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“So tight,” Leo groaned as his hips flexed and tried to push in deeper. He stayed where he was, buried within me until the lingering pain dissipated and I relaxed some more. “Good?” he asked me.

“Good,” I managed, still trying to get accustomed to the sensation of being so utterly full.

“Need to move,” he said, his voice ragged, but he remained still, waiting for my consent, which I eagerly gave. I needed him to move too.

The first slow withdrawal had me groaning deeply, the feeling so damn good, and when he slid back inside, the drag of his thick shaft along my inner walls had me groaning louder. Now every time he retreated, I waited breathlessly for him to fill me up again, and once I got used to the action, he picked up the pace, pumping in and out until I didn’t recognize the sounds falling from my own mouth. Deep, needy groans and whimpers getting louder and more insistent as the pressure in my body began to build. Gabe dropped kisses along my neck at the same time his fingertips rubbed over my hard nipples, tweaking them, moving to my pecs, and dragging his blunt nails through the hair along my chest.

Leo tapped my ass. “Leg up,” he murmured, his voice strained. I complied and the slight change in his angle was enough for pleasure to zap all over my body. Where I found his finger on my prostate to be intense, his cock grazing over the sensitive nub was off the charts.

“Leo,” I shouted, as wave after wave of pleasure ricocheted around my body and along my limbs. He didn’t stop, gradually increasing his pace until almost too much sensation cascaded through my every cell. Overloaded with more pleasure than my scrambled brain could take, I incoherently garbled words encouraging him to keep fucking me, to not stop, never stop.

“So close,” he moaned as his movements became jerky, and with a final deep punch of his hips, I felt him swell inside me, and my inner walls were coated with copious amounts of his sticky cum, his cock pulsing deep, filling me with his release. Our joining blew me apart at how close and connected we were in that moment.

I was so on edge with need, still wanting something so badly but unable to describe it. My nerves taut, my skin stretched too tight, my body still unsated.

I wasn't done.

I needed more.

I needed Gabe.

“Gabe,” I whispered against his lips. He captured my mouth in a final hard, rough kiss before shimmying out from under me and climbing off the bed. He took Leo’s place when he withdrew, and after adding more lube to himself, immediately slid his own hard dick inside me. He was thicker and an inch or so longer than Leo, but he slipped in easy, the lube, Leo’s cum, and my stretched opening providing a smoother glide. It still didn’t stop the sensations firing through my body from being any less mind-blowing, any less intense.

Once he’d bottomed out, he didn’t wait for me to adjust to his thick length before pulling fully out and slamming right back in. I grunted loudly, each deep thrust making me see stars, loving how Gabe took his own pleasure while still ensuring I got mine. Moments later, his strong hands gripped my hips, hardly giving me enough time to brace myself before he began to pound my ass with all he had.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I shouted as he set a savage pace, knowing I’d take the battering after Leo had loosened me up. His merciless dick hammered at my hole, his fingers digging deep into my flesh, holding me firmly in place.

“I knew you’d feel spectacular wrapped around my dick,” he growled. “I fucking knew it. Jesus, I can’t get enough.”

He rocked his hips and hit my prostate time and again with every hard thrust, pushing me ever closer to the edge. My balls tightened as my body tensed up, clamping hard around his shaft, and when Gabe growled loudly behind me, I lost any hope of lasting longer. Moaning incoherently, I shot over the cotton sheets as Gabe rode my ass, fucking more and more cum out of me as my brain exploded and my body ignited from being so expertly and thoroughly used.

Gabe roared as he came, coating my slick channel, setting off deep convulsive aftershocks, each one detonating in my brain, squeezing more pleasure from my body, more cum from my cock until there was nothing left to give. Slowing his hips, he eased himself out, and without his hands supporting me, my wobbly legs gave out, no longer able to hold themselves up. I collapsed on the bed, ignoring the fact I lay in a pool of my own cum, too tired and sated to care.

“Wow,” Leo spoke. “Such a fucking turn-on.” Angling my head to the side to look at him, he leisurely stroked his dick, cum covering his fingers where he’d jacked off watching us fuck.

Gabe flopped down beside me with the biggest, smuggest grin on his face, making me smile, too, and my heart swell to bursting. “I love you,” I murmured, no longer able to withhold my feelings for him. Having him inside my body, so intimately connected and emotionally attached, had changed everything. He’d broken through the last of my walls and I had no defenses left in my heart against him.

“Thank you,” he replied, his hand reaching for my face, stroking my sweat-covered skin.

I didn’t expect him to say the words in return because I understood it wasn’t the same for him. He had things to work through, as did I, but I’d never felt emotions so earth-shattering, so life-changing, even with my wife. Whether that was due to the act being so intimate, giving me nowhere to hide my feelings, or him leaving a part of himself behind when he came, I had no clue. Regardless, Gabe had every part of me, and I was completely and utterly his.

Chapter Thirty-One

Leo

Dropping down on the bed beside a very satisfied-looking Mitch, I heard his soft I love you to Gabe, and peeking around him, caught Gabe’s caring reaction to the words. His reply of thank you saddening me because he still hadn’t quite reached the right place to tell Mitch what I’m sure he hoped to hear, but I understood Gabe’s reluctance to fully let Mitch in. I wondered if he reminded him of one of his exes, or if they had the same type of personality, perhaps? Either way, I had to work hard to suppress my anger at the damage they’d undoubtedly caused him.

Despite his air of arrogance and don’t-give-a-crap attitude, he took everything into his heart, and for them to trample all over it made my blood boil. My one consolation, and I didn’t care how selfish that made me, was Gabe now belonged to us—me and Mitch—and we wouldn’t be foolish enough to make their mistake. Now we’d gotten him, we were not letting him go, no matter his insecurities, no matter how much effort it took, we’d protect him with all we had.

“We need to change the sheets,” Mitch grumbled, “only I’m too tired to move.”

“I’ll do it,” I said, and rolled off the bed. “Where are they?”

He vaguely pointed at the closet, so I headed over and got a fresh set, ordered them both off the bed and handed them to Gabe. I removed the sweat and cum-stained sheets while he replaced them with the clean ones. Mitch slid under the covers as soon as we’d finished, like a big ole bear hibernating for the winter, as he snuggled down.

“Move over.” I poked him in the side and got a grunt for my efforts. “Put Gabe in the middle.”

His tired eyes lazily opened, and I sighed, hopeful I’d get to wake up with him all sleepy and irritable a lot more often. He studied me for a second before giving a nod, immediately understanding the need for my request without me having to explain. He dutifully rolled toward my side as I got out of bed and went around the other, so Gabe was now sandwiched between us.

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