Viper (Hell's Handlers MC 9)

“Yes, sir.” Gumby bit his lower lip and slid two fingers into Jazz. He mimicked Screw’s gentle fingering which he’d started up again.

Beneath him, Jazz squirmed and whimpered but it soon turned into a needy whine. “Please, Will,” she begged, and he pressed a finger to her clit. She moaned and began to fuck herself on his fingers, much faster than he’d been doing.

“Please what, Jazzy? You need something? Want me to give you something?”

“Your dick,” she said, breathless. “Give me you dick.” Her back arched off the mattress. “Please, Gumby, fuck me. Now. Hard. Fast. I’m dying—oh, my God.”

With one powerful pump of his hips, he thrust all the way inside her. That first push into the soaking wet heat of her body was always the best. The way she arched into him, curled her nails into his triceps, and gasped in pleasure.

Fuck he loved it.

As he let her adjust to his girth, the sound of Screw lubing up behind him reminded him of what was still to come.

Finally, he was out to be connected to his two lovers in every way. This was the one thing their relationship had been missing. Not just the physical part of it, but he’d known they both wanted this. Wanted him to be able to let Screw into his body because it showed he’d fully let both Jazz and Screw into his life, heart and head in every single way that mattered. They were his, and he was one hundred percent theirs.

As he felt the head of Screw’s dick line up with his hole, he stopped moving inside Jazz and let his head fall forward. She stroked over his arms, chest, and abdomen whispering how much she loved him, how loved she felt by him, how proud she was. Her murmured words wrapped themselves around his heart and chased away the voice of his father trying to sneak their way into his happiness.

The poisonous bigotry of a man who never tried to understand or accept his son. Instead he spewed vile hatred and used his meaty fists to pound his disapproval into his only child. Gumby blamed his old man for the years he spent fearing his own sexuality. And he blamed him for making his two lovers wait for something so obviously right. He should have done this earlier. Given them this part of himself months ago. Not because it felt fucking incredible, but because it showed them how much he trusted, loved, and needed then in his life.

“Do it, Luke,” he ground out. “Fuck me.”

Then Screw was pushing forward with unrelenting, steady pressure. Yes, there was discomfort bordering on pain as his body expanded to accept Screw’s cock, but the second his guy breached the outer ring of muscle the pain disappeared, replaced by a tremendous and intense pressure.

Not bad, not yet good, just intense.

“Breathe,” Jazz whispered. “Screw can’t even talk right now; you feel so good around him. He’s clenching his jaw so hard it might shatter. His eyes are squeezed tight, nostrils flared. You’re wrecking his control.”

“I’m gonna have bruises on my hips from his fingers.”

Jazz smiled a knowing grin. “Yeah, I’ll just bet you are. You must be impossibly tight around him.”

“You have no fucking idea,” Screw said, voice ragged as he fell forward, resting his head between Gumby’s shoulder blades. The feel of the sweat dampened strands of his longish hair tickled Gumby’s over-sensitized skin.

“I do,” Gumby said. “I know exactly how good you feel. Why the fuck do you think I love having my dick in your ass? Now please fuck me so I can fuck our girl and give her what she needs.”

“Greedy fuckers,” Screw mumbled making both of them chuckle. Then he groaned. “Jesus, don’t squeeze me like that, I’m gonna come before we get to have any real fun.”

Then he drew back and snapped his hips forward, propelling Gumby into Jazz.

All three of them hollered out nonsense Gumby couldn’t decipher. Christ, Screw was in him deep. And as a result, Gumby was just as deep in Jazz. They’d given up condoms for good months ago after getting tested together. The slick heat of Jazz’s channel clenching around his bare cock made his eyes roll back in his head. When combined with the thick, hard dick lodged in his ass, an epic battle to keep from blowing his load too fast ensued.

“Again!” Gumby grabbed Jazz’s hands, interlaced their fingers, then slammed them on either side of her head as Screw punched his hips forward. Her tits bounced, the perfect visual to complete this feast for all his senses.

Please, again, and again, and again.

Screw must have read his mind. Or maybe he lost his own. With a near primal growl, he hammered forward and began to fuck Gumby with brutal, unrelenting strokes. After the first few, Screw shifted his hips and nailed Gumby’s prostate on every damn entry.