Seven Deadly Queens (The FuBar Book 3)

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by Jess Whitecroft


  “Yeah.”

  “It’s…not very well defined.”

  Justin shrugged. “You know me. I don’t do so great with definitions.”

  “I know, but…indulge me, okay? How do you see us? The three of us?”

  “We fuck,” said Justin. “And it’s my favorite.”

  “It is?”

  “Oh yeah. Nothing gets me off like you two.” Adam blushed, and Justin shifted closer on his chair. “You want to hear something hilarious?”

  “Always,” said Adam, putting his foot on the edge of the chair, between Justin’s open legs. The awkward moment had passed, because he couldn’t help flirting.

  “You know how you said I looked really horny in those photographs? With the porn stars?”

  “You did. You’re very photogenic.”

  “Thanks, but the truth? I wasn’t that into it.”

  Adam laughed. His toes were very close to Justin’s crotch. “You? You were the filling in a porn star sandwich and you weren’t into it? Okay then.”

  “I’m serious,” said Justin. “I was nervous. And they were professionals. All business. It was like ‘move your leg here…no, not that way, this way. Do this, do that, head back. Open your mouth.’ I felt like an action figure. Not sexy at all.”

  “You looked sexy.”

  Justin leaned back in his chair, thrusting out his crotch. He knew he shouldn’t, but that only added to the thrill. Adam’s bare foot pressed against his zipper. “That’s because I was thinking of you. And Ryan.” Adam’s toes curled, kneading like a cat making biscuits. “This is so fucking unfair.”

  “What is?” said Adam, trying to look innocent. Not easy when you had your foot on a guy’s junk.

  “This. You’re teasing me, and you know I can’t do anything about it.”

  Adam gave a low, sexy laugh. “Poor Justin. It’s only a matter of days now. And we’ll make it worth the wait, I promise.” His toes pushed and nuzzled, making Justin moan. “In the meantime, you should probably sit on your hands, because if you take your dick out now you’re gonna be on the hook for a five hundred dollar foot job.”

  Unable to stand it any longer, Justin jumped up from the chair. He was astride Adam’s lap in a second, his hands on the divider between booths. “Come New Year,” he said, his lips inches from Adam’s. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out.” He leaned closer, teasing, brushing his lips lightly over Adam’s mouth and neck. He rocked his hips into the scant space between the two of them, and nibbled gently on an earlobe. “I’m gonna fuck you so good and hard that you say ‘I love you,’ again.” Justin leaned back a little to enjoy the look on Adam’s face. “What? You didn’t think I knew about that?”

  “Um…”

  “Why do you think I broke up with you? You tell another man you love him while I’m fucking you in the ass? I’m no rocket scientist, but I can take a hint, Bunny.”

  “But…I thought…” Adam stared up at him, all lust and confusion. “I thought it was because you didn’t want it to get messy?”

  “It was, and I didn’t.” Justin slid deeper into Adam’s lap. He smelled so good, like sweet almonds and lemon peel, overlaid with the boyish, yeasty tang of spilled beer. Justin remembered earlier that night, when one of the beer taps had drooled froth on Adam’s wrist as he reached across the bar, and how he’d carelessly licked it up as soon as his hands were free. “But here we are again,” he said, his lips against Adam’s. “Because messy is…” Adam’s tongue flicked out to taste him. Five hundred bucks looked cheap in that moment. “…so, so hot.”

  Adam grabbed Justin’s hair, holding him fast. His full lips always felt so good to kiss, soft and cushiony, delicious as marshmallow pillows. Delicious. Wasn’t that what he’d said that night, when he was tracing the veins on the inside of Adam’s arm with his tongue? Delicious. All the more so for being off-limits.

  “I want you,” Adam whispered, and then the rear door opened.

  “Hey,” said Rose. “Did anyone see my…oh. Yikes.”

  Justin quickly got to this feet. “This is not what it looks like,” he said, holding up both hands like someone had a gun.

  “It’s true,” said Adam. “His hands were on the divider. The whole time. I didn’t even touch his dick.”

  Rose winced. “Ye-ah, too much information.”

  “Look, Rose, this is…”

  Rose placed both hands over her ears. “Yeah yeah. We had the birds and the bees conversation. I know. When three people love one another very much they sometimes jump into bed and do wrong-ass shit with spanking paddles and dildos. We covered that. I’m just looking for my lip balm, okay?” She stomped off into the depths of the bar, leaving Adam and Justin trying to figure out whether they should be avoiding one another’s eyes or not. On one hand, this was nothing they hadn’t done before, but it felt different, because Justin knew if Rose hadn’t come in when she did, he probably would have said fuck the five hundred dollars. Banged Adam right there on the seat, where people could have looked in from the street and seen them. A whole new level of messy opened up before him. And worse, it wasn’t even hot.

  *

  “Ryan?”

  “Mmm?”

  “Ryan, we need to talk.”

  Groaning, Ryan blinked into the dark. The clock beside the bed said four minutes past three. “Adam, it’s three o’clock in the morning.”

  “I know, but this is an emergency.”

  “Baby, if you’re having cold feet about the move, can you go to sleep and have them again in like…six hours?”

  “I kissed Justin.”

  Wait? Were they not supposed to do that? Ryan had kissed Justin, too, but he’d assumed that was okay because Justin had straddled Adam, stuck his tongue in his ear and said ‘fuck me’. Also it was still three o’clock in the goddamn morning and no time to be discussing this kind of thing.

  Ryan turned on the bedside lamp. Adam was lying on the outside of the covers, fully dressed and chewing his bottom lip. “Okay,” Ryan said. “What happened?”

  “My ankle had swelled up again. He was putting ice on my foot and then…his hands were on my leg.”

  The sudden surge of jealousy caught Ryan like a freak wave surprising a swimmer. The next thing he knew he was out from under the covers, on top, pressing his naked body against Adam’s clothed one. Adam let out a soft, startled cry that did something truly appalling to Ryan’s id, because the fear in Adam’s eyes at that moment was quite genuine.

  “You been out getting some strange, you little slut?” said Ryan, in his bedroom voice, and Adam relaxed. Not much, but enough for Ryan to be confident that he knew to say ‘ketchup’ if this shit got out of hand.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Yeah, you’re gonna have to do a lot better than that, whore.” Ryan pinned Adam’s wrists either side of his head. His sleep erection stiffened to monstrous hardness and he thrust against the rough fly of Adam’s jeans, seeking a matching response beneath the denim. “I’m gonna need details.”

  “He kissed the inside of my ankle,” Adam said, arching against him. “He would have put my toes in his mouth if I’d let him.”

  “Did he try to suck your cock?” Ryan whispered, teasing Adam’s lips with the tip of his tongue. God, this was fucked up. Why was he so hard at the thought of Adam cheating on him? Was it because it was Justin?

  “No. We kissed. That was all.”

  “How?”

  “Um…slow. There was tongue.”

  “Uh uh.” Ryan leaned closer. Gave Adam his mouth. “Show, don’t tell.”

  Trust Mr. Broadway to deliver a command performance. Adam’s kiss said it all. Slow and steamy, with a hungry soft sound at the back of the throat that must have been an imitation of Justin, because it was the same sound Justin had made when Ryan had pressed him up against the railings on Christmas Eve.

  “Why did you do that?” Ryan said, pushing with his hips once more. Oh God, yeah. Adam was into this. Almost as much as he was. “Why did you ki
ss him?”

  “He was so horny. God, Ryan – he wants us so much.”

  “Us? Or you?”

  “Us. You know the whole time he was the filling in a porn star sandwich, he was thinking of us? That’s how much he wants us.”

  Adam wriggled, but Ryan held him fast, thin wrists delicate in his grasp. So gorgeous. So naughty. “Did you want to fuck him?” Ryan asked, pulling back so that Adam couldn’t steal any more kisses.

  There was a pause, and Ryan knew just from the look in Adam’s eyes that they were thinking the same thing. Justin, on his hands and knees, or on his back with his feet in the air. And how sometimes Ryan would make Adam lean back so that he could see it going in, Justin’s hole stretched to a tender, pink rim around the circumference of Adam’s big, thick cock.

  “Adam? Did you?”

  “Yes.”

  Ryan let him up. “Strip. And be quick about it. I’m not in the mood to wait.”

  Adam did as he was told. He was beautifully hard, his shaved balls tight and dusky.

  “Hands and knees,” said Ryan. “And no touching yourself.”

  He stood up. Adam knelt facing outwards across the bed, his eyes enormous and his lips parted. He looked as pliant and permissive as he had all those years ago, when he’d wrapped his long legs around Ryan and panted softly into his ear that he could do anything he liked. Ryan shivered as he approached. He caressed himself slowly in front of Adam’s face – “Wet your lips,” – and sighed at the touch of his own hand as he watched Adam lick his lips until they glistened. “Suck,” he said, and pushed his dick into Adam’s face. Christ, that mouth. Full lips, clever tongue.

  “I love you,” Adam whispered, as he came up for air, and swallowed Ryan again, gazing up at him with a mouthful of cock. He looked willing to atone for anything, and Ryan was almost tempted to stand there and let Adam finish him off that way, but the game had barely begun.

  “I love you, too,” Ryan said, grabbing a handful of Adam’s hair. “But you’ve been bad, baby.” Reluctantly, he pulled away, Adam’s spit cooling on his cock as he walked round to the other side of the bed. Adam turned to see where he was going and Ryan tapped him lightly on the ass. “Head down. Don’t look at me.”

  Adam arched his back, presenting his dimpled ass. “I’m sorry. I know I need to be punished. I know I’ve been—”

  Ryan cut him off with another slap. Not so light this time. It left a pink mark on Adam’s cheek, and set Ryan’s desire growling like a hungry beast. “Don’t tell me what you need or don’t need,” Ryan said, rubbing himself against Adam’s freshly glowing ass. He pushed his cock back and forth over the silky crease. “I determine what you need.”

  “Yes. Yes, Daddy.”

  Daddy? That’s what they were going with? A little weird, but Ryan could roll with it. He reached for the nightstand drawer and took out the new paddle, black with the word SLUT embossed in red mirror writing. Adam turned his head at the sound.

  “Head down,” Ryan said, and let him have it. Adam let out a low whimper and arched his ass for more. His cheeks were already pink, pink and delicious as a cupcake, hot against Ryan’s dick. “Now. Let’s pretend, shall we? Let’s pretend you fucked Justin.”

  “Mmm.”

  “You cheated on me, you little fucking whore.” Ryan brought the paddle down again. It made a satisfying smack, and a moan burst from Adam’s lips. “Didn’t you?”

  “Yes. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

  Ryan parted Adam’s cheeks with his hands, fondling and squeezing the freshly spanked flesh. The tight, crumpled hole twitched with eagerness, and Ryan rubbed the head of his cock against it, teasing. “Don’t tell me you’re sorry, slut,” he said. “Tell me what you fucking did. After you kissed him, what did you do?”

  “I got down on my knees. I took his cock out of his pants.”

  “Was he hard?”

  “So hard,” said Adam, in a breathless, horny voice. He wriggled his ass impatiently, and Ryan took pity on him.

  “This hard?” Ryan asked, taking hold of Adam’s dick as he humped against Adam’s upturned butt.

  “Harder. He was desperate. You know how hard he gets. Super hard. Like that hot little dick of his is too small for the blood supply.”

  Ryan moaned. He knew all too well. He remembered watching that small but indefatigable dick spurting all over Justin’s belly. Justin with his feet in the air, and his moans muffled between Adam’s straddling thighs, his orgasm squeezing Ryan’s cock. God, the things they’d done to that boy were a goddamn disgrace, and still he came back for more. “Tell me,” Ryan said, panting against the back of Adam’s shoulder. “Did you play with his piercings?”

  “Yeah. I flicked it with my tongue. And I got between his legs and played with that one behind his balls. You know how it makes him…mmm…how it makes him squirm.”

  “And what did he do?”

  “He pushed himself into my mouth.”

  “You take it?”

  “All the way,” Adam said, bucking into Ryan’s hand. He was spilling over, pre-come running over the backs of Ryan’s fingers. “I took it all. To the root.”

  “Did you love it?”

  “Yes. Oh God. Yes.”

  Ryan pulled back and picked up the paddle again. “Why? Why did you love it?”

  It took Adam a moment to reply. His brains were in his balls, and Ryan knew exactly how he felt. “Because…because I love cock.”

  Smack. “And?”

  “And because I get off on cheating on you.” Smack. Adam cried out. “And because I’m a filthy fucking whore.”

  Ryan dropped the paddle again. He had no more appetite for it. He needed to come. He pulled Adam’s ass up against him, grinding and thrusting. “Did he come in your mouth? Did you swallow?”

  “Yes,” Adam panted, arching his sore ass to meet him. “I licked my fingers…oh God…and then I crammed them up his ass…”

  Justin’s ass. Tight. Elastic. Up for anything. Justin’s ass and Adam’s cock, Justin sinking down, reverse cowboy, stretching around that big dick. Ryan cried out as he started to come, and Adam – that sweet, dirty goddamn slut – was still talking, pouring filth out of his mouth. “I milked every drop out of his prostate. I felt him quiver inside and I fucked him with my fingers until he came and he…”

  Still jerking and shuddering, Ryan scooped up his come from the crack of Adam’s butt, flipped Adam over like a pancake and stuffed his sticky fingers into Adam’s mouth. Adam moaned around them, licking greedily, but Ryan wasn’t done yet. “Did he taste good? Taste like that?”

  “No. Nobody tastes like you.” Adam let out a thin wail of need as Ryan took him in his mouth. “Nobody tastes as good. Nobody fucks me as good. Oh God, yeah…yeah, please, Daddy, please…”

  Adam exploded, his thighs shaking. He was slick and salty and every bit as delicious as he’d been the first time, when Ryan could scarcely believe he had a cock in his mouth, let alone one as magnificent as this. Ryan crawled up over Adam’s gasping body, kissed him hard and messy, pushing his tongue deep into the kiss. Adam whimpered, hips still twitching from the aftershocks, and Ryan released him.

  They flopped back onto the bed, panting, sweat cooling. Ryan lay and listened to the thrum of his heart against his ear drums, and the soft slowing of Adam’s breath. Adam’s lips grazed his shoulder. “That was…”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Mmm.”

  Ryan ran his tongue over his lips. “‘Daddy’, though?”

  “Yeah,” said Adam. “I was just trying that on for size. Too much?”

  “Yeah. It’s a little…no.”

  “Okay. I’m glad we’re on the same page with that.” Adam snuggled closer. “What are we going to do about Justin?”

  “Uh, I thought we were going to fuck him?”

  “We were, but then I got out of hand and stuck my tongue down his throat.”

  Ryan laughed. “So you kissed him. Big deal. I kissed him.”

  Adam looked u
p. “What? When?”

  “Christmas Eve.”

  Adam’s mouth fell open. He smacked Ryan hard on the top of his arm.

  “Ow. What?”

  “And you were going to tell me this when?”

  “It was Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve doesn’t count. It’s mistletoe time. Everyone’s kissing.”

  “So you kissed Justin under the mistletoe?” said Adam.

  “No,” Ryan admitted. “It was up against the railings on Ridge Avenue—”

  “—on your way back from church?”

  “Hey, I’m a Catholic. I never said I was a good one.”

  Adam looked like he was about to say something else, but sighed instead. “Oh, you know what – I’m not even mad. It’s like, four o’clock in the morning, I’m covered in jizz and my ass is the same color as one of Justin’s raspberry daiquiris.”

  “You could have said ‘ketchup’,” said Ryan.

  “I know.”

  “Sorry. I was trying to spank the word ‘slut’ into your ass.”

  Adam got up from the bed and looked over his shoulder. “Did it work?”

  Ryan squinted. “Hmm. Not really. It just says ‘ut’. Oh…no, turn around. Yeah. You got a bit of a ‘lut’ there, but…that paddle’s not really performing as advertised.” He watched Adam’s bright pink butt disappear into the bathroom. “You’d better get the arnica cream, baby. I kinda did a number on your ass.”

  “Well, I was here to talk,” said Adam, from the bathroom. “You were the one who turned it onto a sex game.”

  “Like you didn’t love it.”

  Adam reappeared in the bathroom doorway, stark naked and clutching a tube of bruise cream. “You know, we’re going to have to talk about this sooner or later,” he said. “Me, you, and Justin. And whatever the hell is going on there.”

  “I know,” said Ryan, reaching for him. “But we’ll work it out. We always do. Now come here”

  15

  Bunny was wearing Helena’s panties. The ruffled ones. The ones that exposed a couple of inches of luscious crack and stopped just shy of the two sexy little dimples at the base of Bunny’s long, sinuous spine. The filmy fabric was tight across the back, stretched by the way she was filling out the panties in the front. Pale pink stockings, the lace tops hugging those incredible thighs. Justin moaned into the nape of Bunny’s perfumed neck, letting his fingers linger over the two different textures – hot skin, straining lace. Bunny rocked her hips, letting the soft organza ruffles brush back and forth over Justin’s burstingly hard cock. The sensation was soft as a feather, but his erection felt as though it could cut glass.

 

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