Screw (Hell's Handlers MC 8)

Screw kissed him back for long seconds. Until Jazz’s hands threaded through both their hair, giving a light tug. Then he turned toward her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers.

Her hands came up to frame Screw’s face. “Lucky for you, watching you two kiss gets me wet. Pretty sure we can pick up right where we left off.”

Screw growled and grabbed Jazz by her ass, hoisting her up into his arms. Walking with sure steps, he took them over to his kitchen island. The island that seemed perfect fucking height.

When her ass hit the cool granite, Jazz let out a small yelp that Screw cut off with his mouth. If he thought he was hard a few moments ago, the sight of Jazz’s bare legs wrapped around Screw’s clothed body as he kissed her senseless proved him wrong.

Now he was fucking hard.

Damn, they were a sight to behold.

Gumby stripped out of his shirt, then lost his boots and pants as well. Once he was as naked as Jazz, he gripped his cock and stroked to the gorgeous visual of his two lovers going at it.

After one more quick, hard kiss to Jazz’s swollen lips, Screw turned his heated gaze on him. “Did you notice I was in her bare?”

Gumby froze. Had he noticed? No, he had not, but the thought of it had precum dripping from the head of his dick.

Gaze on his cock, Screw chuckled. “I see you like the idea. You clean?”

He squeezed the head of his dick to keep from coming right then and there. “Yeah. Swear it.”

“Us too.”

He held Screw’s gaze until the other man said. “Want you in my ass.”

Jazz gasped and Gumby groaned. Fuck, how he wanted that too. So bad his balls had drawn up tight and ached like a motherfucker.

“Want you in there while I’m fucking her.” Screw’s voice promised a long night of sexual fulfillment.

“Jesus, Screw,” Jazz said.

Gumby reached down and fished the packet of lube out of his pocket. He’d stuck it there earlier that evening. Wishful thinking for a heated night following a successful operation.

Though they’d encountered a few craters in the road, it looked like he’d be getting his wish.

Naked as Jazz, he stalked across the room feeling like a jungle cat preparing to pounce.

Screw and Jazz had gone back to making out, so he fitted himself to Screw’s back and kissed the side of his neck. As he nibbled and sucked across the soft flesh, Gumby worked Screw’s loose pants down his legs. They pooled at his feel and if he’d had patience, he’d have gone to his knees to remove the man’s boots, but that would waste precious seconds. When he’d finished with that task, he gripped Screw by his long hair, pulling him away from Jazz’s hungry mouth.

Both of them groaned in protest, making Gumby chuckle. “Patience, lovers.” When he had Screw upright, he pulled the man’s shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere behind them. Over Screw’s shoulder, Gumby watched Jazz lick her lips as all those tattooed muscles became available to her.

She reached up, tracing the ridges of Screw’s abdomen, and Gumby swore he could feel the touch as though it was his own skin she caressed. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, awe in her voice.

“View’s not too bad from this side either,” he said as he ran his hands down Screw’s back to his ass where he cupped the firm cheeks with a hard squeeze.

Screw groaned, grinding himself back. As Screw’s ass brushed his dick, Gumby spread the man’s cheeks and rubbed his dick over the tight hole. “This ass is gonna fucking strangle me, isn’t it.”

With a dark chuckle, Screw said, “You have no fucking idea.”

“What are you waiting for, big guy?” Gumby whispered in Screw’s ear. “Fuck her.”

Jazz gave them a sly smile as she eased down onto the counter. Widening her silky legs, she planted her heels at the edge of the granite.

He’d probably spontaneously orgasm while eating breakfast tomorrow from the memories of what was about to happen in this kitchen.

“You heard the man, Jazzy.” Screw’s anger seemed to have dissipated, leaving the fun and playful man they’d come to expect. “You ready?”

She winked. “I’m pretty much always ready for you two.”

Damn, if that didn’t hit him square in the chest.

As Gumby continued peering over Screw’s shoulder, his guy gripped his cock and positioned it right at Jazz’s opening, but didn’t push in. She squirmed, clearly needing more.

“Screw,” she whined which only made the devious man chuckle.

“What’s wrong, babe?” He slid his dick through her wetness as her eyes narrowed in warning.

Two could play this game.

As Screw continued to torture Jazz, Gumby slid his finger into his mouth, coating it in spit. Then without warning he dove it between Screw’s ass cheeks until he found that puckered hole. One firm tap was all it took to have Screw shouting and jamming his hips forward, right into Jazz’s waiting pussy.