Screw (Hell's Handlers MC 8)

“Yes!” she shouted at the same time Screw yelled, “Fuck.”

“That’s some dirty pool, William.” Screw said with a growl. “You’re lucky it feels so damn good that I want more.”

“More like this?” He slowly increased the pressure on Screw’s hole until the man released a breath and relaxed, letting him in. “That’s it,” Gumby whispered as his long finger sunk deep into Screw’s ass. “Christ, this is a tight asshole.”

Screw grunted. He’d buried himself balls deep in Jazz but didn’t move beyond that as he adjusted to the invasion. Beneath him, Jazz stroked everywhere she could reach, murmuring how hot Screw was, how good he felt, how well Gumby was gonna fuck him.

Screw shuddered, his head dropping forward as Gumby began to fuck him with his finger. After a few seconds of listening to the man pant and curse, he pulled his finger out. This time, he spit onto his fingers, coating two of them even further before returning his hand to Screw’s ass.

As he slid two fingers in deep, Screw said, “Fuuuck.”

“You okay?”

“Yes. Very fucking okay.”

“Mmm,” Gumby said. “Not sure I’m gonna survive being in this ass.”

“You better,” Jazz said. “I’ve got plans for you.”

Jesus, these two had him by the balls.

And the heart.

As Gumby prepared Screw for his cock by fucking and scissoring him with his fingers, Screw began to tilt his hips, thrusting into Jazz with small strokes. The muscles in his back bunched and flexed as he moved. Then there was his ass, contracting around his fingers with every thrust. Jazz sighed in pleasure as she continued her exploration of Screw’s muscles. Gumby increased the pressure, searching around for—

“Oh, fuck!” Screw shouted as his hips jammed forward with force.

Jazz cried out as well. “What was that?”

Gumby did it again, and Screw slapped the table while groaning.

“I believe I just nailed our man’s prostate.”

“Fuck yeah, you did. Do it again.” No one could ever accuse Screw of being shy about asking for what he wanted.

“Yeah, do it again,” Jazz echoed.

So he did. A few times, loving the way it made Screw fuck hard into Jazz. Sweat beaded up along Screw’s spine. Gumby couldn’t resist taking a lick of the salty fluid.

The ache in his cock could no longer be ignored. “I need to be in this ass, now,” Gumby said.

“I ain’t stopping you.” Screw panted as Gumby’s fingers left his body.

After taking a quick nip of Screw’s shoulder, Gumby grabbed the packet of lube from the table. He ripped it open with his teeth and drizzled a generous amount on his cock. The tip was already wet with precum, in fact, a line of sticky fluid stretched from Screw’s thigh to the tip of Gumby’s dick.

Once lubed up, he fitted the head of his cock to Screw’s hole. Just that, just the pressure of it fluttering around the head of his dick had fire racing up Gumby’s spine. “Ready?”

“You’re sweet and all to check in, but get that fucking thing in me already,” Screw said with a near snarl.

As he began to drive forward, Gumby bit his lower lip. Screw was clearly no stranger to being fucked because he blew out a breath and bore down, allowing Gumby entry with minimal effort. The second he slipped past the tight ring of muscle, both of them sighed.

He’d never been in anyone bare and the heat and clasp of Screw’s tight ass was like nothing he’d ever felt before. In seconds, he’d worked his entire length into the man, breathing like he’d run laps around the house.

Screw still had his head bent forward which allowed Gumby to lock eyes with Jazz. Heat and desire stared back at him along with something else. Something so damn intimate it took all he had not to run from it by closing his own eyes.

Last time they’d been together this way, all three of them as one, he’d written the feelings off as the anomaly of his first threesome. Now he knew better because there it was again. The rightness. The closeness. The absolute perfection of the moment.

The feeling that he was exactly where was meant to be with who he was meant to find.

SCREW CONCENTRATED ON not blowing his load inside Jazz before Gumby got to actually fucking him. He’d had plenty of threesomes, but always as the outer cookie, never the creamy center. And now he fully understood why everyone went nuts for that cream.

Without the barrier of a condom, Jazz’s tight, wet heat nearly seared him. Her hands roaming all over his skin ignited millions of nerve ends making his entire body tingle and fizz. Behind him, Gumby licked up his spine. Gumby’s end of the day stubble abraded his skin and added to the sensory overload.

Then there was his cock. That long shaft, buried to the nuts in Screw’s ass. He was so fucking full and stretched he felt he could split in two. Despite it all, he wanted more. So much more.