Page 64 of Redeemed
My leather jacket slides off my shoulders and he rips my shirt down the middle. That makes David laugh, but with Trajan latched onto my throat and manhandling me out of my clothes, I can’t do much more than smile.
“Want you,” he says, another growl that cranks me up higher than the first.
“Oh, I want you so much,” I manage to gasp.
“Come here.” He yanks at my arms, pulling me toward one of the beds. Letting go long enough to take off his own shirt, he shoves me down and falls on top of me.
His bare chest presses against mine, the dark hair across his pecs creating another source of friction. He kisses me again, so deep it’s like our souls are bound, and when he pulls away, we both gasp.
“Puppy needs some attention, too.”
I nod, my vision blurred.
“Get your pants off and get on your hands and knees.”
His voice carries a new level of command. I do as I’m told, unable to do otherwise. Once I get my pants off, Trajan pushes me to the center of the bed. David’s as naked as I am. He’s propped the pillows against the headboard and his beautiful cock is right there for the taking.
I lean forward, forcing my ass into the air and nuzzling David’s clean-shaven balls. Trajan jams a lubed finger into me with the same demanding energy he’s done everything else. Yeah, it burns, but it’s a good burn.
He works me open roughly while I try to keep from chomping on David’s cock by mistake. The contrast between David’s warmth and Trajan’s cool touch is intoxicating. I lost track of anything but how I’m trapped between the two of them.
I never want to be anywhere else.
When Trajan trades his finger for the head of his cock, I let David slip from my mouth.
“That’s right, Pookie. You bite me and I’ll mess you up.”
I glance at him and smile. His bleached hair is falling into his face and his eyes glow with pleasure. I nip his ballsack and he mock-swats my cheek.
Trajan forces his way into me in one motion and I have to close my eyes. I rest my forehead on David’s belly, raising my hips further. Trajan pauses but not for very long. Before I’m truly ready for him, he drives himself deep.
The way my own cock starts to leak says I was ready for him after all.
Trajan sets a heavy rhythm and once I catch my breath, I draw the head of David’s cock back into my mouth. I don’t take him deep—I can’t, not with Tray pounding on me—but I clasp his shaft in both hands and do what I can. I swear the vibrations Trajan is creating travel through me to David and he arches his back, driving himself deeper into my mouth.
I’m suspended between the two of them. David grabs me by the hair, pulling me closer. Trajan reaches for my cock. One tug. Two. A climax rips through me, catching me by surprise. I cry out. My body goes rigid. Pleasure swamps whatever’s left of conscious thought and I fall into darkness.
I’m brought back by Trajan, his hips thrusting hard and fast. David’s taken charge of his own dick, and he strokes in time with Trajan. His eyes are heavy with lust and soon he, too, goes over. I shut my eyes and his cum splatters over my chin and my throat.
“Come on, Guido, it’s your turn now.” David’s grinning like some kind of debauched angel. Trajan grips my hips so hard I’m afraid he’s going to tear holes in my skin and then he shouts.
His big body stiffens, his cock jammed in so deep I’ll feel it next week. He holds that position for a long moment, then slumps over on top of me.
I end up between the two of them, all of us on a single queen-sized. It’s tight, but I love the feel of them both. Trajan strokes my hair, murmuringamore miothis,amore miothat.
I don’t know what I’ve done to be this lucky, but I vow to do everything in my power to save what we have.
Chapter Twenty-Four
David
“WHAT TIME IS it?”
Connor answers from across the bed. “Almost eight thirty.”
Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. “I have to be there by ten.”
“Where?”
