.” Gumby was already curling up to a sitting position.

  Jazz smirked. “Lucky for you boys, I have two,” she said as she cupped her tits in offering.

  Seeing her so confident and playful in her nudity where just a few months ago she struggled to even bare herself to them made Gumby even harder. His woman was badass.

  “We’re all lucky to have two,” Screw said in a serious tone, and they all knew he wasn’t talking about Jazz’s body but the fact they each had two lovers.

  “Forever,” Jazz whispered.

  “Forever,” Gumby said as Screw nodded, his eyes suspiciously wet.

  At this point, nothing could ever convince him what they had wasn’t right.

  It was goddammed everything.

  Thank you so much for reading VIPER. If you enjoyed it, please consider leaving a review on Amazon or Goodreads.

  Other books by Lilly Atlas

 
No Prisoners MC

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  Trident Ink

  Escapades

  Hell’s Handlers MC

  Zach

  Maverick

  Jigsaw

  Copper

  Rocket

  Little Jack

  Joy

  Screw

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  Lilly Atlas is an award-winning contemporary romance author. She’s a proud Navy wife and mother of three spunky girls. Every time Lilly downloads a new eBook she expects her Kindle App to tell her it’s exhausted and overworked, and to beg for some rest. Thankfully that hasn’t happened yet so she can often be found absorbed in a good book.