Page 37 of Five Days

Yeah.

Talk about hitting all the good feels in my heart and mind.

My dick jerked, my own hole spasming with the need to be filled up too.

Landon slowly exhaled, and Zack sank in until their groins pressed tightly together. Time paused, our breaths heavy, the scent of sex and sweat thick in the air. My mouth watered as I glanced down at the man I adored more than life who stared at the man he loved.

This was no love triangle.

Something stirred inside my chest, a sense of rightness even though I wasn’t physically connected to the two men before me. I settled onto my haunches, idly stroking myself as Zack pulled out until Landon’s pucker sucked around his swollen head. Zack groaned, hesitating even though Landon complained.

“Your ass—fuck.” Zack shuddered, spreading Landon’s thighs wider. “Squeeze around me again. Jesus, yes, just like that. Fuck.” He clenched his jaw and slammed in, balls deep as though staking a claim on Landon’s body.

“Ung!” Landon arched again, and my entire groin spasmed with need. He grasped at his cock, whimpering.

“Nuh uh,” I said, slapping his hand away before I realized I’d moved in on the two of them again. “That’s mine.”

“That’s right, sweetheart.” Zack palmed my nape and shoved my face toward Landon’s leaking dick. “Sixty-nine with our boy while I wreck his hole.”

Our boy.

My heart raced and dick bucked at his unyielding tone, every part of me on board with his command and claim.

“Oh sweet baby Jesus,” Landon whispered, and I had to agree with the sentiment. Zackary Briggs, confident escort and lover, knew how to lay down demands, and my body craved to obey in pleasing our boy.

Completely trusting Zack with the reins, I straddled Landon’s head and shifted my hips downward just enough so he could swallow my dick into his hot, tight throat.

I hissed, wrapping my hand around the base of Landon’s dick and bent over, intent on having him in my mouth.

Zack leaned away to make room for me, shallow thrusts bunching his massive thighs inches from my face.

I sank down over Landon’s hard length until my lips met my fist. We were connected. Three in one.

And nothing had ever felt so goddamned good.

Landon wiggled beneath me, those sweet noises vibrating his mouth around my cock and rolling my eyes back into my head.

“You’re so fucking hot, Callum.” Zack ran his strong hands up along my spine as far as he could reach, grinding his groin against Landon’s ass and my forehead. “Fuck, yeah.” He slammed into Landon’s hole, and I shifted higher to give him room, my fist taking over stroking Landon’s cock.

Zack met my stare, his hazel eyes hazed over with lust. Sweat dampened his forehead, his lips parted as he panted while thrusting into Landon in a gorgeous display of rippling muscle.

We moved toward each other as of the same mind, our mouths latching, tongues dueling for dominance.

Landon turned his face from my groin, gasping for breath. “Oh, Jesus—you’re destroying me.” He cried out with every stab of Zack’s dick into his guts, and I swallowed down Zack’s grunts.

Arousal hovered thick and heady in the air along with the scent of musk and pre-cum.

My balls firmed as I imagined the tongue stroking over mine shoving into my hole again.

As though reading my thoughts, Landon clasped my ass cheeks, spreading me wide. He licked me from balls to pucker, flicking his tip over my pucker.

“Fuck.” I tore my lips from Zack’s, glancing down.

I watched his thick cock pushing through and pulling against Landon’s ring, the wet sounds of fucking ramping up my need to come.

“Suck me,” I gasped, desperate for warmth around my shaft.

Landon gave me what I asked for, and I moaned, falling over him to take him back into my mouth. Pre-cum leaked over my tongue, and I buried him as deep as I could lodge him in my throat.

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