Club Zombie 1-4

by Z. Allora

  Keith teased Corey through the fabric, causing more moaning that filtered through their kiss, which appeared endless.

  Corey started guiding Jackson’s head, and that was it.

  Keith pulled back from the kiss to cry out, “Jax, Corey… yes.” He came to a shaking orgasm.

  As he filled Jackson’s mouth, Jackson let himself be swept away on his mate’s conclusion and joined him in pleasure. He throbbed and came in his underwear as his mate’s taste sparked off joy in his mouth. On and on it went.

  Time ceased to matter until Corey moaned, needing him. Jackson tried to reach for Corey’s cock, but he was dragged off his knees.

  Corey reached into Jackson’s underwear and collected his come. He brought his fingertips to his lips and licked. He shivered and gave a long, “Mmmm.”

  God, Corey was the sexiest thing on the planet when he wanted to be.

  “Now kiss me,” Corey commanded him.

  The demand went right through him. If Jackson hadn’t just come, he would have lost it in a major way. Wait! Clarity snapped him back from orgasmland. “But if—”

  “I know.” Corey was clear on the ramifications.

  Keith’s sharp intake of breath meant he too understood the significance of the request. “Are you sure, Corey?”

  “Jesus, you two are enough to kill a guy’s penile volcanic eruption,” Corey grumbled as he palmed his cock.

  “We need better sex dialogue.” Keith batted Corey’s hand away and replaced it with his large palm.

  Jackson dipped his head and touched his lips to Corey’s with tender care. A soft moan escaped between them. Corey’s lips parted and were pliant underneath his. Jackson took the invitation and slid his tongue along Corey’s lower lip and then nipped the pouty lips.

  Keith worked Corey’s cock between them. Corey stared into Jackson’s eyes before sweeping his tongue. Keith’s taste still coated his mouth.

  Corey’s groan of satisfaction was muffled by Jackson. He thrust into Keith’s hand and rubbed his chest against Jackson as he came. Hot, wet spurts of his pleasure painted Jackson and Keith.

  Finally Corey stopped writhing between him and Keith and gave them a relaxed grin. True to form, he said, “See, I told you I was great at Twister.”

  14

  Exchange

  Only the pelicans flew across the horizon. The beach was empty. The sun was setting, and Keith’s condo was almost in sight.

  Corey couldn’t make it another step, and more to the point, he didn’t want to. “You guys have marched me for miles.”

  “Jump on. I’ll give you a piggyback ride.” Keith leaned over.

  “Hell to the yes!” Corey wreathed his arms around Keith’s shoulders and jumped onto him. He wrapped his legs around Keith’s waist. Holding Keith felt right, the same way holding Jackson made him feel.

  Keith trudged down the beach as if Corey weighed nothing, and wasn’t that just hot?

  Jackson looked up at Corey and gave him a smirk.

  “What?”

  Shaking his head, Jackson said, “Nothing.”

  Keith’s back muscles were undulating against Corey’s cock. Jesus, not the time to go hard. Soon Keith’s condo came into view.

  “Thank you, kind sir, but I’ll get down here.” As his feet touched the ground, he announced, “I’d like to sit here and watch the sunset.”

  And let my dick calm down.

  Keith lingered at the water’s edge, but Jackson plopped down next to him.

  Corey dropped his head to rest on Jackson’s wide shoulder. Whatever the decades of waiting for their third had done to their relationship, finding Keith had gifted them back their original connection.

  Jackson took Corey’s hand and brushed the grains of sand away. Then he kissed each of Corey’s fingertips.

  Affection and love threatened to burst Corey’s heart wide open.

  Touching Corey’s new earring, Jackson asked, “When did you get a second hole on your left ear?”

  “This morning in the bathroom.” Corey touched the earring. It throbbed like a bitch. He’d put ice on it later… maybe.

  He shared a grin with Jackson, who knew the score. Corey had pierced his right ear for himself being a bottom, and his left ear for Jackson as the top. The second piercing on his left was for Keith.

  “So—”

  Corey nodded but didn’t say more.

  Joining them, Keith dropped onto the sand on the other side of Corey.

  His two men, one on either side of him as if protecting him from everything he needed protecting from… including himself. He was enough, and when he would forget, they would be there to remind him.

  Corey took Jackson’s hand and kissed the palm. Then he grabbed Keith’s and did the same.

  Keith’s eyes glistened in the setting sun. “You really have forgiven me.”

  The way Keith’s voice broke over the words made Corey’s heart squeeze. “I have. Do you want to be our mate?”

  Jackson turned his head to him so fast, Corey heard his neck crack.

  Keith inhaled and exhaled in his slow measured way. “If you both want that—”

  “We do,” Jackson quickly answered for them.

  Corey chuckled. “We definitely do.”

  “Then yes, I want very much to be both of yours.”

  Pulling Jackson’s and Keith’s heads in front of his, Corey drew them into a three-way kiss. The kiss was sloppy. Lips missed their targets and tongues licked off-center, but fire flashed between them.

  If they kept going, they would be breaking several Folly Beach decency laws. If glass bottles were forbidden, Corey was pretty sure blowjobs and fucking on the beach was strictly prohibited.

  He pulled back. “Let’s go home.”

  “Home, home?” Jackson asked.

  “Yes, I… um, think we should visit the bench.”

  Jackson studied him. “I totally agree.”

  “What bench?” Keith asked in an uncertain tone that suggested he wasn’t used to not being in the know.

  Corey opened his mouth, but Jackson said, “If we pack up now, we can be home by midnight.”

  “Come on.” Corey dragged Keith and Jackson behind him. Decision made. He was ready. They were ready. Jesus, it was well past time.

  “What’s the hurry?” Keith asked.

  “I’m done waiting.” Corey couldn’t be more clear, but he added, “Ruffles is going to love his new home.”

  Jackson squeezed his hand, but Keith didn’t. Even his silence seemed puzzled.

  It was 12:30 a.m. when Corey and Jackson led Keith to their bench. The petals from the tree had almost all fallen, but the moon cast beautiful shadows through the branches.

  With a nod of understanding, Jackson suggested, “Let’s sit.”

  He and Corey put Keith in the middle of the bench, and then they both dropped to their knees.

  “Robert gave me this. To make things easier.” Corey unsheathed the tiny scalpel.

  Keith inhaled a choked sob. “We’re doing this now. I….”

  “Keith, this is where Jackson and I did our exchange. Will you join us and be our mate?” Corey was done playing games.

  “Yes.” Keith’s strangled word was barely audible.

  Jackson muttered, “A-fucking-men.”

  Corey tried hard to glare at Jackson but wound up smirking. “Ruining the romance of the moment, aren’t you?”

  “With fucking… never.” Jackson turned to Keith and asked, “Will you be my mate too?”

  “Of course.” Keith pressed his lips together because it seemed if he didn’t, he’d lose it. If he couldn’t manage to hold it together, how could Corey? And if Corey let emotion reign, he didn’t know how he’d get it back together anytime soon.

  “Woot. Yes.” Jackson held his fist out, and the two fist-bumped.

  Corey pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m mating two bros.”

  “Yup, you’re lucky like that.” Jesus, if Jackson had gone to college, he would hav
e definitely been a frat boy.

  Mmmm, yes. I’m getting two delicious frat boys… who are also the best people I know, but fuck, how is this my life? He, Jackson, and Keith were really doing this… together. “Like all my fantasies in one.”

  Keith held his fingers out to Corey. Well, whoever said the subs were always in control weren’t wrong.

  Corey poked one of Keith’s fingers on each hand, and blood instantly rose. Damn, this little thing was sharp.

  He touched the sharp metal to two of Jackson’s fingers and then two of his own. “Fuck.”

  “Not yet,” Keith teased.

  Jackson snorted. “Maybe later?”

  “What do I do?” Keith glanced between them.

  Corey took one of Keith’s hands, and Jackson took the other.

  “I give myself to both of you and take only what you freely give.” Corey couldn’t help if his voice broke a little.

  Jackson and Keith both repeated those words to him and to each other.

  For two decades, this was everything Corey had yearned to have. He was going to bind himself to his third and final mate.

  He was getting watery. Couldn’t have that. “I hope you and Jackson take more than that, Keith.”

  Keith and Jackson chuckled.

  “Of course, there are exceptions….” Keith’s words rolled over Corey, making him want to beg.

  Instead he shrugged. “Story of my life. I’m always the exception.”

  Jackson smiled at him with so much love and sincerity it almost hurt. “You are exceptional.”

  Keith added, “Always have been and always will be.”

  Corey’s heart opened and welcomed Keith in.

  They were ready. Corey and Jackson each held up their hand to Keith, and he did the same. “One, two…. Mmmm.”

  Corey couldn’t even taste the blood because the overwhelming binding blocked everything else out. The hole in their world became filled with Keith. Everything fell into place.

  “Just to be sure.” He held his finger near Jackson’s mouth.

  Jackson sucked the blood off Corey’s finger while Corey deep-throated Jackson’s.

  Moaning, Jackson took back his finger, and Corey huffed out a pout.

  Elbowing him, Jackson reminded, “We’ve got something else to suck. You’re going to love his cock.”

  “Yeah?” Corey quickly undid Keith’s jeans. He’d seen and held Keith before, but never tasted him directly.

  Jackson explained, “Corey’s a cock connoisseur.”

  Snorting, Corey fished Keith’s dick out from behind his zipper. His cock stood long, thick, and proud. His veins made Corey want to follow the ridges with his tongue. “Oh my God. A plus, plus, plus.”

  “Yeah,” Jackson agreed and rubbed Corey’s back. “That’s a cock to worship, huh?”

  “Definitely. Come here and help me suck our mate.” He reverently gave Keith’s shaft a stroke, and the cock hardened even more in Corey’s hands.

  Jackson edged closer and pressed against Corey.

  “I’m going to be greedy because you’ve already had him a bunch.”

  “Deep-throat him, baby. Show him how good you are.” Jackson kissed his neck before putting a bit of pressure on the back of his head.

  Corey opened his mouth and let Keith in.

  Keith gasped. “So hot.”

  He wasn’t sure if he meant Corey’s mouth or the visual of Jackson and him on their knees starting to suck him off, but then Corey realized he didn’t care. He focused on sucking off his mate.

  He continued to slide Keith to the back of his mouth, and after the slightest of pauses took him into his throat.

  Keith shifted on the bench. His fists clenched and finally found their way to Corey’s head. Gentle fingers combed through Corey’s hair… way too tentatively.

  Corey slid to the tip and licked around Keith’s crown. “I’m going to deep-throat you, and you’re going to help make me. Can you do that?”

  Keith stared at him with an open mouth.

  “He can. I know he can. Right, Keith?” Jackson got a lick or two in.

  Keith’s “Yeah…” sounded more like a question, but Corey helped wrap his hand in Corey’s hair.

  “Jackson, guide him. You know what I need.”

  Jackson’s deep growl excited Corey. “I will. You worry about taking him down your talented throat.”

  A bit of defiance raced through Corey. He delicately teased Keith’s cock with his tongue. He amused himself by tracing each and every vein until Keith was leaking. The scent made him drunk with need and power.

  “Ow! Why did you smack me?” He rubbed his ass where Jackson swatted him. Corey wished he could look put out by the spank, but it simply turned him on, making him want more.

  “Quit teasing him and give him your throat.” Jackson put enough dominance in his voice.

  Keith panted. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

  Well, in that case, game-playing was over. Corey slid the monster dick to the back of his mouth and down his throat. He started bobbing his head up and down.

  Fingers tightened in his hair, and Corey wasn’t sure if it was Jackson asserting his dominance or Keith’s patience running out.

  “Going to come,” Keith whimpered.

  Needing to taste him, Corey pulled back so Keith’s tip was riding his tongue.

  His eyes darted to Jackson, who looked so damned proud of him.

  Corey didn’t know what to do with all the emotions tripping through him, so he wrapped a hand around Keith and jacked him off into his mouth.

  A strangled moan made Corey shiver as he swallowed Keith’s essence.

  A jolt of power, energy, and love cascaded through Corey as he swallowed.

  Keith pulsed five more shots, filling his mouth.

  Corey didn’t swallow all of it, but turned to Jackson and filled his mouth with what Jackson needed.

  “Mmmm,” Jackson moaned as he gulped down the load Corey shared with him.

  Corey turned back to Keith, who looked at both of them with a dreamy expression as he said, “That was amazing.”

  “I know, right?” Corey sniffled, but he had to go with snark.

  Tracing his left ear, Keith asked, “You got another piercing?”

  Corey touched his ear. “Yeah, these are both of you… my tops… my mates, and the one in my right ear is me.”

  “You’re alone?” Keith’s voice was full of concern and worry.

  “Never, he knows he’s our focus. He’s what will bind us together.” The glint in Jackson’s eyes echoed the determination in his tone.

  Keith leaned down and nibbled on his ear, sending shivers through Corey. Effervescent bubbles of joy swirled around Corey… and his mates.

  Keith and Jackson shared a look and then grabbed Corey and set him on the bench.

  “Whew, yes! That unspoken bro talk is hot.” Corey giggled as Keith and Jackson fought his jeans.

  He spread his arms out on the back of the bench and did a bit of squirming to make sure the odds of winning against his tight denim were in their favor. When his ass finally sat on the bench bare, he knew they’d all won.

  His two mates on their knees in front of him. His mates… both of them. All for him. It was all too much. “I don’t know what to do.”

  “You don’t have to do anything but let us love you.” Keith’s eyes sparkled.

  The L-word bounced around between them, and they each smiled with a happiness Corey didn’t know was possible.

  Jackson held Corey’s erection out in Keith’s direction. “Well, maybe you need to decide if you come quietly or screaming our names, letting everyone know you’re ours.”

  Jackson and Corey moaned at the same time as Keith took Corey’s dick into his mouth.

  “Holy fuck me.” Corey tightened his hands on the bench.

  Keith slid his mouth up and off. “I thought we’d start with the blowjob first.”

  Corey tried to laugh, but a gasp came out. He thrus
t toward their mouths.

  Jackson teased the tip of Corey’s cock.

  Ducking his head, Keith licked Corey’s ball sac. His tongue pushed back, tracing across his taint.

  Tipping his hips up, Corey threw a leg over each of their shoulders. “Fuck me.”

  “With my tongue?” Keith teased, and then circle-licked over Corey’s hole again and again. Finally he dipped a little bit of tongue into his hole, driving Corey mad.

  “Please.” Corey tried to scoot forward, but since he was already twisted into a pretzel, he couldn’t go far.

  “Let’s do this.” Jackson used his team voice.

  Corey gasped, “Oh fuck!”

  Keith stabbed his tongue inside Corey. The penetrating lick felt like a tiny dick, nudging all the places he needed.

  Jackson slid his mouth down on Corey’s dick. He glanced into Corey’s eyes and began to suck.

  “I’m not going to last.”

  Keith stopped tongue-fucking his ass. “Can I, Jax?”

  His wet lips slid over Corey’s cock and down his pole.

  Can he— “Oh yes!”

  Jackson took over rimming and poking his butt with a tongue in just the right rhythm.

  His two mates were taking care of his every need. His mates! Plural! He had his mates with him. Corey’s heart felt close to bursting, but before any sentimental bullshit could drop from his mouth, his balls drew up and his asshole tightened around Jackson’s tongue. Waves of ecstasy started in his core and spread, overwhelming him into a hard orgasm.

  He came in Keith’s throat until Keith slid back to finish him off in his sucking mouth. “Fuck!”

  Jackson took out his tongue nice and slow. He took Corey’s cock from Keith and showed how Corey liked a tongue firmly licked around the crown of his dick.

  Keith tugged Jackson into a kiss, and Corey’s come seeped from the corners of their mouths. Their tongues, coated in his essence, tangled.

  Jackson moaned and rutted his lower half against Keith.

  “Yes, baby, come from drinking my essence that Keith fed you.”

  Keith smiled and then twirled his tongue in nice firm strokes, bringing Corey happy shivers. Jackson kissed his mouth.