He slid two slick fingers inside, a groan escaping at the tight fit. “I’m coming off an eight-month cleanse, and I’m not sure I can go slow enough to be careful.”
Rig lifted his head, pushing his ass in the air as though offering himself. “Don’t go slow, damn it. Don’t be careful. Give me what I want.”
Rory spanked his ass and spread his cheeks hard, earning a full-body shudder from Rig. “See what asking for a favor gets you?”
He stopped teasing and entered him in one long stroke. “Oh God, Anthony that’s…”
Rig’s response was guttural, muffled by David’s thick shaft, but he pushed back forcefully, eagerly, his body stretching around Rory’s invasion.
Thank God. Rory arched his neck and clenched his teeth, his grip on Rig’s hips bruising as he thrust deep. So long... It had been so long since he’d been this in the moment during sex. This aware of every detail. Every feeling.
Since the last time with Rig. “Is this what you wanted all along, you sneaky bastard? Both of us, like this?”
Rig was nodding and forcing David’s cock down his throat while his thighs spread wider. “So good,” Rory murmured as he slung his hips in a way he knew Rig loved, a way that would have him pounding against that perfect spot over and over again.
Rig’s body jerked beneath him and Rory pressed his chest against Rig’s back, fingers sliding over the head of his cock, slipping through his arousal. “I remember you coming like this. No hands, just hard fucking.” He tightened his grip then released him, hips still pumping as he lifted away from his back. “Think you can do that again?”
Rig was still nodding. Rory hoped that was a yes.
“Fuck,” David swore, drawing his attention. “Oh fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
David was shaking, his body so tightly wound he could snap at any time. He was rocking himself into Rig’s mouth but he wasn’t taking his eyes off of Rory. It was too much to resist. That look in his eyes. That hungry fucking look. He pressed one hand on Rig’s back carefully and leaned forward. “I want you to kiss me, David. Now.”
He heard Rig moan in approval and then David was gripping the back of his neck. “I’ve been waiting a year for you to ask,” he muttered darkly before his lips crashed into Rory’s and destroyed all his brain cells.
I’ve been waiting a lifetime… It was Rory’s last thought as instinct took over. Rig’s ass tightened around his cock, David’s tongue tangling with his, teeth biting lips aggressively.
Yes. More. God, please, don’t stop.
There were no more words. Just the sounds of slippery flesh, harsh groans and gasps of pleasure as the three of them strained together. Rory grew dizzy, his rhythm faltering as he struggled for breath.
David wouldn’t stop kissing him. He wouldn’t let go. Even when he came down Rig’s throat it was Rory’s mouth he shouted into. Rory’s tongue he sucked as his hips jerked hard with the force of his release.
Rig dropped his forehead to the floor, crying out Rory’s name as he came without a single stroke to his dick, his muscles clenching so tightly in his throes that Rory was forced to join him.
And still David wouldn’t stop kissing him.
Heaven. He was in heaven and he couldn’t stop coming. He never wanted to fall back down to earth again.
Chapter Six
He wasn’t sure what time it was or where his clothes were, but David knew that nothing barring a zombie apocalypse could get him to move from this spot on the floor. Not as long as Rory was curled up behind him like a hot, delicious spoon.
He’d been awake when Rig had rolled off the couch, taken out the dogs and fed them before starting a pot of coffee. Then he’d mumbled something about a weight room and disappeared, leaving David with a smile and the memories of last night that kept replaying in his mind. Rory behind Rig while David took his mouth. The touching and kissing that none of them were able to stop entirely until they all passed out in a pile in the living room, thoroughly exhausted but satisfied with the outcome of that damn card game.
This morning he wanted more. The taste they’d had made him greedy for everything. And he wanted it yesterday. He was a grown man with thirty knocking on the door and he felt as though he’d just experienced sex for the first time. Now he was an instant addict.
And it wasn’t just the sexual play. Kissing Rory Finn—really kissing him this time—had ruined him for anything else. It was coming home and salted caramel sweets and the dirtiest, most carnal thing he could imagine all at once. His teeth had left marks and his fine, blond facial hair had left burns on David’s cheeks and neck.