Page 63 of F*ck Steal Kill

Huh. My tired brain made a joke.

“Quit laughing at yourself and get over here, Max,” Quentin growled, making both myself and my dick jump. As if on autopilot to follow Q’s demands, I stood up, my legs shaky from their numb condition.

“I wasn’t sure if I was invited,” I admitted softly, crawling as tingles spread through as my limbs woke up.

“You’re too cute, Maxy,” Holland said, grabbing my neck and kissing me so thoroughly I actually forgot to think for once. She bit my bottom lip, dragging her teeth through it before she let go.

“I like to fuck, babe. A lot. So unless you’re shy about watching me with someone else, which I don’t think is the case since you both were game to bed me together the other night, odds are, you’ll see me balls deep at least once a day. I’d much prefer if you joined in unless watching’s your thing; then I can totally pivot to that. I do like a little exhibitionism.”

Her words heated me from the inside out, spinning my head around as I grappled with everything she said. Holland was definitely the most sexually free person I’d ever dated, and I loved how open she was about it. She didn’t let anyone else make her feel bad about enjoying sex. I was just glad I got to be included. The way my dick twitched, leaking pre-cum against my joggers, my body was on the same page.

“Stop overthinking it, Max. Kiss our girl, touch our girl, make her feel good,” Q said, snapping me back to what was happening in the room. Holland was naked now, sheathed on Q’s dick as she rocked forward, her eyes watching me.

Not needing to be told twice, I captured her lips with mine as my hands roamed her naked body. The white gauze taped on her leg drew my attention for a second, but I decided to ignore it for now and just make her feel good. Tweaking her nipple between my fingers, I rolled my thumb over it as my other hand explored south.

When I came into contact with Quentin’s abs, I paused and withdrew from the kiss. Holland’s head fell back as she rode him, enjoying what he was doing to her. His eyes were locked onto me, his hands firm on her hips as he thrust up. Licking my lips, I sucked in a breath as I trailed my fingers over his abs and the hair there.

His pupils grew bigger with each touch, his mouth parting slightly as he continued to watch me, waiting to see what I would do. His confidence and trust in me, combined with the power I seemed to hold at this moment, encouraged me to keep pressing forward. As I flicked Holland’s clit with my thumb, I bracketed two fingers around his cock. I could feel him as he pushed in and out, the slick member rubbing against me before he entered her.

“Fuck,” he cursed, apparently liking that little extra touch.

Holland’s hand trailed down my chest, dipping into my pants this time and stroking my cock. I dropped my head back as she wrapped her fingers tight around me, pulling me free.

Drunk on the lust, I reached around her with my free hand and rubbed Q’s balls, stroking his taint as best I could. The way he bolted up, trapping my front hand between his body and Holland, halted my breath as I watched.

“Holy shit, Max. I think you’re trying to kill me,” he groaned.

I could feel his abs flexing as he took a deep breath, slowly pulling back. Holland giggled at his reaction, thrusting her hips forward more and placing her tits right in his face.

“Suck, Q.”

He narrowed his eyes at her but did as she asked. Well, in his Q way. He stuck out his tongue and licked the raised bead, wrapping it around it.

“You too, Max,” Holland moaned, jerking herself forward to hit my finger.

I kept massaging his balls and the expanse of skin beneath them, Q’s legs trembling as he held on. Leaning forward, I took her other nipple into my mouth as she stroked me faster, her hand tightening and twisting with each upward movement.

Closing my eyes, I gave into the sensations as moans and grunts echoed around the Alamo, the sound of skin slapping a happy chorus. When a tongue touched mine, my eyes flew open, and I stared into the dark eyes of my best friend. His pupils were blown entirely, making his eyes the darkest I’d ever seen them.

Q’s tongue peeked out, tentatively touching mine on Holland’s nipple as he continued to watch me. My body vibrated as anticipation and need raced inside me. When I didn’t pull back or stop him, he moved a little closer, his tongue tangling with mine more before his lips sealed themselves on my mouth.

Eyes falling shut as I gave in to kissing my best friend, I couldn’t help but notice how different it was. Not in a bad way, but different. His lips were firmer, his tongue more demanding as he sought mine out. His stubble rubbed against my chin as he kissed me. The oddest thing of all was how natural it felt. Like we should’ve always been doing it.

But maybe that was because Holland was here, too. She made it feel… more. More full, more connected, more everything.

The three of us formed a perfect triangle, all melting into one another to where you couldn’t determine where one began and the other ended. We were an endless loop of lust and want.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Holland whispered as we drew back, both of us panting.

“She’s gushing from our kiss, Max,” Quentin purred, nipping her chin with his teeth as he grabbed her hips and pistoned up into her harder. My hand was truly trapped now, so I focused on moving my other one, more determined than ever to make my best friend come.

Never thought I’d think that.

“Wait, let’s change position,” Holland cried, stopping Q’s movement.

“Are you sure? I didn’t want your leg to hurt.”

“I’m fine. Promise. I want to suck Max while you pound into me. That way, we can all come together,” she told him, kissing his lips before pulling me to her, and the three of us attempted to kiss as one.

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