Screw (Hell's Handlers MC 8)

Gumby was only gone about twenty seconds, but far be it for Screw to waste those precious ticks of the clock. He glided his hand down her body, straight between her legs. Gumby returned just as Screw shoved two thick fingers inside her.

She fought the heaviness in her eyelids as Gumby positioned himself between her legs. Jesus, watching him roll the condom down his healthy length while Screw fingered her was like being privy to her own live sex show. Or being a part of one.

When the latex was in place, Gumby scooped her legs up and knelt between her spread thighs. Screw withdrew his fingers, holding them to Gumby’s lips. As Gumby licked Screw’s fingers clean, all Jazz could do was watch and whimper.

Had she ever seen anything sexier? How would she ever go back to regular sex after spending time with these two in her bed?

“Ready, baby?” Gumby asked and the endearment had funny things happening in her chest. From Screw, it was just a turn of phrase. Something he called any and every woman he met, but Gumby had never used the term on her before and it made her feel…special.

She was fucked.

But she nodded because she was also a masochist, apparently.

“Do your worst.”

Screw whistled while Gumby’s mouth turned up in a half smirk. He grabbed his cock, arranging it at her entrance before locking eyes with her and pushing into her body.

It’d been so long, way too long since she’d taken a man, and the burn associated with the stretch only amplified the pleasure.

“Fuck, Screw, she’s so goddammed tight.” He groaned once he bottomed out inside her.

Jazz shuddered around his length. Thinking grew near impossible as the endorphins made her brain feel nothing but ecstasy.

“You’re gonna lose your mind, Luke.”

Luke.

She gasped, eyes locking with Screw. Gumby called him Luke? When had that started? “Use my name, Jazzy. Here, when it’s the three of us. Or when it’s you and I. Use my name.” One of his hands stroked over her upper body, breasts, sternum, arms, shoulders, paying extra care to her scars. The other, he had wrapped around his own erection, stroking slowly. His gaze shifted from her face to where Gumby had begun to slowly pump into her. “Shit, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. That long cock disappearing into your body again and again. You take him so well, baby.” He smoothed his thumb across her bottom lip, and she sucked it into her mouth, nipping at the tip.

When both his eyes and nostrils flared, she had the vision of a powerful bull being taunted to the point of charging. Suddenly, the need to be connected to both of them surged within and she rose up on her elbows.

“Wanna taste you, Luke,” she said to Screw then cried out as Gumby’s thrusts grew in intensity. “God, that feels so good.”

Screw scrambled off the bed then angled his cock toward her mouth. She licked around the head in a circle, gathering the salty essence that had leaked as he’d watched Gumby fuck her. Then she sucked him into her mouth, as far back as she could. The position, with her head turned made it difficult to deep throat him but Screw sure as hell didn’t seem to mind.

He shouted, his head falling back as she sucked hard. “Fuck, that mouth is incredible, Jazzy.” His hips thrust, but not with much force, just enough to add a little extra friction. “Shit, yes, baby, just like that.”

Jazz felt euphoric; if she hadn’t know better, she’d have sworn she’d taken some kind of psychedelic drug. Being able to reduce a man like Screw, a man who’d had more sex than Casanova, to a babbling mess was a drug in itself.

Then there was Gumby, grunting and groaning as he powered into her again and again. His constant praise of her body made her feel like a queen. Once she started blowing Screw, he’d backed off on the strength of his thrusts, probably so she wouldn’t gag.

Considerate and a sex god.

Lethal combination.

The three of them went on like that for a while, Gumby fucking her with not gentle but not full-on powerful pumps of his hips while she devoured Screw’s length. When her arms began to tremble from holding herself up for long minutes, Screw gently pulled his wet cock from her mouth.

With a look she must have misinterpreted as tender, he wiped saliva from her lower lip. Her arms gave out then. The very second, her back hit the bed, Gumby began fucking her like a man possessed.

She shouted as he slammed into her again and again. Above her, Screw resumed his exploration of her upper body, paying extra attention to the tight points of her nipples. Gumby shifted, hiking her legs up even farther and hitting a spot in her that made her pussy clench—hard.