Screw (Hell's Handlers MC 8)

That deep voice skirted right down Gumby’s spine, settling in his full balls and making the need to come surge. He lifted his arms and his shirt was gone before he even had the chance to fully straighten them.

“Fuuuck,” Screw said. “Long lean muscles everywhere. May I touch him?”

Biting her lip through a mischievous smirk, Jazz shook her head. “Not yet.”

Jazzy wanted to play.

“You’re killing me, baby,” Screw said with a groan.

“You’ll be rewarded.”

Screw’s eyes darkened. “Yeah?”

Jazz spread her legs, running one finger along the seam of her yoga pants. The one that ran directly over her pussy and damn if the spot didn’t look a little darker than the rest of the material.

Gumby locked his knees to keep from pouncing on her while Screw muttered, “Fuck me.”

“Keep going.”

Screw dropped to his knees at Gumby’s feet, the move so reminiscent of when he’d sucked him last week, memories of the intense pleasure swamped him. The man went to work on his boots, unlacing and removing them one at a time. Next were the socks.

The only sound audible in the room was the huffs and puffs of their combined inhales and exhales.

Once the footwear had been removed, Screw’s eager hands moved to the button of Gumby’s jeans. He rose to a tall knee, once again giving Gumby the chance to refuse.

“Do it.”

Another smirk and then Screw popped the button and lowered the zipper one tooth at a time. Once the zipper reached its endpoint, Screw dove his hands down the back of Gumby’s pants, giving his ass a firm squeeze.

“Fuck,” Gumby yelled as his dick twitched. Damn, that strong hand clenching his ass made him want to howl at the moon.

“That’s the way, baby,” Screw said with a snicker as he shoved the jeans down Gumby’s legs. “You haven’t had the pleasure yet, Jazzy. His arms and legs aren’t the only long appendages our man’s got.”

Our man.

Jesus, those words shouldn’t turn him on as much as Screw’s touch. In fact, Screw’s touch shouldn’t turn him on like it did.

And yet…he nearly shot his load in his boxer briefs the moment those skillful fingers cupped his length. God, why did it have to feel so fucking good?

“Please,” Jazz whispered, no longer lounging back. She now sat, perched on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed to where Screw’s hand was driving him crazy. “I want to see him.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Screw said before slowly peeling the maroon boxer briefs down his body. His cock sprung out, bobbing up and down before settling out long and proud.

With a small whimper, Jazz slid off the bed and came to her knees in front of him. Gumby blew out a shaky breath. Both on their knees in front of him. He had to be dreaming.

“You want it?” Screw asked her. “Wanna suck him? Promise he tastes incredible. Almost as good as you,” he winked.

“Yes,” Jazz said as she licked her lips. She wasted no time, palming his sack with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. “You’re so hard,” Jazz whispered before licking a drop of precum from the tip of his dick.

Gumby hissed as a lightning strike of pleasure shot up his spine and nearly exploded his brain. Jesus these two were going to send him to an early grave.

“You’re right. He is tasty,” she said before sucking him into her mouth with a little hum of enjoyment.

Gumby fought the natural reaction of his eyes rolling back in his head because he wasn’t going to miss this visual for the fucking world. Jazz’s head bobbed up and down on his dick while Screw stroked a hand over her round ass.

When she moaned, the vibrations transferred to his cock and he cried out, losing the battle to keep his eyes open. But then, in the next second, he felt both suction on the tip and a greedy tongue on his shaft.

His eyes flew open once again to find Jazz sucking the head of his dick and Screw coasting his tongue up and down the length. Jesus, had there ever been a hotter sight?

When Screw’s tongue met Jazz’s lips, she pulled off his dick to engage in a hot as fuck kiss with the man. Their tongues battled in a sloppy, needy kiss full of more passion than skill.

Gumby grabbed his wet dick and pumped as he watched them make out.

Jazz pulled back, panting. “You’re still dressed,” she said to Screw.

“So I am.” He cocked an eyebrow. “What are you gonna do about that, big guy? Think you got what it takes to wrestle me out of my duds?”

He had what it took to shove his dick in Screw’s mouth to keep more snark from pouring out. But it was time to stop fucking around and get to the straight up fucking. He yanked Screw to his feet by the front of his Henley.