Page 25 of Decked, Wrecked and Pucked
I line up at his entrance, pressing against that tight ring of muscle until he starts to give, and I watch every inch of me disappear.
It’s never just sex with them.
It’s worship.
It’s fucking home.
I’ll never get enough of filling Zeke up. One of these days, I’m going to break Roman down too. I’m gonna fuck the fight right out of him. He likes to play the big, bad dominant and swears he’s strictly a top, but I see it. Every time we switch, his eyes track the movement like he’s trying not to imagine himself there.
One day, baby.
“You want this?” Roman growls, fisting Zeke’s hair as he offers himself again.
Lucky asshole—this time I mean Zeke because Roman’s cock is exquisite, and that piercing hits spots that make you see stars.
Zeke groans, and fuck if it doesn’t make me snap. I drive into him harder, faster, hitting deep with every thrust, using Zeke’s tight, wrecked body to fuck with Roman from the inside out.
If this is the only way I can top our captain for now, then I’m damn well gonna take it.
“Fuck, Jasper. He’s sucking me all the way down. Keep fucking him like that.”
Zeke’s got this gift—no-hands orgasm. Just a cock in his throat, another in his ass, and he’s gone. Fucking prodigy our boy is, and knowing I can get him there every single time makes me feel like a god.
“Show us what our cock-drunk boy can do, Zeke,” I growl, slamming into him so hard the bed rocks. “Let go for us.”
Like it was written into his bones, Zeke pulls off Roman’s cock with a filthy, wet pop, making these broken sounds as I pound into him harder.
“Fuck—yes—holy shit,” Zeke cries out, his body locking up before shuddering violently.
Roman catches Zeke’s release in his palm, that devil’s smirk spreading across his face. He slicks his pierced cock with it, jerking himself off rough and fast, his head slamming back against the headboard as he chases his release, and Jesus, I can’t tear my eyes away.
Zeke’s gone boneless around me while our captain puts on a show, and between this vice-grip ass and Roman losing it, I’m about to fucking detonate.
“Keep going,” I growl at Roman, fucking into Zeke like I’m trying to push him through the bed. “Fucking come for us,” I demand, and Roman’s whole body goes rigid.
The second his cum starts painting his abs, my orgasm tears through me, and I bury myself balls-deep inside Zeke, emptying into him.
“Fuuuck,” I choke out, sagging against Zeke’s back, still pulsing inside him.
Roman slumps against the headboard, chest heaving, his hand lazily dragging through the mess across his stomach.
I ease out of Zeke and collapse beside him, the three of us ending up in a sweaty heap of satisfaction.
“Jesus, I love you both so much. That was…” My voice trails off, words failing me as I try to catch my breath.
“Yeah, baby, it was,” Roman murmurs.
“Permission to talk about she-who-must-not-be-named?” I mumble against his skin, still drunk off both of them.
“Go for it, but only because I’m still high enough from coming that I can’t bring myself to knock your ass out.” Roman laughs while his fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin.
“As much as being with you two is more than enough for me and always will be. Tell me you haven’t thought about Addison sitting on your face while we’re together like that.”
Roman groans, throwing his arm over his eyes like that might block out the memories.Because he knows exactly how she tastes, and I can’t pretend I’m not jealous as hell.
“She ruined me for any other pussy, but my dick wasn’t enough, so let’s not go down that road.”
“Come on, man,” Zeke says, reaching out to stroke Roman’s skin. “You know that was all about Coach?—”
