X smirked, not making a single move to follow my order. I narrowed my eyes on him, all while I scraped my blunt nails along Preston’s scalp so he knew I was still paying him attention. I mean, fuck, how could I not when he was sucking my cock so goddamn well?
“X, I will withdraw your orgasm for the entire fucking night if you want to play games with me. Come fucking here,” I ordered.
His eyes widened, and then, as if he couldn’t help but obey me, he moved as close as he could, straddling Preston’s kneeling form. I lifted one of my hands from Preston’s hair, then laced my fingers in X’s longer black hair and pulled him forward, kissing him. I wasn’t going to last long, and I wanted to come down Preston’s hot, wet throat with my tongue in X’s mouth.
Preston, seeming to sense I was close because he doubled down, working his mouth over me with fervor. My fingers tightened in X’s hair, yanking harshly on the strands all while I continued to just tenderly cradle Preston’s head. X moaned, his hands coming up to grip my waist, and then, I was coming, groaning long and low into the kiss as I came down Preston’s throat.
“Do you bottom?” I managed to ask X, my chest heaving as Preston popped off of me. I looked down at our man, watching as he swiped his thumb along the corner of his mouth. He admired the drop of cum there for a moment before sucking his thumb into his mouth, his eyes locking on mine as he did so.
Fucking hell.
“Up, baby,” I told him, then looked back at X, waiting on my answer.
“Prefer it,” he finally told me as Preston rose between us, his body sliding along mine. “But Preston likes to bottom, too, though he’s more verse than I am.”
I smirked, and X’s eyes turned into liquid heat, his skin flushing. “Good. Get on your back. I want to watch Preston stretch you while I stretch him. Tonight, I’m topping both of you.”
“At once?” Preston asked, looking hopeful.
I tugged him to me, then kissed his forehead. “Yeah, baby. At once.” I jerked my chin toward the bed. “Get to it.”
X was already sitting on the edge of the bed, his boxers on the floor. And fuck, the man was beautiful, even covered in bruises and scars. In fact, they only seemed to add to how damn gorgeous he was, seeming to decorate his toned arms, broad chest, and six-pack abs.
“How do you want me?” X asked, all the cockiness gone from his voice. I wondered if he truly realized how easily he’d submitted to me, but I didn’t say a word. Didn’t want to bring his defenses back up. A man like X had to trust me a shit ton to ever let his guard down like this.
“On your back,” I told him. “Hold your legs back and open so Preston can work you open, boy.”
X groaned, like the name did something to him, and judging by the way his cock jerked and leaked a little over his flat stomach, it did.
Noted.
I looked at Preston. “Get to work, baby.”
His smile was worth a million fucking dollars. He quickly made his way to the bed, then grabbed the lube off the nightstand before kneeling between X’s spread thighs. With my gaze riveted on how beautiful they looked together as Preston began to work X open, I removed my clothes, leaving Preston the only one with any article of clothing on.
But I knew, as I prowled toward the bed, his clothes were about to go, too.
Chapter 19
Shane
Watching Preston stretch X was fucking beautiful. And the way Preston kept glancing up at X from between his thighs, waiting for validation that he was doing it right, that he was making X feel good… it was so fucking adorable, my heart felt squeezed too tightly to beat properly.
“Fuck, baby, right there,” X groaned, his head falling back against the pillows. His eyes momentarily closed, his breath stuttering out of rhythm. “Fuuuck.”
“Feel good?” Preston asked, but it wasn’t asked in a way to urge him on or tease him. Preston was genuinely asking if he was truly doing it right, really making X feel that fucking good.
Stepping up to the bed now that I was undressed, I slid my fingertips down Preston’s spine, watching the way he shivered and pressed back against my touch, like he needed more. X opened his eyes, locking his gaze on mine. I just watched him, not letting anything show on my face. “Well?” I asked him, finally speaking up. “I believe our boy asked you a question.”
X looked at Preston, then carded his fingers through Preston’s hair. “As if anything you do to me couldn’t feel like pure fucking magic.”
Preston preened. I hooked my fingertips in the waistband of Preston’s boxer briefs, then slowly began to tug them down to reveal his round, peachy ass. He shivered as the cooler air of the room met his now-exposed skin, and he adjusted his position just enough to help me get the rest of his clothes off while never stopping his work of X’s body.
“You good with this?” I asked Preston as I grabbed the lube.
Preston nodded. “Yes, please. I want it. Want you. I—oh,” he gasped when I circled my now lubed finger around his rim. He shuddered, his eyes fluttering shut. X smirked and scraped his blunt nails along Preston’s scalp. “Fuck, Shane,” Preston gasped as I eased the tip of my finger inside his tight hole.
“Barely inside of you, and you’re already wrecked,” I mused.