Viper (Hell's Handlers MC 9)

“Fuck. Fuck!” He shouted as his vision blurred and his ears began to ring. He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t fucking think. All he could do was feel Jazz’s wet heat squeezing him from the front and Screw going to fucking town in the back. His entire body cracked and fizzed, drawing up too tight; shattering would be the only option. His balls ached, hanging heavy and demanding to unload.

Beneath him, Jazz thrashed and began to babble in a high-pitched near shriek. The sharp prick of her nails pierced his sexual haze and his vision, cleared just in time to watch her neck arch and body shudder as the orgasm claimed her.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Screw growled next to Gumby’s ear. He bit the lobe at the same time Screw hit Gumby’s prostate, and an aftershock caused Jazz’s pussy to spasm around him. The combination was more pleasure than any one man could have handled. His hands squeezed Jazz’s and he held himself deep inside her as a cataclysmic orgasm ripped through him.

Screw fucked him through it, murmuring words of encouragement as Gumby cursed again and again.

He was still trembling near sixty seconds later when Screw came as well.

“Fuck, I love this ass, Luke,” he yelled before his heavy weight came down on Gumby’s body as though he no longer had the control to hold himself up. Screw’s hands joined his and Jazz’s in a hold on the bed.

As Screw jerked and rutted above him, Gumby’s body still ground into Jazz’s. With a gasp, she pushed her pelvis hard against his. “Oh, my God, I think I’m coming again.” Then she bit her lower lip and her pussy was milking him once again.

Did life get any fucking better than this?

Sometime later, maybe an hour, maybe two they lay in the bed relaxing. Sweat had long cooled on their skin, limbs were entangled, and three sets of hands idly petted. Time didn’t matter. None of them had any task more pressing to attend to than soaking up time with each other.

While Screw and Jazz had their eyes open and could have been asleep except for the wandering fingers, Gumby had been staring at the ceiling. What a lucky bastard he was. He had not only one but two incredible loves in his life who weren’t only patient with him, but who loved him enough to confront issues and work to resolve them.

Finding someone who loved you unconditionally was a rare feat, let alone finding two.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he smoothed his hand over the top of Screw’s hairy thigh where it rested across his stomach. With Jazz curled on the other side of him running her fingers up and down his torso, he was still between his lovers. A rare spot for him. Typically, Jazz slept in the middle, flanked by her bikers.

Screw’s eyes popped open and he frowned. Jazz’s hand stopped moving and her mouth turned down as well.

“You don’t need—”

He placed a finger over her lips to shush her, but of course the vixen had to nip the tip, making his dick jerk. “I just want to get this out.”

With a nod, Jazz plastered herself even closer, resting her chin on his chest.

“We’re here. We’re listening,” Screw said with a rare serious expression.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time. As far as I’ve come feeling confident in who I am, there was still this voice in my head beating me down. My fucking sperm donor’s voice.”

“If that motherfucker were still alive…” Screw kissed his shoulder.

“I’d be right there beside you.” Jazz’s miffed tone had Gumby chuckling.

“Thankfully, he’s not. But the bottom line is, I’m sorry I flaked out on you two for a few days. My head got the better of me, and I didn’t even realize I was stressing you out or that you’d worry about my commitment to this relationship. It was selfish. I don’t have even a flicker of doubt about either of you. I love you and I’m not going any-fucking-where.”

“Baby, you don’t owe us an apology at all,” Jazz said, eyes watery. “We love you as much as you love us. Neither of us can know how it felt growing up as you did. And we don’t expect the damage your father did will just disappear because we want it to. It will probably take work for the rest of your life to keep his voice at bay.”

“But the next time it happens, talk to us, G. Like Jazzy said, we love your ass and we’re here for you. If it’s space you need to think through shit, we’ll give it to you. If you need to talk we’ll give you that too. Anything you need. Especially if you need a good fucking like you did today.” He winked.

Gumby’s heart filled near to capacity. Never before had he experienced what he’d felt every single day of his life since he’d met these two incredible people. Happiness, contentment, excitement, pride.