Page 35 of Five Days

Jesus.

Before Zack could drop a truthful yet degrading comment that might trigger Landon, I bent to pick him up into my arms.

He buried his face in my neck, wrapping his legs around my waist. “That was embarrassing,” he muttered exactly as I’d expected, breathing heavily against my skin.

“The hell it was,” I argued, the throb in my groin all the evidence I needed.

“Hot as fuck,” Zack groaned from behind us in obvious torment as I was.

I set Landon on the end of my bed and pushed his hair off his damp forehead. Saliva still made a mess of his chin and had dripped to his T-shirt.

“Let’s get this off.” I tugged on the hem, and he lifted his arms, allowing me to bare his smooth chest before wiping his pink face.

He was so damned beautiful.

My heart pounded against my breastbone as I knelt and finished undressing Landon.

Clothes rustled behind me, and something soft landing on the floor, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off Landon’s flushed dick covered in cum and still hard as nails.

My mouth watered at the sight.

I’d dreamed of this moment for years and didn’t hesitate to lean in and take a taste of him—hopefully the first of many.

“Cal.” Landon sighed and leaned back on his hands to watch me make a meal of his cock.

I held his base and tongued up his shaft, swirling and licking to swipe up every smear of cum I could. Wrapping my lips around his glans, I suckled the last remnants of saltiness from his slit.

He whimpered when I popped off to rip my shirt overhead.

I surged upward and kissed him, slowly pushing him until he lay down, legs dangling over the bed’s edge. My ass was on full display from where I stood between Landon’s spread thighs, and Zack didn’t waste any time palming my cheeks exactly as I’d hoped for.

He cursed and nosed up my crack, inhaling deeply.

I shuddered, shoving my tongue into Landon’s mouth as he wrapped his arms around my torso. My dick strained to rub against his, but I kept my knees locked, since Zack seemed intent on worshiping my taint and hole.

He ate me out like a starved man, growling and groaning, fingers digging into my cheeks to keep me open for him. A quick pause to mutter something about how delicious I was and he went back to it, his tongue spearing past my ring that hadn’t been breached in years.

“Oh fuck.” I gulped, my forehead tipped against Landon’s as a shudder ripped through me. I’d never expected to have this again. “Jesus, that feels incredible.”

“What’s he doing?” Landon asked, his voice nothing more than whispered lust.

“Sucking on my ass. Tonguing my hole—fuck.” I groaned, arching even deeper in a silent beg for more.

Landon whimpered the exact needy sentiment fluttering in my chest.

As quickly as Zack started, he stopped, leaving me bereft. Rustling through his black bag sounded. Gathering supplies, most likely.

I stared down at my best friend, his light brown eyes overblown by black pupils, radiating emotion beyond mere lust of fulfilling one of his dreams.

This was not what I’d had in mind when booking Zack and the hotel.

At. All.

But I wasn’t about to complain about where we had ended up. I’d always wanted Landon, what he wrote in his first manuscript about a triad of three men, but I’d never allowed myself to hope for even having him let alone someone else sharing in our physical intimacy.

Our kiss on that dance floor hadn’t just opened the floodgates but reassured me of my love for him, my need to keep him close and be his rock until death parted us.

“Zack told me you’re in love with me,” Landon whispered, stalling out my heart.

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