Page 68 of Phantom Faceoff
Julian looks at me with a mix of desperation and intrigue.
Zander? He’s all heat, hands physically twitching to pull me in, but he’s got to hold onto Julian.
“You’re so defiant,” I say, and Zander snickers, eyes drifting to my mouth. I’m not sure if he’s thinking of kissing me or putting his cock between my lips, but both add to my arousal.
“You love it,” he says, and I don’t deny it.
My cock brushes his hip, and he thrusts his, tip slipping into Julian’s well prepared hole.
Julian gasps, throws an arm around Zander’s neck and slings the other around mine. It startles me enough that I nearly lose my balance, but then Zander’s arm catches me by the waist.
“Fuck!” Julian shouts, and I look down to see that when Zander rearranged to hold me up, he couldn’t keep Julian suspended, and my best friend is now fully impaled on my boyfriend’s cock.
Hold up. Boyfriend?
Shit, I can’t have that crisis now. Not with Julian moaning and squirming and Zander’s fingers bruising into my side.
“Malachi.” Zander’s chest heaves, but his arms tighten around us.
This wasn’t how I planned tonight going, but with both of their hot breaths mixing on my face, I’m perfectly happy with this change of plans.
“Fuck him,” I say, barely above a whisper. “Bounce him on your dick.”
Zander doesn’t need to be told twice, and it’s erotic as hell to see the muscles in his arm strain as he lifts and drops Julian back down.
“Oh my God.” Julian tightens his grip on us both, moaning loud and unashamed.
I stare down at where they’re connected, watching Zander’s long, thick cock sinking into Julian’s tight heat over and over.
When Zander starts to grunt, and I can see beads of sweat pooling at his temple, I press my mouth to his ear and groan out the words, “throw him on the bed.”
He gives one last rough thrust into Julian’s ass, and when Julian scrambles to put both arms around Zander again, he unwinds his arm from me and uses both hands to pin Julian to the mattress.
Jules bounces a bit, a half-giggle half-moan slipping through his lips as Zander yanks his hips and buries himself inside of him in one motion.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asks me through heavy breaths, fucking into Julian with slow rolls of his hips.
It’s every bit as exciting as I thought it would be, watching the way his body ebbs and flows with rampant desire.
I lick my lips, and push my chest up against Zander’s back. His breathing hitches, rhythm stutters.
“Show me how you’d fuck me, Wildfire,” I breathe into his ear.
He whips his head to the side, and I take his mouth in a fierce, passionate kiss. My teeth dig into his lips, drawing blood, and I lap at it with my tongue.
His hips pick up the pace, slamming so hard into Julian that the slap of skin rings out like a shot in the dead of night. So much so that I begin to worry, but Jules encourages the treatment with a slew of, “yes, please, more.”
“Daddy. Zander. Please.” Julian whines below us, holding his own legs to his chest. “Touch me.”
I chuckle, gazing down at my best friend from over Zander’s shoulder. He’s a wreck of pink, splotchy skin. Little bruises litter his skin. His cock is still trapped by his briefs, and it twitches angrily in its confines.
“Wildfire.” I kiss the side of his neck, enjoying the way his body trembles with every breath in. “On your knees.”
It’s beautiful how easily he gives in. How he frees himself from Julian’s hole despite the other’s protests. How he goes down with a quiet thud, his fingers digging into my thigh as he looks up at me waiting on my next request.
All I can think—with his eyes on me and his teasing fingers slipping just slightly beneath the fabric of my boxers —is that I am royally fucked.
Chapter Eighteen
