I rolled over to face him, and the moment our lips met, I closed my eyes, sinking in to him and letting him take control. He continued working his fist along my length until I was fucking into his hand, my precum making the glide a little easier.
“Look at you—so desperate for it,” X growled. He fisted a handful of my blond hair in his hand and yanked my head back. When his teeth nipped at my Adam’s apple, I groaned, my balls drawing up tight. X stilled his hand like he could sense when I was about to come and chuckled darkly when I whined. “You’re not coming until you’re inside me and I’ve come first.” He moved my head so our eyes met. “Got it?”
I nodded, swallowing thickly. “Then you better—” I moaned when he kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He released me, then rolled me onto my back, moving to straddle my hips. My hands clutched at his hips, my breath stuttering in my lungs.
I loved being inside of X. Loved fucking him. But when he fucked himself on my cock? It was other-fucking-worldly.
“You ready?” he asked me.
A breathy laugh escaped my lungs. “I think I should be asking you that, don’t you think? You haven’t even stretched yourself.” But it was rare he did. X liked to make it hurt. He preferred the excruciating burn. And so long as he took it easy and took care of himself afterward, who the fuck was I to tell him what he could or couldn’t do with his body when it came to his kinks?
Most kinks were all about safety and aftercare, after all.
He slicked his hole up with lube, then applied a good amount to my own cock. When my tip pressed to his opening, my lips parted on a silent moan, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head. He was going to be so tight, it would damn near hurt, but fuck?—
Oh, God, it was soooo worth it.
“X…” I choked out when he began to ease down on me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled. Finally, he dropped all the way down on me, and I trembled, straining not to blow my load right then and there. Seeing X with all his tattoos and hard, defined muscles with those bruises that just seemed a part of his physique at this point sitting astride my dick was about to have me combusting.
“Damn, you don’t last long anymore, do you?” X taunted.
I gritted my teeth. “X,” I growled, my voice a warning. I liked praise, but when we were together like this and he was degrading me? Fuuuck, I wouldn’t last.
“Alright,” he chuckled. And then, he was lifting and dropping back down on me, his pace quickening once he fully adjusted to my length inside of him. I gripped his hips, ran my hands over his hair-roughened, bruised thighs, touched his abs and his strong chest. All the while, I watched the way our bodies joined and how his fist worked his cock in time with his thrusts.
“Oh, fuck,” X finally choked out. His hole tightened around me, and then, he was coming, his cum splattering over my belly and chest and coating part of his fist. And God, seeing that was such a fucking relief because right after, I came with him, filling him up and pumping my cum deep inside of him.
“I love you,” I panted, my body sinking into the mattress, practically becoming one with it. I was drained and sated, sleep finally tugging at me.
X eased off of me, then leaned down to press a kiss to my lips. I barely had the energy to respond after coming my fucking brains out.
“I love you in all the ways I can,” he promised. Then, he headed into our connected bathroom. I was asleep before he returned to the bedroom.
Chapter 13
Shane
Listening to X and Preston fuck was… something else. And left me wanting and unable to sleep the entire night, even after all the sounds in the apartment otherwise went silent, only the electricity humming through the wall left to keep me company. Hearing Preston moan and X talk dirty to him had affected me in a way I never thought I could be affected again.
For so long, I’d been okay with my hand. Rub one out real quick to take the edge off, then move on with my day. I hadn’t craved another human being since I was a teenager. Since I joined the military and was forced to dull my emotions. To change and become a monster. A machine that did nothing more than my commander’s bidding.
Yet I found myself wanting X and Preston despite everything. Despite them stalking me. Despite X being a sociopath who didn’t understand the meaning of boundaries. Despite Preston enabling his wild, outrageous behavior.
This wasn’t me. I didn’t want.
But there was no denying that they had me hooked and were slowly reeling me in. And I was surprised to find I didn’t hate it. That I didn’t mind being ensnared. That I didn’t mind wanting them.
And even now, as I was supposed to be working on a tattoo, I couldn’t keep my mind off the two men who had infiltrated my life and already come to mean something to me.
Preston adjusted himself on his seat for the umpteenth time, trying to get comfortable. Or maybe he was antsy. I had two appointments that morning, so I’d had to come into the shop, which meant I brought Preston along with me. Zeppelin obviously had questions—I could practically see his brain smoking with the effort to keep them contained—but he kept his mouth shut and said nothing about the situation.
“A tattoo virgin?” Logan asked as he walked into the shop, not bothering with any sort of actual greeting, not that I ever expected him to. Logan was a smart ass with a mouth that ran fast. He was lucky his hands were just as quick, otherwise he’d land himself in a heap of trouble more often than not.
“What?” Zeppelin asked, frowning at his… son-in-law? It felt weird to say that when they were so close in age, but Logan was essentially married to Spencer, and Spencer was Zeppelin’s partner’s son.
“Him,” Logan said, jerking his thumb in Preston’s direction.