By the time he finished his tirade, his chest was heaving, he no longer noticed the freezing temperature, and he practically shouted the words. Oh, and his dick was harder than a fucking spike.
With a single nod, Gumby said, “Yeah, I get you.”
“Good.” Now that the lecture had ended, what remained was Screw’s tight grip on Gumby’s hair, their faces inches apart, and one—he glanced at Gumby’s lap—two hard cocks. Neither had come earlier in the evening, and while he’d loved giving Jazz the attention, he’d been left with one helluva case of blue balls. Gumby didn’t seem to be faring much better.
“What the fuck do you do to me?” Gumby asked, voice strained as though he knew resisting would be a wasted effort but hadn’t quit yet.
“Hopefully, I get you off, fucking hard.”
A grunt was the only response.
Screw released Gumby’s hair then positioned himself in front of the other man. With their gazes locked, Screw slowly undid his belt. Then the button on his jeans. And the zipper. When he started to lower it, Gumby tracked the move like a hawk. It was too fucking cold to get naked and Screw wasn’t about to risk the moment by suggesting they relocate inside, so he just pulled his swollen shaft out of his black briefs.
Gumby licked his lips and Screw swore he felt that fucking tongue on his sensitive skin. “Jesus,” he whispered. “You may not know what the fuck I do to you, but I know you make me fucking crazy. Take yourself out.”
Glancing around into the quiet night, Gumby hesitated.
“Do it,” Screw barked. If he didn’t get off and get Gumby off in the next few minutes he was going to self-destruct.
Gumby’s eyes flared at the order. Hmm, looked like the other biker on the porch enjoyed being bossed around a little.
File that under Useful Info.
Yes, he was pushing Gumby out of his comfort zone and maybe that made him an ass, but he had no patience for closeted hookups. Hiding his sexuality had never been a thing for Screw. If it felt good, he did it. Why the fuck not? He got one go around on earth and didn’t plan to waste the time worrying over whether others approved of his sexual practices or not. Basically, he was game to try anything once, and if it felt good, he’d add it to his bag of tricks. More than one of his male partners had been surprised when he’d asked them to fuck him, assuming his whole alpha biker persona would make him a strict top.
Stupid assumption. Getting nailed in the prostate felt fucking amazing. One of the best things in life. Why the hell wouldn’t he want it as often as he could get it?
He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the sight of Gumby unveiling his dick. The man did basically the same maneuver Screw had done, making only enough room to free himself from the tight confines of his navy boxer briefs. Access to their cocks was all Screw needed. They wouldn’t fuck tonight. Not here on Jazz’s porch while she snoozed away inside. No, the first time they fucked she’d be present, right there with them, maybe between them.
Guess that confirmed he wasn’t ready to leave.
Fuck, getting any further involved with these two would be a huge mistake. Jazz would end up hurt when Screw inevitably bailed. He didn’t do fucking feelings and Jazz would want that at some point.
But she’d have Gumby to catch her when Screw let her go. Maybe this could work. Could be the best of all worlds. For a little while, he’d play their third. Have some fun. Fuck. Then, once emotions crept in, he’d jump ship leaving Jazz and Gumby to the relationship garbage.
If it was so easy, why did the idea of his two lovers comforting each other in his absence make him want to spit nails?
“Hey,” Gumby said. “Where’d you go?”
Screw blinked then shot Gumby his patented sassy grin. “Nowhere. But I’m about to climb onto your lap.”
Gumby moved his hands aside. “By all means.”
Once again, Screw sifted his fingers through the other man’s hair. Gumby’s eyes fluttered closed as a groan left his lips, but they popped back open when Screw gave a firm tug on the short strands.
One at a time, Screw brought his knees up on the bench, on either side of Gumby. As he settled in, their dicks bumped, and sharp pleasure zapped him.
“Fuck,” Gumby said through clenched teeth.
“Yeah.” It’d been a while since he’d been with a man, and Screw had nearly forgotten how damn good it felt to rub his cock against another one.
“You gonna jerk us off?” Gumby asked, his breathing growing erratic.
“Nuh-uh. You are,” Screw said before nipping Gumby’s lower lip. His lover reacted as he’d hoped and fused their mouths together. Just as their kiss earlier had been, this was animalist in its intensity. They fought for dominance, for control, for anything to increase the pleasure. Every stroke of Gumby’s tongue against his might as well have been against his cock with the way it drove him higher.