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“I’ve been sick. Don’t I get a hand job at least?” he murmured, his voice husky.

Fuck.

Someone was definitely feeling a little better, the fucking tease.

“Jesus Christ, baby,” I groaned, my hips thrusting forward of their own volition. “You can’t just say shit like that.”

“Can’t I, though?” he asked, pressing kisses to my throat. He pressed our cocks together, and I moaned, my eyelids fluttering all while I tried to focus on his handsome face and the torturous way he was turning me on. “Please, Eros?” he asked quietly.

Goddamn, he begged so prettily.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “When you ask like that…” I rolled him to his back before tugging his sweats beneath his ass and gripping his cock in my hand. He roughly moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as his hips bucked up into my fist, sliding his already slick cock through my fingers. Leaning down, I licked up some of his precum, groaning low in my throat as his flavor burst on my tongue. “Fuck, you taste good,” I groaned before moving up his body and pushing my own sweats down a bit.

“Jesusfuck,” Jaxon rasped when I wrapped my hand around both of our cocks, slotting them together. He made a small whining sound when I thrust my hips forward, fucking into my fist and sliding my cock along his. He clutched at my ass, urging me to move, so I did, not wanting to tease him, especially not after the rough few days he’d had.

And honestly, I didn’t want to be teased either. I hadn’t been properly touched in days, and I’dmissedhim. Missed him so goddamn much, it’d felt like a part of my body was missing.

We moaned. Groaned. Fucked into my fist together in a rocking rhythm that stole the breath from my lungs. My nerve endings were on fire, my balls drawing up close to my chest. With a shattered cry, I spilled over onto his belly, and Jaxon sucked in a sharp breath, falling into a coughing fit as he choked out my name and came as well, his cock pulsing in my fist.

The hotel room door opened, and Zeppelin swaggered in, a devilish grin tilting his lips when he spotted us. “You dirty little fuckers,” he growled, prowling toward the bed, looking every bit of the predator I knew he truly was. He crawled onto the mattress and gripped Jaxon’s hair before nipping at his jaw. I whimpered when he wrapped his fist around our softening cocks, my hips jerking from the stimulation so soon after coming my fucking brains out.

Jaxon made a soft noise of approval when Zeppelin rasped, “My turn,” into the skin of his throat.

Fuck.

CHAPTER 27

Zeppelin

Ileaned up on my knees as Eros rolled off of Jaxon. Running my eyes over both of their naked forms, taking the time to drink in how fucking beautiful and perfect they looked together, I stood at the end of the bed and tugged my shirt over my head. Jaxon swallowed thickly, then shivered when Eros traced his fingertips lightly up his flat stomach to his chest before sifting through the dark, slightly graying hair there.

Fuck, I couldn’t get enough of how good Jaxon looked. Even in his forties with graying hair at his temples, he looked good enough to fucking eat. And I was more than ready to devour him.

I tugged down my sweats, letting them stop beneath my ass before I leaned forward and gripped Jaxon’s thighs. He grunted when I tugged him to the edge of the bed, spreading his thighs so they were wrapped around my hips.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” I groaned, leaning over him to bite at his neck. He moaned, tilting his head back to give me more access. I drew in a deep breath, nuzzling into the curve of hisneck before I sank my teeth into his soft skin. He groaned low in his throat and rolled his hips, rubbing his stiff cock along the length of mine.God,he drove me fucking mad.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” I urged, swiping my tongue along his collarbone. He tasted like salt and sweat, and I couldn’t get enough of it. “That’s it. Show me how bad you fucking want me. Because I’m goddamndyingfor you. Have been fordays.”

“God,” Eros rasped, his voice strangled. Leaning over the side of the bed, his pale, bare ass in the air, he grabbed the lube out of our overnight bag before crawling across the mattress, slicking his fingers up. He flicked his tongue over Jaxon’s nipple, making our man whine, before he slipped his fingers beneath Jaxon, probing at his hole.

Jaxon moaned like a fucking whore. Andfuck, I desperately wanted to hear him make that sound again. Eros, clearly needing the same thing, did whatever he’d done before again, and Jaxon arched his back. “Fuuuuck,” he hissed, his stomach muscles contracting as he began to work himself on Eros’s fingers. “Fuck. Please. I need—” His eyes opened, his voice strangled and rough. “Zep, please. Need you inside of me.”

I gripped his cock in my hand, giving it a few leisurely strokes, watching as his eyes rolled back in his head and his lips parted, his cheeks flushing. “You’re so fucking pretty when you beg,” I rasped. “Beg me some more, baby. How bad do you want my cock inside you? How bad do you want me to fill you up with my cum? To fuck you into this mattress?”

Jaxon groaned. “Yes,” he rasped, the fingers of his right hand lacing into Eros’s hair, a hiss leaving his lips when Eros sucked his nipple into his mouth. “Fuck me, Zep. Please. Been too long without you.”

Eros removed his fingers, lifting his head enough to nod once at me to let me know Jax was ready. I lubed my cock up before sliding my shaft between his cheeks until my tip caught on his rim. Jaxon bore down, a groan rising from deep in his chest as his body easily opened for me, his tight hole wrapping around my cock.

I wrapped my hand around his throat and leaned over him, admiring the way his neck looked in my grip, how fuckingrighthe looked beneath me like this. I leaned down to kiss him, and he turned his face away. Pain sliced through my chest at the rejection, but then he muttered, “Still sick, Zep.”

I growled in displeasure before moving my fingers up to grip his jaw, yanking his face back around to look at me. “I don’t fucking care,” I snapped before leaning down and sealing our mouths together. He grunted when I began to fuck him, thrusting my cock in and out of him at a rough, brutal pace. But the way he clung to me, moaning and grunting into my mouth told me everything I needed to know.

This man of ours was a fuckingwhorefor my cock.

When I pulled back from Jaxon’s addictive lips, I gripped his thighs, pushing them back toward his chest before increasing my speed, looking down to watch the way his body sucked me in. It was like he was made for this—made to beours.

“Come here,” Jaxon growled before coughing. I looked up to find Eros shaking his head, a protest on his lips. Jaxon snarled in displeasure before gripping Eros’s hips and lifting him with sheer strength, seating my husband on his face. My hips stuttered, my mouth dropping open, and I had to still my hips for a moment to keep from coming at the mere image of Jaxon practically suffocating himself between Eros’s cheeks.

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