Viper (Hell's Handlers MC 9)

“Baby,” he said again, in warning this time just before a warm wet tongue licked up his spine.

“Oh, fuck me.” He dropped forward, hands bracing on the mattress as the ability to remain upright fled.

“Plan to, G. I plan to fuck you so goddammed good you’ll never remember a life before my cock and Jazz’s hot pussy.” Screw’s whispered words in his ear made him tremble in anticipation.

With a snort, Gumby tried to clear his head enough to speak. To respond to the tiny thread of insecurity coming from Screw. “Already there, Luke. Cock or not, I can’t breathe without you two.”

Screw nipped his neck at the same time Jazz cupped his balls. She gave the gentlest of tugs, sending a zing of white-hot pleasure up his spine and straight out his head. Before he had time to react, Screw’s hands closed on his ass and spread him apart.

“Keep working his cock, Jazzy. I’m gonna get our guy ready to be fucked.”

Gumby’s head fell forward on a groan. He’d never survive this. Already the pleasure bordered on pain and the need to come grew unbearable. He heard the sound of the lube bottle snicking open and sucked in a breath. What came next was something he’d barely participated in, even with Screw and Jazz. Only the most basic of ass play. Stroking over his hole, tapping it, the occasional blow of air from Screw, but he hadn’t been breached.

Until now.

The second the pad of Screw’s finger brushed over his hole, Gumby’s entire body clenched up. “Shhh,” Screw whispered in his ear, keeping a consistent pressure but not advancing the digit. “Take a second. Breathe. It’s just me. And I fucking love you, G.”

He nodded, throat too tight to speak. The fact Screw wasn’t asking if he was sure or wanted to back out, meant the world to Gumby. He’d made up his mind and told Screw what he wanted. The other man knew he wasn’t wishy-washy but needed time to adjust.

Beneath him, Jazzy popped off his dick and wiggled a bit. The next thing he knew her small hand closed around his wet dick, replacing her mouth. Now that she’d shifted, he was able to gaze into her eyes. She kept him steady as Screw increased the pressure and eventually slipped the tip of his finger into Gumby’s ass.

“Shit,” he whispered as pressure like he’d never experienced expanded in him.

“Do you have any idea how you look when you’re being pleasured?” Jazz said, hand jacking him with firm strokes.

“Uhh…” Fuck, his brain barely worked.

“Gorgeous.”

“I’ve got nothing on you, baby,” he said before leaning down and kissing her. The taste of Jazz flooded his system and he thrust into her hand seeking relief. As he lost himself in his woman, Screw pulled his finger out and thrust back in with intent this time.

“Fuck.”

“Mmmm,” Jazz rumbled from her throat. “Feels good, right?”

Screw did it again and again and Gumby found himself groaning as he felt his body relaxing and accepting the other man’s finger. And, fuck, Jazz was right. “Feels fucking amazing.”

Screw continued to fuck him with his finger for a few moments. Surprisingly, after the first minute or two, Gumby found himself craving more. A deeper penetration, thicker fullness, just…more. “Screw,” he said, sounding like a man on the edge. His throat felt like he’d crawled through the desert for days without water.

What was he even asking for? Pleading for?

“I’ve got you.”

A second finger jointed the first increasing the burn in his ass. “Christ,” he said. As he accepted the fiery feeling of being stretched, that in itself became a pleasure. “Jesus, I fucking love it.”

Jazz jerked him a little faster and Screw increased the pace and force of his fucking. All of a sudden a white-hot zap of electricity unlike anything he’d ever felt shot through every inch of his body. He cried out, throwing his head back as he fought the strong need to come.

“Shit, shit, shit. Fuck, you have to stop.”

Both Jazz and Screw froze instantly. Jazz’s eyes widened and filled with concern. “We can stop. Of course, we will.”

He kissed her hard, the sweet woman.

“No, I don’t mean stop. You almost made me come.”

She winked and Screw began to press hot, open mouthed kisses up and down his spine with his fingers still lodged deep in Gumby’s ass. “That’s fine by us. Pretty sure you’ll get hard all over again once Screw gets inside you.”

If Screw so much as twitched, he’d hit Gumby’s prostate again and he’d come all the fuck over Jazz.

Sounded like heaven, but he had other plans.

“Not till I’m in you. Not until that pussy is milking me and I’m fucking you as hard as he’s fucking me. Doesn’t that sound even better, beautiful?”

Jazz shivered and her eyes darkened. “Yeah, God, that sounds perfect.”

“Get inside her, G,” Screw demanded in a harsh bark.