Screw

by Atlas, Lilly

  He crawled up onto the bed over her body, to give her a shiver-inducing kiss. As she and Screw tangled tongues, Gumby peeled her yoga pants down. “Jesus,” he said once the red thong which perfectly matched her bra came into view.

  “Fuck!” Screw suddenly yelled, ripping his mouth from her.

  Jazz peaked over his shoulder to see Gumby stroking a finger up and down the crease between Screw’s ass cheeks.

  “You want up in there?” he asked, breathless.

  “Yes,” Gumby answered. “Sometime soon. But tonight, my dick’s in the mood for pussy.”

  Something passed between the two men. A look of understanding she didn’t quite grasp. As though they had some inside experience, she hadn’t been privy to. Had her brain been functioning at full capacity she’d have made a mental note to ask later.

  “Come here and look at her,” Gumby ordered in a no-nonsense voice.

  “What?” Somehow, she’d imagined they avoided looking too closely at her body. Being naked was one thing, being scrutinized was another. “No.”

  “Hey.” Screw barked out the word with enough strength she immediately sought his gaze. He captured her face between two strong palms. “You’re fucking gorgeous, scars and all. I’m gonna look at you, Jazzy. We’re gonna look at this beautiful body, so get used to it.” He tempered his severe words with a wink.

  Her heart melted. Shit. How was she supposed to keep this physical when they knew exactly how to get under her skin?

  “Besides,” Screw said. “I’m pretty damn sure I left a few marks of my own last night and I’d like to see my handiwork. Sit up a bit.”

  Heat rushed to her face, same as it had when she’d forced herself to look in the mirror that morning. There’d been no less than five hickeys overtop of the largest of her scars.

  When she lifted to her elbows, he reached under her. One flick of the wrist and he had her bra open like some kind of underwear magician. Screw then pushed off her, taking the satin bra with him before moving to stand by Gumby at the foot of her bed. “Damn, baby, those are some sexy panties you got on there.”

  Lying there, with her feet on the floor, legs slightly spread under the perusal of two of the most attractive men she’d ever met took all her courage. Her hands itched to move to her breasts. To cover the scarred mounds and misshapen nipples. Though as she’d learned last night, those nipples were anything but insensate and man she’d like to feel one of their lips on them again.

  “Jazmine, you see how hard we are, right? You see how much we both want you? How sexy we think that body is?”

  “Hey!” Screw said in an overly affronted tone. He wrapped a hand around Gumby’s cock. “I’d like to think this bad boy isn’t all for her.”

  How had she never realized how hot it would be to watch two men together? But then, maybe it wasn’t all men she liked to watch getting each other off. Maybe it was just these two. Whatever it was, she hoped one time she could simply sit back and watch them pleasure themselves. Tonight, she was feeling selfish and too needy to simply observe.

  “Screw,” Gumby said, voice ragged. “Be a good boy and go suck Jazzy’s tits while I see how ready she is to fuck us.”

  Oh. My. God. Where had that commanding tone come from? She’d expected it from Screw, but to see Gumby turn all alpha dog was hot as could be.

  With a sexy growl, Screw gave Gumby one last squeeze, kissed him square on the mouth then came around to the side of the bed. He dropped down to his knees, resting his elbows on the bed.

  He reached out, cupping one breast and thumbing her nipple. She shifted as the sensation zinged straight to her pussy.

  “So responsive,” he rumbled.

  Gumby lowered to his knees as well, pushing her legs apart as he sank. “So wet as well. Goddamn, Jazzy this thong is fucking soaked.”

  “I was thinking about Henry Cavill while you guys were undressing.”

  Screw tweaked her nipple. “Watch it, sassy.”

  Jazz laughed until Screw’s mouth closed over her nipple making her back arch and dragging a moan from deep within. God, the hot, wet, tug of the suction made the emptiness between her legs feel so weighted. She was seconds away from begging Gumby to fuck her when his fingers rubbed over her wet thong.

  When her hips wiggled, seeking more contact, he chuckled. “Impatient?”

  “Yes! Oh, fuck,” she cried out as Screw switched breasts, sucking hard. She fisted his long hair, holding him against her as his soft beard tickled her skin.

  With one finger, Gumby hooked her thong and dragged it away from her pussy before taking a long lick of her juices.

  She gasped, arching her back and pushing her breast farther into Screw’s mouth. Before she even had time to process the amazing feelings flooding through her, Gumby slid a long finger into her channel and sucked her clit at the same time.

  So many—almost too many—sensations bombarded. Two mouths, two sets of hands, two men. “Please,” she said on a moan.

  Screw looked her in the eye. “Please what, baby.”

  “Please tell him to fuck me. I need it now.”

  He kissed her, pulling and tugging her nipples which did nothing to ease the intensity of the moment. “You heard the woman,” he said.

  When Gumby’s finger and mouth left her, she almost cried out in protest but managed to hold it in since what was coming promised to be even better.

  “Condom?”

  Shit. She was so far gone she’d never have thought of it on her own.

  “Got a few in my jeans.” Screw kissed her again. “Never leave home without ’em.” He winked and it was just so typical Screw she couldn’t help but laugh.

  Gumby was only gone about twenty seconds, but far be it for Screw to waste those precious ticks of the clock. He glided his hand down her body, straight between her legs. Gumby returned just as Screw shoved two thick fingers inside her.

  She fought the heaviness in her eyelids as Gumby positioned himself between her legs. Jesus, watching him roll the condom down his healthy length while Screw fingered her was like being privy to her own live sex show. Or being a part of one.

  When the latex was in place, Gumby scooped her legs up and knelt between her spread thighs. Screw withdrew his fingers, holding them to Gumby’s lips. As Gumby licked Screw’s fingers clean, all Jazz could do was watch and whimper.

  Had she ever seen anything sexier? How would she ever go back to regular sex after spending time with these two in her bed?

  “Ready, baby?” Gumby asked and the endearment had funny things happening in her chest. From Screw, it was just a turn of phrase. Something he called any and every woman he met, but Gumby had never used the term on her before and it made her feel…special.

  She was fucked.

  But she nodded because she was also a masochist, apparently.

  “Do your worst.”

  Screw whistled while Gumby’s mouth turned up in a half smirk. He grabbed his cock, arranging it at her entrance before locking eyes with her and pushing into her body.

  It’d been so long, way too long since she’d taken a man, and the burn associated with the stretch only amplified the pleasure.

  “Fuck, Screw, she’s so goddammed tight.” He groaned once he bottomed out inside her.

  Jazz shuddered around his length. Thinking grew near impossible as the endorphins made her brain feel nothing but ecstasy.

  “You’re gonna lose your mind, Luke.”

  Luke.

  She gasped, eyes locking with Screw. Gumby called him Luke? When had that started? “Use my name, Jazzy. Here, when it’s the three of us. Or when it’s you and I. Use my name.” One of his hands stroked over her upper body, breasts, sternum, arms, shoulders, paying extra care to her scars. The other, he had wrapped around his own erection, stroking slowly. His gaze shifted from her face to where Gumby had begun to slowly pump into her. “Shit, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. That long cock disappearing into your body again and again. You take him so well, baby
.” He smoothed his thumb across her bottom lip, and she sucked it into her mouth, nipping at the tip.

  When both his eyes and nostrils flared, she had the vision of a powerful bull being taunted to the point of charging. Suddenly, the need to be connected to both of them surged within and she rose up on her elbows.

  “Wanna taste you, Luke,” she said to Screw then cried out as Gumby’s thrusts grew in intensity. “God, that feels so good.”

  Screw scrambled off the bed then angled his cock toward her mouth. She licked around the head in a circle, gathering the salty essence that had leaked as he’d watched Gumby fuck her. Then she sucked him into her mouth, as far back as she could. The position, with her head turned made it difficult to deep throat him but Screw sure as hell didn’t seem to mind.

  He shouted, his head falling back as she sucked hard. “Fuck, that mouth is incredible, Jazzy.” His hips thrust, but not with much force, just enough to add a little extra friction. “Shit, yes, baby, just like that.”

  Jazz felt euphoric; if she hadn’t know better, she’d have sworn she’d taken some kind of psychedelic drug. Being able to reduce a man like Screw, a man who’d had more sex than Casanova, to a babbling mess was a drug in itself.

  Then there was Gumby, grunting and groaning as he powered into her again and again. His constant praise of her body made her feel like a queen. Once she started blowing Screw, he’d backed off on the strength of his thrusts, probably so she wouldn’t gag.

  Considerate and a sex god.

  Lethal combination.

  The three of them went on like that for a while, Gumby fucking her with not gentle but not full-on powerful pumps of his hips while she devoured Screw’s length. When her arms began to tremble from holding herself up for long minutes, Screw gently pulled his wet cock from her mouth.

  With a look she must have misinterpreted as tender, he wiped saliva from her lower lip. Her arms gave out then. The very second, her back hit the bed, Gumby began fucking her like a man possessed.

  She shouted as he slammed into her again and again. Above her, Screw resumed his exploration of her upper body, paying extra attention to the tight points of her nipples. Gumby shifted, hiking her legs up even farther and hitting a spot in her that made her pussy clench—hard.

  “Fuck, that’s the spot isn’t it, baby?”

  “Yes!” she shouted. “Yes. More.”

  With a snarl, Gumby hammered into her again, hitting the sweet spot at the same time Screw pinched her nipples.

  Jazz’s back arched off the bed as light danced behind her eyes. She shook and quivered, the pleasure so great, everything faded around her. It took a few seconds for her to register the harsh grunt and shout of Gumby as he came in the condom, his powerful tremors shaking her body as well.

  “Jesus, you killed me, beautiful.”

  She smiled, limp and sated with her eyes resting shut as a pair of lips met hers.

  The respite didn’t last long.

  Jazz opened her eyes as the bed shifted, to find Screw standing between her legs where Gumby had been, a feral look in his eyes. His condom covered cock, thicker than Gumby’s, jutted out, ruddy and near pissed off looking.

  He wanted his turn.

  “Can you take more?”

  It’d been so long for her, she’d be sore tomorrow for sure, but she’d take soreness over missing this opportunity any day. And the fact that he’d checked in with her?

  Hello warm fuzzies. She’d kinda expected Screw to just dive in and fuck without foreplay or care.

  How wrong she’d been.

  “How do you want me?” she said with a sassy grin.

  “Oh, baby, I want you in every way possible. But for tonight…”

  He grabbed her hips and flipped her so fast she couldn’t do anything but shriek and laugh. As she scrambled to all fours, Screw wasted no time sliding his cock right into her. Wet and soft from the orgasm, her body provided no resistance, but the sensitivity of her pussy had her crying out as the intense sensations bombarded her.

  With a grunt, Screw fucked her like this was his one shot at having her. And who knew, maybe it was. Shaking off that gloomy thought, she met him thrust for thrust. If this was gonna be it, she sure as hell planned to milk every second of pleasure out of it.

  “Christ, you were right, G. She’s tight as a damn fist. So goddammed good, Jazzy.”

  “Hmm.” Gumby lounged on the bed, watching them with sleepy, sated eyes.

  Screw curled his body around her as he fucked her. Mouth drifted to her ear. “Look at him,” he said and though she couldn’t see his face, she imagined his gaze trained on Gumby.

  “He’s so fucking satisfied. Look at that spent cock lying soft across his thigh. You did that, baby. With this beautiful body.”

  His words made her quiver.

  “W-we did that.”

  He chuckled, low and deep, running his hands over her body. “Yeah. We did.”

  She turned her head, needing to deepen the connection to him, however foolish for her heart.

  Screw eagerly met her mouth, kissing her with the same intensity he fucked her. The man did nothing in half measure. One hand stroked over her ass then around her body, finding her clit as though he had a road map to it.

  She jolted at the first touch as electricity skittered across her nerve endings.

  “Give me another one, baby. Give it to me so I can come.”

  Jazz moaned which only made him gently capture her clit between his thumb and forefinger. “Screw!” she shouted against his mouth, her body beginning to make the climb once again.

  He stopped moving.

  “No!”

  “What’d I tell you to call me? Only you two. Only like this.”

  Oh, my God, he was going to make her fall for him, the bastard. But there was no way she could deny the request. “L-Luke.”

  “Yes!” He rose up, gripping her hips and jackhammering into her like he’d lost control of himself.

  Her arms and legs trembled and before she knew it, she was tumbling to the mattress. A hand stroked over her head. “You’re so beautiful, Jazz. So perfect. You took us both so perfectly.”

  The softly spoken words caused a ripple deep in her core.

  “Oh, fuck!” Screw shouted. “Whatever the fuck you just did, G, do it again. She squeezed me like a vise.”

  “Just told our girl how goddammed perfect she was taking our cocks.”

  This time the ripple lasted longer.

  “Fuck yeah she is. Jesus.”

  “Come, baby. Come for him and let him feel that pussy lose control.”

  “Oh, God.” Gumby’s words were magic. Jazmine screamed into the mattress, fisting the sheets as a powerful orgasm crashed into her. It didn’t roll through as they sometimes did. No this one hit like a powerful knockout punch.

  “Fuck!” Screw shouted, his body going rigid above her. Sweat dripped onto her back. He held her hips so hard, she’d have bruises to add to her collection of love bites tomorrow.

  And she’d never felt better in her life.

  Boneless, she lay sprawled on her stomach atop the mattress. Screw pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then her cheek before getting up, presumably to dispose to the condom. Once his weight lifted off her back, Gumby grabbed her and pulled her over his body like a human blanket.

  “Mmm. If you’re not careful, I’ll fall asleep like this.” Her tongue felt thick making her sound slurred, drunk.

  “That’s what I’m counting on, Jazzy,” he said, running his hand up and down the length of her spine.

  He’d started calling her Jazzy like most of the Handlers did, and she loved it. His use of the nickname made her feel he accepted and wanted to be a part of the life she’d made for herself in Tennessee.

  The bed dipped, causing her to open her eyes in time to see Screw slip under the covers.

  He was staying. Again. At least for a little while.

  Screw rolled to his side and scooted close until he was flush against them. Th
en he threw his arm and leg over top Jazz’s body, effectively locking the three of them in one tight embrace. It was lights out for both men in a matter of seconds,

  Jazz, however, took much longer to fall asleep. Her brain ran wild while her body absorbed the feeling of warmth and safety that came from being tucked between two strong men.

  For the first time in a long time Jazz felt insulated from the potential horrors of the outside world. With two sets of arms holding her, it seemed as though nothing evil could ever get to her.

  Not the Chrome Disciples.

  Not Paul.

  Not even her own negativity.

  But as extraordinary as it felt, she couldn’t allow herself to slide too deeply into that feeling of security.

  There’s no way it would last. Gumby would return to Arizona. Screw would return to…screwing around.

  And she’d be right back where she started.

  Alone.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  “I’M BACK FROM my honeymoon for less than two hours when I get a text about an emergency exec board meeting.” Maverick chuckled and kicked his boots up onto the table.

  Screw rolled his eyes. Only reason Mav was able to get away with that shit was because Copper hadn’t left his office yet.

  “I hear you’re the fucker who screwed the pooch, pardon the pun.” Mav smirked and interlaced his fingers behind his head.

  Screw flipped him off. Smug asshole.

  “You know this kept me from fucking my wife after I got off the plane, right?”

  Screw was pretty sure Mav spent the entire past seven days buried balls deep in his new wife, and they were supposed to feel sorry the guy had to delay one romp?

  He snorted. “Sure she’s sick of your inked dick by now anyway. I’ll swing by on my way outta here. Take care of her for ya.” He shot Mav a snarky wink.

  “Ha, as though that cocktail weenie you’re sportin’ could satisfy anybody.”

  Mav raised his pierced eyebrow as though to say, “You’re up.”

  Never one to be outwitted in the trash-talking arena, Screw snickered as he vaulted to his feet. Before any of the guys had time to realize his intentions, he had his jeans unzipped and shoved down to his knees.