Warm fingers wrapped around my cock, and I moaned softly, pressing forward, seeking more, even in my half-asleep state. A low rumble met my ears before lips skimmed the shell of my ear, making me shiver. “So desperate for it, even in sleep,” X murmured as he swiped his thumb over my tip, making me choke on a gasp. Swooping down, he slanted his lips across mine and thrust his tongue into my mouth. When his hand began to move along my length, I moaned into the kiss, already desperate for him.
“Starting without me?” Shane rasped, his hand flexing on my hip. My brain short-circuited when he began sliding his calloused palm down my thigh, then back up so he could grip my ass and give it a squeeze.
“Just getting him worked up,” X responded, pulling his mouth from mine. I made a small noise of protest, but then, X did something magical with his fist that had my mouth falling slack. “And look at him—barely took a fucking thing to get him all worked up.”
“Mmm.” Shane nuzzled the back of my neck, continuing to just touch me as X worked me over, his focus solely on getting me off. “Think you can bottom for me, boy?”
“Oh, fuck, please,” I begged, looking at X. I wanted to see Shane inside of him. Honestly, having X get me off before it happened would sate me enough because I wanted to see the whole thing and not only what I could see while being a part of it. Shane was going to own X, and I needed to see it happen.
“Like that idea, baby?” X teased before kissing me again. He worked his hand faster, my precum helping to make the glide of his fist up and down my length a bit smoother. I could barely think, much less breathe properly, as X continued tongue-fucking my mouth and Shane kept touching me in all the places I was most sensitive. He wasn’t even being sexual about it. It was just him touching me that was driving me fucking crazy.
“I’m so close,” I panted when X pulled back so we could both catch our breaths, but there was no hope of that for me. My hips were driving forward into X’s fist, and my eyes were rolling back in my head, my breathing ragged. My balls were drawing up tight. I was so fucking close to coming. I couldn’t?—
X moved beneath the blankets, and the moment his warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock, I was a fucking goner. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my hips falling off-rhythm. I trembled, my fingers lacing in X’s hair and gripping tightly. He moaned around me, drinking me down, and Christ, it was so fucking good.
Shane gripped my chin and turned my head. Leaning over me, he kissed me soft and slow, his lips moving with mine in a dance that had my heart clenching in my chest. When he pulled back, he pressed another kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Good morning,” he murmured. Then, he released me and got out of bed, padding to the bathroom.
“How’s your migraine?” I called after him.
“Better, baby. Thank you.”
I melted a little. I loved taking care of my men, but knowing how much they appreciated it when I did just about fucking did me in every single damn time. I knew X mostly put up with it, but I also knew he’d pout and throw a tantrum if I didn’t shower him in attention. The man was a contradiction, but I loved him all the same.
Shane emerged from the bathroom, sweats now gone, and I swallowed thickly at the sight of all his brown skin on display. He was beautiful with corded muscles, a light dusting of hair on his chest and stomach, and thickly muscled thighs. His cock hung heavy and hard between his thighs, and I groaned at the sight of it. I already knew what it felt like inside of me—fucking incredible—and now, I would get to watch X experience it, too.
I sat up a bit, my cheeks warming when Shane kneeled on the bed and used a wet wipe to begin cleaning me up. X only snorted and lifted his hand to his lips, licking my cum off his palm and fingers. Shane ignored him, but I fucking couldn’t. My dick was threatening to rally all over again, but I didn’t need more.
After tossing the wipe into the trash, Shane laid back down on the bed, then arched a brow at X. “You going to sit there all day, boy, or are you going to come over here so I can open you up?”
X’s eyes heated, and even I had to swallow a moan at the commanding note in Shane’s voice. He wasn’t being soft and gentle with X—not that he ever was. The two of them didn’t work like that. X needed someone to take charge and keep him in check, even if he didn’t realize it, and Shane was the perfect person for that.
“I don’t need to be opened?—”
“You do, and you will,” Shane said, cutting him off and making X scowl. Shane grabbed the lube off the bedside table, then crooked a finger at X. “Come.”
“I’m not a fucking dog,” X snapped at him, but he moved across the bed nonetheless to straddle Shane’s waist.
I pulled the blankets up to my chest, then rolled onto my side so I could watch them. Shane gripped X’s hip. “You’re being awfully fucking bratty, boy. Feel a little out of your element?” Shane taunted.
X curled his upper lip at Shane in annoyance. “Fuck you.”
Shane chuckled, the sound dark, and X literally shivered. “Oh, I plan to fuck you, boy.” He squirted some lube onto his fingers, then reached around, probing at X’s entrance. X’s eyelids fluttered, and he leaned forward a bit, granting Shane easier access. Shane hummed in approval. “Good boy.”
X shot him another annoyed look, but it seemed much more faked. Shane, obviously knowing how to toy with X just right, just smirked and slipped a finger inside X. X groaned, his head falling forward, his inky black hair forming a curtain around his face. His arms quivered beside Shane’s head as Shane did something with his fingers, and I knew the moment he found that bundle of nerves inside X because X groaned and rolled his hips, trying to fuck himself on Shane’s finger.
Shane swatted his ass. “None of that, boy. I’m in charge.”
“Fuck you,” X hissed, but there was little heat behind it.
“Be patient, and I will,” Shane retorted. He slipped a second finger inside, and X moaned, his thighs quivering with the effort it took for him to remain still and obey Shane. And the fact that he wanted to obey Shane when I’d always known him to need to be in control was a beautiful thing to witness. X was strong and tried to carry all the burdens on his shoulders, but this was proof that X would allow Shane to carry it with him.
“And you thought Preston was desperate for it,” Shane mused, shooting me a wink. I grinned. Shane’s playful side was a rare thing to witness, but when he let it out, it always did something funny to my heart.
“You can?—”
Shane did something then with his fingers, and X choked on his next breath. Before he could recuperate, Shane was pushing in with three fingers, and X fell forward, tucking his face into Shane’s neck and panting. Shane hummed low in his throat, working X open. “That’s it, boy. Fuck, you’re taking my fingers so goddamn well. Can’t wait to split you open on my cock.”
“Fuck,” X moaned, rocking back faster now. He made a small noise of protest when Shane slipped his fingers out, but before he could really feel empty, he was pressing the mushroomed tip of his thick cock to X’s opening. X moaned and pressed back, forcing Shane inside of him.