Viper (Hell's Handlers MC 9)

“She’s right,” Screw said, some of the old confidence returning. “I’m gonna make you lose your mind, baby.”

“You do that every time you touch me,” Gumby said with a wink.

“Get the fuck over here,” Screw said on a growl. “I haven’t had a taste of you in hours, and then it wasn’t nearly enough.” He struck out with his arm, snagging Gumby around the neck. In the next instant, their mouths fused together, and the worry Screw hadn’t been feeling finally fled.

He kissed his man with a sweet softness often reserved for Jazz. Together, the two of them tended to be rougher, more volatile, and aggressive in their sex. But this, Gumby’s willingness to explore a side of himself he’d feared and denied for so long, this deserved gratitude and reverence from Screw in the way he best expressed himself. Poetic words may never be his strong suit, but he could show his man with his body exactly what this gift meant.

Gumby sighed into his mouth. Not one to miss an opportunity, Screw slipped his tongue between his lover’s lips, playing with him using light, teasing flicks and strokes.

Jazz’s soft hand coasted up and down his back eliciting a series of shivers. Most likely, she did the same to Gumby, yearning to be part of their connection as much as her men needed her to be. “You’re so beautiful together,” she said, admiration clear in her voice. “I love watching you. Both so strong and powerful.”

Gumby’s lips curved against his own, making Screw smile as well. “Feel like she’s trying to butter us up.”

With a chuckle, Screw raised an eyebrow. “I was planning on some good old-fashioned lube, but if butter is what you want…”

As Jazz laughed, Gumby snorted. Though he acted exasperated with Screw’s nonsense, they both knew he really appreciated the levity in a time when he’d have ordinarily been lost in his head with nerves.

“Where do you want me?” Gumby asked.

Those five simple words conveyed so much trust and love, Screw suddenly faltered.

Holy shit, he had to make this good for Gumby. Perfect for him. For all three of them.

And if he failed…

He swallowed as a cold rush of fear washed over him. That wasn’t an option.

Jazz, the fucking angel she was, wiggled her way down the mattress until she was lying on her back with Gumby straddling her chest. “I’ll tell you where I want you,” she said with a sly grin before craning her neck and sucking the tip of Gumby’s dick in her mouth.

The combo sound of surprise and pleasure Gumby barked out had Screw’s own cock jerking. He gave it a few firm tugs to keep from losing his mind.

Jazz did it again, this time taking more of Gumby’s thick length into her mouth and encouraging him with a tug on his thighs to gently thrust forward.

Lips stretched wide around Gumby’s cock in the most erotic way, she cast her gaze in Screw’s direction. She loved sucking her men off almost as much as Screw did, only he was lucky enough to enjoy a cock and feast on Jazz’s pussy. Watching the joy his lovers experienced as they lost themselves in each other chased away his uncertainty and brought desire back to the forefront.

Throbbing with an ache that would subside one way, Screw shifted until he was behind Gumby. He’d not only make it good for his lover, he’d make it so the man craved his cock as much as Screw craved Gumby’s. Next time they’d be fighting over positions.

Leaning in, he inhaled the clean fresh scent of Gumby straight from the shower. The perfect time to dirty him up a little. Screw traced a finger down the length of Gumby’s spine. Already, the lean muscles of his back bunched and flexed as he endured the sweet torture of Jazmine’s mouth.

She must have sucked particularly hard because Gumby cursed and bucked his hips which made his ass nudge Screw’s cock. Already, a sticky line of precum trailed from the tip with some now glistening on Gumby’s ass cheek. He’d been dreaming of this for so long. Dreaming of burying himself in the hot, tight, depth of Gumby.

And it was finally time.

Time to close the loop and make Gumby theirs in every way possible.

GUMBY

JAZZ WAS QUICKLY sucking his ability to think straight out his cock. Every time he nudged the back of her throat, she fucking hummed in appreciation or swallowed making him both praise her and curse her. “Jesus, baby, you’re killing me with that sinful mouth.”

She gazed up at him, a wicked glint in her eye as she yet again tugged his legs nearly forcing him to thrust. He was trying his damnedest to keep the plunge of his hips gentle and not choke her, but fuck; there was only so much he could survive before the need to fuck like an animal took over.