by Atlas, Lilly
“Because I had to.” His voice sounded scratchy from the choking, but there was no pain. The truth of his simple statement seemed to be good enough to have Screw backing off. More words would probably help, but they’d probably send the other man running. Hell, they’d probably send Gumby running. Yet they hovered there on the tip of his tongue.
You’ve changed me.
I’ve never felt like this.
I had to make sure the mission succeeded.
I’d do anything to help you and your club.
I couldn’t lose either of you.
I love you…
Both of you.
“I’m sorry,” Screw said with a shake of his head. “I was just so fucking…” Another head shake. Another man who couldn’t put voice to his feelings.
Gumby nodded. The apology wasn’t necessary. He’d flip his shit if either of them purposefully put themselves in danger as well. He got it. He took one step from the wall, then kissed Screw. It was a soft meeting of lips, so contrary to the volcanic emotions swirling just beneath the surface of his skin.
Screw kissed him back for long seconds. Until Jazz’s hands threaded through both their hair, giving a light tug. Then he turned toward her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers.
Her hands came up to frame Screw’s face. “Lucky for you, watching you two kiss gets me wet. Pretty sure we can pick up right where we left off.”
Screw growled and grabbed Jazz by her ass, hoisting her up into his arms. Walking with sure steps, he took them over to his kitchen island. The island that seemed perfect fucking height.
When her ass hit the cool granite, Jazz let out a small yelp that Screw cut off with his mouth. If he thought he was hard a few moments ago, the sight of Jazz’s bare legs wrapped around Screw’s clothed body as he kissed her senseless proved him wrong.
Now he was fucking hard.
Damn, they were a sight to behold.
Gumby stripped out of his shirt, then lost his boots and pants as well. Once he was as naked as Jazz, he gripped his cock and stroked to the gorgeous visual of his two lovers going at it.
After one more quick, hard kiss to Jazz’s swollen lips, Screw turned his heated gaze on him. “Did you notice I was in her bare?”
Gumby froze. Had he noticed? No, he had not, but the thought of it had precum dripping from the head of his dick.
Gaze on his cock, Screw chuckled. “I see you like the idea. You clean?”
He squeezed the head of his dick to keep from coming right then and there. “Yeah. Swear it.”
“Us too.”
He held Screw’s gaze until the other man said. “Want you in my ass.”
Jazz gasped and Gumby groaned. Fuck, how he wanted that too. So bad his balls had drawn up tight and ached like a motherfucker.
“Want you in there while I’m fucking her.” Screw’s voice promised a long night of sexual fulfillment.
“Jesus, Screw,” Jazz said.
Gumby reached down and fished the packet of lube out of his pocket. He’d stuck it there earlier that evening. Wishful thinking for a heated night following a successful operation.
Though they’d encountered a few craters in the road, it looked like he’d be getting his wish.
Naked as Jazz, he stalked across the room feeling like a jungle cat preparing to pounce.
Screw and Jazz had gone back to making out, so he fitted himself to Screw’s back and kissed the side of his neck. As he nibbled and sucked across the soft flesh, Gumby worked Screw’s loose pants down his legs. They pooled at his feel and if he’d had patience, he’d have gone to his knees to remove the man’s boots, but that would waste precious seconds. When he’d finished with that task, he gripped Screw by his long hair, pulling him away from Jazz’s hungry mouth.
Both of them groaned in protest, making Gumby chuckle. “Patience, lovers.” When he had Screw upright, he pulled the man’s shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere behind them. Over Screw’s shoulder, Gumby watched Jazz lick her lips as all those tattooed muscles became available to her.
She reached up, tracing the ridges of Screw’s abdomen, and Gumby swore he could feel the touch as though it was his own skin she caressed. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, awe in her voice.
“View’s not too bad from this side either,” he said as he ran his hands down Screw’s back to his ass where he cupped the firm cheeks with a hard squeeze.
Screw groaned, grinding himself back. As Screw’s ass brushed his dick, Gumby spread the man’s cheeks and rubbed his dick over the tight hole. “This ass is gonna fucking strangle me, isn’t it.”
With a dark chuckle, Screw said, “You have no fucking idea.”
“What are you waiting for, big guy?” Gumby whispered in Screw’s ear. “Fuck her.”
Jazz gave them a sly smile as she eased down onto the counter. Widening her silky legs, she planted her heels at the edge of the granite.
He’d probably spontaneously orgasm while eating breakfast tomorrow from the memories of what was about to happen in this kitchen.
“You heard the man, Jazzy.” Screw’s anger seemed to have dissipated, leaving the fun and playful man they’d come to expect. “You ready?”
She winked. “I’m pretty much always ready for you two.”
Damn, if that didn’t hit him square in the chest.
As Gumby continued peering over Screw’s shoulder, his guy gripped his cock and positioned it right at Jazz’s opening, but didn’t push in. She squirmed, clearly needing more.
“Screw,” she whined which only made the devious man chuckle.
“What’s wrong, babe?” He slid his dick through her wetness as her eyes narrowed in warning.
Two could play this game.
As Screw continued to torture Jazz, Gumby slid his finger into his mouth, coating it in spit. Then without warning he dove it between Screw’s ass cheeks until he found that puckered hole. One firm tap was all it took to have Screw shouting and jamming his hips forward, right into Jazz’s waiting pussy.
“Yes!” she shouted at the same time Screw yelled, “Fuck.”
“That’s some dirty pool, William.” Screw said with a growl. “You’re lucky it feels so damn good that I want more.”
“More like this?” He slowly increased the pressure on Screw’s hole until the man released a breath and relaxed, letting him in. “That’s it,” Gumby whispered as his long finger sunk deep into Screw’s ass. “Christ, this is a tight asshole.”
Screw grunted. He’d buried himself balls deep in Jazz but didn’t move beyond that as he adjusted to the invasion. Beneath him, Jazz stroked everywhere she could reach, murmuring how hot Screw was, how good he felt, how well Gumby was gonna fuck him.
Screw shuddered, his head dropping forward as Gumby began to fuck him with his finger. After a few seconds of listening to the man pant and curse, he pulled his finger out. This time, he spit onto his fingers, coating two of them even further before returning his hand to Screw’s ass.
As he slid two fingers in deep, Screw said, “Fuuuck.”
“You okay?”
“Yes. Very fucking okay.”
“Mmm,” Gumby said. “Not sure I’m gonna survive being in this ass.”
“You better,” Jazz said. “I’ve got plans for you.”
Jesus, these two had him by the balls.
And the heart.
As Gumby prepared Screw for his cock by fucking and scissoring him with his fingers, Screw began to tilt his hips, thrusting into Jazz with small strokes. The muscles in his back bunched and flexed as he moved. Then there was his ass, contracting around his fingers with every thrust. Jazz sighed in pleasure as she continued her exploration of Screw’s muscles. Gumby increased the pressure, searching around for—
“Oh, fuck!” Screw shouted as his hips jammed forward with force.
Jazz cried out as well. “What was that?”
Gumby did it again, and Screw slapped the table while groaning.
“I believe I just nailed our man’s prostate.”
“Fuck yeah, you did. Do it again.” No one could ever accuse Screw of being shy about asking for what he wanted.
“Yeah, do it again,” Jazz echoed.
So he did. A few times, loving the way it made Screw fuck hard into Jazz. Sweat beaded up along Screw’s spine. Gumby couldn’t resist taking a lick of the salty fluid.
The ache in his cock could no longer be ignored. “I need to be in this ass, now,” Gumby said.
“I ain’t stopping you.” Screw panted as Gumby’s fingers left his body.
After taking a quick nip of Screw’s shoulder, Gumby grabbed the packet of lube from the table. He ripped it open with his teeth and drizzled a generous amount on his cock. The tip was already wet with precum, in fact, a line of sticky fluid stretched from Screw’s thigh to the tip of Gumby’s dick.
Once lubed up, he fitted the head of his cock to Screw’s hole. Just that, just the pressure of it fluttering around the head of his dick had fire racing up Gumby’s spine. “Ready?”
“You’re sweet and all to check in, but get that fucking thing in me already,” Screw said with a near snarl.
As he began to drive forward, Gumby bit his lower lip. Screw was clearly no stranger to being fucked because he blew out a breath and bore down, allowing Gumby entry with minimal effort. The second he slipped past the tight ring of muscle, both of them sighed.
He’d never been in anyone bare and the heat and clasp of Screw’s tight ass was like nothing he’d ever felt before. In seconds, he’d worked his entire length into the man, breathing like he’d run laps around the house.
Screw still had his head bent forward which allowed Gumby to lock eyes with Jazz. Heat and desire stared back at him along with something else. Something so damn intimate it took all he had not to run from it by closing his own eyes.
Last time they’d been together this way, all three of them as one, he’d written the feelings off as the anomaly of his first threesome. Now he knew better because there it was again. The rightness. The closeness. The absolute perfection of the moment.
The feeling that he was exactly where was meant to be with who he was meant to find.
SCREW CONCENTRATED ON not blowing his load inside Jazz before Gumby got to actually fucking him. He’d had plenty of threesomes, but always as the outer cookie, never the creamy center. And now he fully understood why everyone went nuts for that cream.
Without the barrier of a condom, Jazz’s tight, wet heat nearly seared him. Her hands roaming all over his skin ignited millions of nerve ends making his entire body tingle and fizz. Behind him, Gumby licked up his spine. Gumby’s end of the day stubble abraded his skin and added to the sensory overload.
Then there was his cock. That long shaft, buried to the nuts in Screw’s ass. He was so fucking full and stretched he felt he could split in two. Despite it all, he wanted more. So much more.
He wanted it all.
But he’d have nothing if he shot off like a freshman getting his first up close and personal with a tit.
As slowly as he slid in, Gumby drew back but not fully out. Then he pushed forward again. With intent this time.
“Fuck,” Screw whispered as the force of Gumby’s stroke powered him into Jazz. She moaned, curling her fists into his sides.
As Gumby picked up the rhythm, Screw kept himself braced on his arms. He’d planted one hand flat on the table on either side of Jazz’s head.
“Oh, God,” Jazz said, gripping him so hard, her nails pricked his skin. “Every time he fucks into you…”
Hell, yes. “I fuck into you.”
“Yes,” she said, meeting the next thrust with a pump of her hips.
“Shit, that’s hot,” Gumby said as he thrust.
“More.” Screw barked. “Fuck me harder, Will. Fuck us both harder.”
With a feral growl, Gumby hammered into Screw’s ass. He barely needed to move his own hips because the man behind him and the woman beneath him were fucking themselves on his body with such vigorous enthusiasm.
“Your ass feels so fucking incredible.”
“Yeah, well your dick’s fucking talented,” he said just as Gumby reamed his prostate making him slam into Jazz. She seemed to love that, crying out each time Gumby nailed the gland as though she felt it too.
“I believe that’s my line,” Jazz said then gasped when Screw bent forward and nipped at the side of her breast.
“Fuck, right there, G. Right fucking there.” The talented fucker shifted, hitting Screw’s prostate on every stroke. His head was gonna blow straight off his body.
Talking stopped after that. Maybe it was the ability to talk that flew out the window.
Screw gave himself over to the care of his two lovers. His pleas for more seemed to have unleashed something in Gumby as the other man’s thrusts became near frantic. He managed to keep his eyes open and locked on Jazz as together, he and Gumby drove her toward the finish line.
Three more hits to his prostate and Screw knew he’d about reached the end of his ability to hold on.
“Baby,” he ground out. “You need to come. Now.”
Jazz just moaned in response, her eyelids falling shut. “So c-close.”
Screw shoved one hand between their sweat-slicked bodies—thank God for many, many hours of upper body exercises—balancing on one hand above Jazz.
The very second he found her clit, she stiffened beneath him then let out a cry of satisfaction that no man could resist.
The spasms of her pussy around his cock pulled his orgasm straight from his balls deep into her. “Shit,” he shouted, slapping his palm on the table once again. The orgasm consumed him. White flashed through his vision. Every cell in his being sang with pleasure as spurt after spurt of hot come ejected from his dick.
Just as his ass rippled around Gumby, the man also stiffened, then jerked and grunted as he blew his hot load into Screw’s ass.
Jazz sagged, her arms falling from his sides to hang limply off the edges of the table. Screw bowed his head as the events leading to this volatile encounter came back to him.
He’d been stressed out of his fucking mind. The highs and lows of the night had taken his mind and battered it beyond recognition. It was the only excuse he could muster for attacking Gumby when he’d walked through the door.
Gumby pressed a line of kisses across Screw’s shoulders as his softened cock slipped from his ass. Screw followed, leaving the warm wet cavern of Jazz’s body. When she let out a tiny whimper of protest, he couldn’t help the small chuckle.
Gumby’s cum dripped from his ass, probably making a mess on his floor. Hell, his cum was probably trickling out of Jazz as well. They could clean it later. Or not at all. There was something so filthy and erotic about their mingled sex juices staining his house.
He spun, taking Gumby’s face in his hands and giving the man a hot and heavy kiss. Jazz sat up, wrapping her arms around his waist and her legs around both of them as best she could. Her heels most likely dug into Gumby’s ass to keep them all joined in the tight hug.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered against Gumby’s lips. Jazz had asked him to be real, so real she’d get. And if Gumby couldn’t handle it…fuck him. “I was so goddammed scared when I realized you weren’t behind me. If you’d been ar—”
“Shh,” Gumby said, kissing him.
Jazz’s soft lips landed on his back again and again.
“I know. I’d have reacted the same way. But I had to finish what we started. For you. For Jazz. And you know you would have done the same damn thing.”
Fuck yeah, he would have. If it had been him who knew how to solve the problem with the truck, he’d have stayed behind to fix it as well. They were alike in their deep-seated loyalty to brotherhood.
And to Jazmine.
And as it turned out…each other.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
JAZZ STOOD IN front of the bathroom mirror wearing nothing but a light blue bra as she blew h
er hair dry. Progress. Sure, she’d had to force herself, but spending a fantastic afternoon/night with two men who made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world had given her the courage to take the next step. And the next step was becoming comfortable in her skin again.
It would take some work as the sight of the scars not only brought back horrific memories but made her cringe with a bite of disgust. Hopefully both reactions would fade with time and practice. Lucky for her, she had plenty to think about besides what happened to her.
Like the hours and hours of pleasure Gumby and Screw had given her last night. She visibly shivered in the mirror. Damn, it’d been incredible. And way more than just physical. The three of them connected on a deeper level with their bodies but also their stories.
Jazz set her hairdryer down and cocked her head. The trill of her cell phone rang from her bedroom. “Thought I heard you,” she mumbled as she jogged across her room to where her cell lay on her bed.
Wasn’t often her phone began ringing before work since she arrived at the diner at six thirty in the morning, but if it did, it typically meant someone was calling out sick.
She didn’t recognize the number but answered it anyway since she didn’t have every employee programmed into her phone. “Hello?” As she spoke, she moved to her dresser to find some socks.
“Jazmine? This is Lynn Sampson.”
“Oh, Mrs. Sampson, hello. How are you?” she asked of her elderly landlord.
“I’m well, dear. I’m sorry for calling at this time, but I know you go to work early.”
“It’s no problem at all,” she said slipping her foot into her favorite socks. They were covered in dogs. As soon as life settled a bit, she planned to get a dog. Or a few. “Is there something wrong with my rent check?”
“Oh, heavens no. It’s nothing like that at all. I have been looking all over my house for a sewing machine that used to be my grandmothers.” She chuckled. “I thought I was losing my mind and then I remembered I boxed it up and put it in the shed over there. Would you mind fetching it so my son can come pick it up?”