It’d been exactly two and a half months since I’d last had both their hands on me, and right now I was more than willing to trade a moment of that heaven for a future broken heart. Sometimes you just needed to feel alive even if it killed you later.
“I thought we were gonna keep it PG,” Aiden rumbled, watching me from beneath heavy eyelids.
I stepped back just enough to grab the underside of Jace’s knees and jerk them forward, sending him flailing down to his back. He hit the desk with a thump and a groan. He loved that rough stuff.
“Screw PG,” I said, breathing hard. “Get the lube.”
“Fuck yeah.”
Aiden spun out of the room to comply. Jace tilted his head backward, long locks of silky hair falling all over the desk, to look upside down at his husband’s retreating back.
“It’s in the bag on the couch,” he hollered, accent running riot now that he was turned on and undone from the shiny package he’d fashioned for himself in his new life. “Hurry up!”
There was no finesse to my game as I ripped off my shirt, tossed it God knew where, then stepped out of my basketball shorts until I was in nothing but a pair of Batman briefs. My dick was trying to punch straight through the bat signal by the time I got Jace naked, and I hoped there was a way Travis the underground bigot would someday learn that a man in Marvel underwear had fucked the hell out of his boss’s husband on his desk.
“You’re so fucking hot, Chris,” Jace said, glancing up at me from beneath his long lashes. “I love when you stare at me like that.”
I pulled him up again, wanting to feel his smooth, hairless body sliding against my bared skin. I ran my hand over his back, feeling the bumps of his spine and automatically finding myself wondering if he was eating enough. Focus, Chris. You want to fuck him, not take care of him.
“Stare at you like what?”
“Like you’ll die if you don’t get your hands on me.” Jace grinned when I rolled my hips again, grinding my dick against him. His hair was everywhere, spilling like an onyx waterfall over smooth pale skin. “And like you know your hands belong on me.”
“They do.”
He’d just closed his eyes, but they slid open again at the words, which was when I realized I’d said them out loud. Damn. For months, I’d bit my tongue and held back on expressing my feelings, and all it had taken was a heat wave and a blackout to melt my resolve to remain silent.
We were in each other’s mouths again within an instant, and when I felt the heat of Aiden at my back, it was all complete. He nuzzled the nape of my neck, rocking his own erection against my cotton-covered ass, and dropped the bottle of lube on the table. A jumbo bottle of some cheap shit that looked like hand sanitizer. Leave it to Jace to shop like he was still on an off-brand budget.
“Get these down,” Aiden murmured in my ear as he tugged at the elastic of my briefs. “Need to feel those cakes.”
I leaned back on him without separating from Jace, and the quickly dampening air hit my dick as soon as it was freed. My erection was heavy against my stomach, the tip a little slick. I bucked it against Jace just once before Aiden was pressed against me again, this time with a palm full of the cheap lube that he smeared over my cock and started jacking.
I moaned into Jace’s mouth, breaking the kiss, but he kept sucking on my tongue.
“Tested recently?” Aiden asked in my ear, nipping at it as I fucked into the tight cup of his hand. “You know we do on the regular.”
“Ah . . .” There were spots dancing before my eyes as he worked me over, leaving my brain unable to summon a response as my lips trembled. “I . . . Fuck . . .Yeah. Yeah. Ever since . . . you two, I, yeah.”
Jace pulled away, his rich laugh filling the room as he lay down on his back with his knees bent and feet propped on the edge of the table. “Translation: I’ve been testing regularly since I started fucking you two.” Jace slid his feet along the edge until his knees were parallel. Dead-ass looking like a sex acrobat. “And I bet he doesn’t raw dog anyone else . . .”
I shook my head, blinking away the dancing spots once Aiden released my throbbing dick. My balls had pulled up so tight it felt like I could come any minute, the pressure mounting in my stomach like a bomb on the cusp of exploding.
“What he said,” I breathed.
“That’s what I thought.” Aiden bucked his hips against me harder, possessively. That one blunt motion screamed mine. “You fuck any other guys lately, baby?”
“No. Never. Just you two.”
“Fucking right,” he said fiercely in my ear.
Later, I’d finally make him explain why he acted jealous when they were the ones who screwed other people on a regular basis. Later. After we all got our fill.
I dragged my tip against Jace’s ass, amazed at his ability to remain so still and perfect as he waited to be breached. He was flawless. The most breathtaking person I’d ever laid eyes on. The discolored burn marks on one side of his torso, and the twisted scars on his lower thigh, did nothing to take away from his beauty. All evidence of what he’d come from, but what had not stopped him from getting to where he’d wound up.
“Damn, I—” love you.
So close. So fucking close. And I think Jace knew it too.
His eyes grew large, those wide lips lifting into a slight smile. Before he could talk, I slammed my dick into him. Jace’s mouth went slack, and he flung his hands out to grab the edges of the desk as I proceeded to fuck that aborted declaration out of his mind. I gripped the undersides of his knees and held them apart, rocking in and out of his clenching hole as he arched into my thrusts.
“Yeah, Chris,” Aiden whispered in my ear, his voice low and thick. “Dig him out real good.”
A shiver shot straight through me like a lightning bolt, pinging along my nerves and settling in my gut in a way that nearly tore an orgasm out of me. I didn’t come in him yet, but the explosion of sensation drove me wild. My fingers tightened on Jace, and I slammed my hips forward in a powerful thrust that sent his back sliding over the desk.
“God, yes.” He thudded his head back, mouth gaping in a wet moan. “I love your dick.”
“Why do you love it?” Behind me, Aiden undid his shorts. They dipped down until I felt the full length of his thick cock pressed against the seam of my ass. “Tell Chris how that fucking dick feels.”
“So big and thick,” Jace groaned, rolling his hips up to meet each of my deep thrusts. His voice caught every time I slid into him. “Fills me so good.”
“Yeah, he has you split open with all that meat.” Aiden’s breath was coming faster now. It hitched as he watched my length saw in and out of Jace, moving more urgently the tighter Jace clenched around me. “I can’t wait until he fills you up with his come.”
“Please.” The word was honey on Jace’s full damp lips, dripping down rich and sweet. “Please give me your come, Chris. I want Aiden to lick it out of my ass.”
A low filthy chuckle vibrated in my ear.
“I love my dirty boy,” Aiden whispered in my ear. “I know you do too.”
Instead of waiting for an answer, Aiden sunk his teeth into the side of my throat, and my entire body trembled. He knew where to touch me to light me up like a Christmas tree, every sweet spot singing to the heavens that this man could easily turn me into a puddle of sweat, tears, and semen.
It was moments like this when I wanted to talk. To drop filth all over this beautiful boy with the long slim legs and tight body, and describe how good it felt to be buried in his heat. How the combination of his smooth flesh and Aiden’s hot mouth had me flying. But I couldn’t say those things, because being with them elevated me to a place where words were replaced by sensation. Anything I said wouldn’t make sense.
My heart pounded out of my chest every time Jace released a wrecked moan. Exhilaration filled me when Aiden wrapped his arms around me and humped against my ass as I fucked his husband.
“Give him that milk,” Aiden murmured in my ear. “I know you
have a big load for him, Christopher.”
“Fuck, Aiden,” I gasped, pounding Jace harder. The edge of the desk bit into my thighs as I drove into him at a pace that was becoming relentless. The sound of our wet bodies slapping together was deafening in the room. “Gonna come so hard.”
Aiden reached down to grab my balls just as Jace arched up and clamped his muscles around my length hard enough for me to briefly lose my mind. Fire raced through me and my eyes rolled back. Fuck coming, I was free-falling. I said Jace’s and Aiden’s names in turn as I emptied every drop from my balls into Jace’s tight body.
“Mmm.” Jace gazed up at me, panting and smirking. “You busted hard.”
I pulled out, sucking in breaths and recovering from the explosion, but still horny as hell. Maybe even hornier because he was so goddamn beautiful when flushed with a post-sex glow.
“Eat that ass,” I breathed to Aiden. “While I suck his dick.”
Jace flopped onto his back , self-indulgent and smiling as he spread his thighs again. “My men are so good to me.”
Aiden dragged him off the desk in a streak of sweat and pushed him down in a tangle of hair and damp limbs onto the thick carpet covering the floor. Aiden knelt, big shoulders hunched forward, and used his fingers to spread Jace’s hole open wider. When he began tonguing at it, and my semen, I moaned at the same time as Jace. Good God, these two combined were almost too much for my brain to process. They turned me into a walking, talking hard-on who did nothing but exist to touch and be touched. I’d just come, but I wanted more.
Jace leaned back on his forearms, head tilted. “Lick me good,” he said through a gasp. “Taste Chris inside me.”
Aiden made a rumbling sound and did something that drew a loud moan out of Jace. I sunk to the floor beside Jace and wrapped my lips around the tip of his erection. He whimpered, and I took him deeper into my mouth, breathing through my nose the more I swallowed.
Sucking dick was more of a new experience to me than ass play. I’d always been into pegging, and had low-key suggested it with several women I’d had sex with in the past, but having a man’s meat sliding between my lips was a whole different ball game. It was queer as all hell, and I loved it. God, I loved it. The taste of pre-come, the musky smell of him, the challenge of not gagging, and the knowledge that a couple of inches lower Aiden was drilling his tongue into Jace’s freshly used hole—it was unreal.
Aiden sat up and tapped his fingers against Jace’s ass. “Think I’m ready to take my turn.”
I looked at him from where I was doing my best to make Jace spurt down my throat, and saw that Aiden was stroking himself and watching me with heavy-lidded eyes. He was so damn big. Every part of him from his thick neck to his meaty shoulders to the tree-trunk thighs. A Viking wanting to ravage me and Jace in turn, and that smoldering stare was a definite promise that he’d have my ass as well before the blackout ended and we went back to real life. I clenched in anticipation.
Aiden shoved Jace’s thighs apart and rammed into his preslicked ass, powering into a battering rhythm that caused Jace’s body to jolt under my mouth. I pressed a hand to his stomach, holding him still, and kept sucking as Aiden went full caveman.
“I love watching you blow that fucking dick,” he panted. “Pump it and suck the tip, Chris. Make our dirty little boy nut all down your throat. I know you love that taste as much as I do.”
Groaning around Jace’s hardness, I pulled my mouth up and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. It was slick from my saliva, and my hand was a mess as I followed Aiden’s directions, jerking Jace’s dick while I suckled the crown.
“Oh . . . Oh shit.” Jace’s body jackknifed up, but he lay still after I pushed him back down to the floor. “Please. I’m gonna come.”
Aiden chuckled, husky and low, and slowed his pace to a steady in-and-out of deep, powerful thrusts that continued to jolt Jace’s slim body each time. The combination of us touching him seemed to overwhelm Jace. He went from taunting and smirking to overwrought with trembles as his mouth gaped in a soundless shout. His semen erupted in my mouth, spurting against the back of my throat as I swallowed. He was still coming when I pulled away, so I caught the last bit on my tongue and rose up on my knees to share the leftovers with Aiden.
One of his big hands clutched the back of my head as he sucked Jace’s release off my tongue. He was still kissing me when he hit his stride, his breath ripping out of him and hips once again slapping against Jace.
“I want it in my mouth,” Jace said.
Aiden broke away from me. “You got it, baby. You fucking got it.”
He ripped out of Jace and scooted up, hand flying over his erection and aiming for Jace’s waiting mouth. Jace’s dancing brown eyes lifted to me just as the first splashes of semen hit his tongue to the tune of Aiden’s shuddering moans. Once he was done, Aiden sat back on his haunches, sucking in deep breaths with his eyes squeezed shut.
“Fuck, you two are gonna kill me,” Aiden breathed. “Swear to God, my heart is racing.”
I laughed and threw myself on the floor beside Jace, who was grinning like a cat who’d just slaughtered eighty billion canaries. He rolled onto his side, and I leaned in for a soft kiss to his lips. Then one to his jaw and another to the tip of his nose.
“You?” I said between each kiss. “Y’all are the ones corrupting me. I’m innocent.”
Aiden snorted and swatted my ass. “Yeah, right. You love being in the middle. It’s your thing.”
He had my number on that one. It was my thing. I peeked at him as I nuzzled Jace, grinning and popping my dimples, and was rewarded by a look so fond that my heart slammed against my rib cage.
Jace cozied up under my chin, going in for full cuddle mode as Aiden stood and slid his underwear back on. He was likely going to get right back to the business of cataloging supplies and coming up with a plan while me and Jace stayed on the plush carpet like a couple of kittens. Then he’d coax us to the pullout bed in his office and scavenge for a snack, taking care of us in the way he did without a second thought, even if he wasn’t one for postcoital cuddles.
It was all so cozy and made me feel so full and warm that my fear rose to the surface again. My fear of wanting this forever and maybe never getting it.
“How do you think your down-low homophobic racist fuckboy of an IT manager would feel to learn we just screwed in his office?”
Aiden froze as he stooped to pick up his shorts, and Jace stiffened against me.
“Uh . . .” I looked between them, eyebrows rising. “Okay, so this is what happened—”
“Chris, what are you talking about?” Aiden strode closer to me, his face flushing red. “Do you know Travis? Did that motherfucker ever say something to you? Because—”
“Whoa, slow down, killer,” I said, laughing. His accent instantly thickened when he was pissed, and his hands had curled into fists. So ready to beat someone down for saying the wrong thing to me. “You’re gonna pop a blood vessel. I’ve never met that dude in my life.”
“Okay . . .” Aiden searched my face before swinging his gaze to the iPad. “You see something on there?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “I was trying to look on some news websites and found ultraconservative shit in his browser history, including a Twitter account where he posts all kinds of racist, phobic, and misogynistic garbage.”
Aiden’s face was starting to resemble his hair color, and I worried that he’d break the iPad when he clenched it with white-knuckled hands. He jabbed one thick finger at it several times, scrolling through what were likely miles and miles of offensive tweets and retweets as Jace watched in confusion.
“Yo, what the fuck is going on?” he asked, pushing sweaty hair behind his ears. “This is the worst post-sex conversation we’ve ever had, and there have been some doozies.”
I tickled his side, grinning when he threw himself away from me as if I’d electrocuted him. Aiden was less amused. After another moment of scrolling, he put the iPad on the desk with
a clatter. Even in his underwear with his body still damp from sweat, he was imposing. Tall, broad, muscular yet padded, and so furious that his nostrils had flared. It was probably good for the IT dude that he wasn’t in the room.
“It’s really that bad?” Jace asked, grimacing.
“It’s fucking awful. The shit he spews out onto the internet, things he says to people—it’s disgusting. He hides all of that when he’s at work and blends in like a . . . like a fucking chameleon. It makes me sick.”
“Sorry, dude.” I grabbed my shorts and slid back into them, hoping the office had a place I could wash the bodily fluids off me. It was officially hotter than ten dicks in the office, and me reeking of sex wasn’t welcome in that environment. “But at least you know now.”
“True, because he’s getting the fuck out of here.” Aiden yanked up his shorts and zipped them. “Someone like that won’t be representing our company. The fact that he’s using a company device to harass people online is the icing on the cake. He is done, and I’d love to see him try to get unemployment. Clive will have fun with that one.”
I nodded slowly and watched as he stormed out of the office, stalking directly to the break room. Likely to catalog what supplies we’d have for the rest of the night or, worst-case scenario, the weekend. He might have been enraged, but he was still in full-on survivalist caretaker mode.
“Welp,” I said. “That went well.”
Jace snorted and slid back into his own underwear. “Let’s go wash up. There’s a full bathroom in the back.”
I nodded and trailed behind him as he left the office. When he grabbed my hand, I twined our fingers together and squeezed.
“Why is there an in-office shower?” I asked as we entered the pitch-black bathroom. “Isn’t that a little . . . uh . . . extra?”
“Yup, but it was already installed, and all the little yuppies and hipsters use it for when they work out during their lunch break. I don’t understand their devotion to physical activity that doesn’t end in ejaculation.”
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