“Look how fucking pretty you are,” X rasped. Preston shuddered as I worked my finger deeper inside him, and when I finally found that wonderful bundle of nerves inside of him, he gasped and moaned. His fingers had stilled inside X, but X didn’t seem to mind. He was just as riveted by Preston as I was. The man was fucking beautiful when he was lost in ecstasy like this.
“More,” Preston pleaded.
I hummed. “Already so desperate for it, baby.” But I did as he asked, working my finger in and out of him for a moment before adding a second. He tensed, gasping, but when I curled my fingers, glancing over his prostate again, he shuddered and pressed his forehead to X’s bruised abs. X cradled his head, then looked up at me.
A whole conversation seemed to pass between us in that moment without a word being spoken. His eyes were full of wonder and appreciation, of wanting and adoration. But beyond all that, I knew this was the best part—Preston falling apart between us. Because no matter what, Preston was our core. He was what mattered the most. Without him, there was no us. Wasn’t that I would never want X or that he would never want me. Preston soothed our rough edges, calmed us and grounded us.
He was the life force in this throuple that had formed between the three of us.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” I murmured, but my eyes didn’t leave X’s because those words were for him, too. I slid a third finger in, and Preston whined. “You almost ready for me, baby? Ready to take my cock and let me fuck you both?”
“Fuck yes,” X growled, answering instead of Preston. But still, he lifted Preston’s head and looked down at his no-doubt already-wrecked expression. “You ready for Shane, baby? You want his cock inside of you, fucking you and owning you?” He stroked his thumbs over Preston’s flushed cheeks. “Want our man to breed you, baby?”
Jesus fucking Christ. My cock throbbed and leaked precum. X’s mouth was fucking filthy.
Preston nodded. “Yes. I’m ready.” He looked over his shoulder at me, and fuck, he just about undid me. His eyes were hazy and needy. With flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips, he already looked taken apart, and I hadn’t even really gotten inside of him yet. “Please,” he begged when I only stared at him, unable to look away. “Shane, please. I want it. I need?—”
“Okay, baby,” I soothed, stroking my free hand down his spine. I slid my fingers out of him, and he whimpered. “I need you inside of X first.”
He nodded and moved onto his knees. X shifted, then spread his legs for Preston once more, smirking up at him. “So eager for it, aren’t you?”
Preston nodded, and X’s smile softened. He cupped Preston’s cheek. “We’re going to take care of you, baby.”
Preston slicked his cock up, and then began to ease inside of X. When he took too long for X’s liking, X gripped Preston’s ass cheeks, then yanked him forward. They both gasped and moaned, and Preston’s arms shook on either side of X.
And that was my cue.
I kneeled behind Preston, my cock already slick and ready for Preston. When I pressed against his rim, Preston made a needy sound in the back of his throat and bore down, letting me inside of him with ease. I gripped his hips, making sure to ease my way inside of him. When I finally bottomed out, I pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Still good, baby?”
“Yes,” he rasped, his voice wrecked. I glanced at X, needing confirmation he was good, too, and he nodded. That was all I needed.
I began to move, fucking Preston and using his hips to force him to fuck X, too. X trembled, his arms circled around Preston’s upper back, holding Preston to him. Our gazes clashed over Preston’s shoulder, and I smirked down at him. X looked just as wrecked as Preston did, and it was a beautiful fucking sight to see a man who barely let anything affect him so deeply fall apart like this.
“I’m not gonna last,” X moaned, his thighs trembling on either side of Preston’s hips. He stroked his palm down Preston’s back. “I need you to come, baby. Come on. Give it to us. Milk Shane’s cock, baby.”
Preston whined, the sound a little muffled from his face being tucked into the curve of X’s neck, and then, he was coming, moaning and trembling between us as he came. His ass tightened around my cock, and then, X was coming, too, groaning as his lips parted. I gritted my teeth, digging my fingertips into Preston’s hips as I fucked him harder, chasing my own release for the second time that night.
“You ready, baby?” I asked Preston, my breathing ragged. “Ready for me to fill you up?”
He nodded, words lost to him. I leaned over him, bracing one of my hands beside their heads, and proceeded to fuck him faster until my hips fell off rhythm and I was coming inside of him, filling him up and officially marking him as mine, too.
We fell into a heap on the bed with Preston sandwiched between us. My softening cock slid out of Preston, and he made a small noise of protest at the loss until I rolled us over so we were on our sides. We needed showers and to change the sheets, but none of us moved beyond the little bit I’d forced us to.
X eventually moved his hand off Preston’s waist to drape his arm over Preston and curl his hand around my hip. I met his eyes over Preston’s head.
“There’s no walking away from us now,” X warned me, the cocky, stalkerish asshole back. “I will chase you to the ends of the fucking world if you try leaving us, Shane.”
I hummed and pressed against Preston’s back. Reaching over Preston, I gripped X’s hip, too. “Not going anywhere, X.” He arched a brow at me. “I promise.”
And just like that, he relaxed and nodded once. “Good.”
Chapter 20
Preston
Waking up sandwiched between X and Shane was something magical. It felt so damn right, it was almost unbelievable. I’d let X practically take over my life because it felt normal to do so. Like he was always meant to be a part of my existence. But having this happen a second time, knowing there was another man who felt just as right as X did?
It didn’t seem possible, yet there it was, happening all over again.