Page 46 of Decked, Wrecked and Pucked
“I know… now fucking fill it.”
Roman’s cock is in his hand one second, the glint of his piercing catching the light, and the next it’s sliding into my mouth before I can even blink. My hand slips into my sweatpants, fingers wrapping around my dick as he grips my head and starts to thrust.
“God, you’re so good,” he says, groaning.
“Fuck his throat, Rome,” Zeke growls, his fist pumping slowly next to him. “He can take it.”
“Can you, baby? Can you take every inch of this cock?” I moan around him, eyes watering, spit slicking my chin. I don’t pull back.I take it.I’m on the edge, ready to fucking lose it when he pulls outand tilts my chin up to meet his eyes. “Think about that while Zeke fucks your mouth.”
My attention shifts to Zeke. He’s not as long as Roman, but he’s a fucking monster in his own right, and he knows exactly what to do with it. I glance up, my lips parted, and he slaps the head against my tongue, owning me. I open up and let him in, my tongue working over him as he sinks deeper, until my nose is pressed tight against his groin. One hand grips his ass, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. My other hand is still buried in my sweatpants, pumping myself fast, already so far gone I could come just from the sound of their breathing.
“That’s it,” Zeke growls. “Such a good fucking boy.”
The words hit me right in the chest. Praise like that only winds me tighter.
I look up just as Zeke leans into Roman. They kiss like they’re starving, and the only thing keeping them standing is each other. Both cocks push past my lips, switching back and forth until my jaw aches, and I’m dizzy with it.
“Tongue out for us,” Zeke murmurs, both of their hands stroking through my hair.
Roman stands over me, eyes wild, cock in hand, and his muscles are pulled tight. “You ready?”
I glance up between them, smirking through my parted lips. “Give it to me.”
“You don’t swallow,” he growls, fist working faster. “You keep it on your tongue until I say.”
“Yes, sir.”
Roman groans as his cum shoots across my tongue, thick and hot.
I hold it there.
My eyes focus on Zeke, watching as his fist tightens, and his cock swells as he nears the edge.
What I don’t expect is Roman suddenly dropping to his knees in front of me and taking my cock down his throat. I buck hard, barely managing to keep my mouth open for Zeke as he steps in, moaning as his cum coats my tongue.
Pleasure crashes through me, and I shoot into his mouth, and when he finally pulls off, my whole body sags. Roman stands, grips my jaw tight, and spits my cum right back onto my tongue—him, Zeke, and the ghost of Addie all mixed together. A taste of all four of us and everything we could be.
“Now be a good boy and swallow,” Zeke commands.
And I do, with a huge fucking smile on my face.
Both of my men lean in, hungry for what they left behind. They lick my lips and suck my tongue, chasing the taste of themselves, her, and me.
When Zeke finally helps me up, I just laugh and shake my head. “You’re an animal, Roman, you know that?”
“You love it.” He grins like the asshole he is, presses a kiss to my neck, then slaps my ass hard enough to make me flinch. “I’m going for another shower, then we’ll get lunch, yeah?”
“I just swallowed a whole fucking buffet,” I fire back, and I hear his laugh follow him down the hall.
I turn to Zeke, who’s perched on a barstool, his legs spread, watching me like I’m the center of his universe.
“Come here,” he says, pulling me between his legs and pressing a soft kiss to my bare chest. “You good?”
“You kidding?” But I know him—Zeke always checks in. It’s who he is, and I love him for it. “That’s easily in the top five mornings of my life.”
I slide my fingers into his hair and gently tilt his head back so I can really look at him.
“Are you okay?”
