by Atlas, Lilly
She didn’t believe that for a second but knowing how much he wanted her had wetness soaking her panties. “Yes,” she said on a moan as he licked the side of her neck. “I’m sure, Screw.”
A noise from the entrance to the kitchen had both their heads swiveling to find Gumby leaning against the door frame, an obvious tent in his jeans.
Jazz looked back to Screw who raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure,” she said, breathless. Then she held her hand out to Gumby. “Be with us tonight, Gumby. We’ll figure out the rest tomorrow. But tonight, be with us.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
GUMBY HAD A few short seconds to make a choice. A choice with the power to alter his entire life.
No.
He wouldn’t let one decision, one night define his existence.
Yes, this would be more than a quick blowjob to fulfill a physical need he ignored most of the time. Those nights, even the one with Screw, he could rationalize away as quick stress relief. No big deal.
Even their threesome last night, he’d been able to play off as doing what needed to be done for her. For Jazmine. Not because his dick throbbed, and his balls ached with the need to unload every time he came within touching distance of her or Screw.
Though he may have these errant attractions to men, he didn’t plan to live his life dating men or choosing one to build a relationship with. He liked women as well and that’s where the focus would be.
But he didn’t live here. His club wasn’t here. His family wasn’t here. And anyone who knew him and would be shocked to find him with Screw’s dick in his mouth was more than a thousand miles away.
And fuck, did he want Screw’s dick in his mouth. He’d been salivating for it as much as he wanted a taste of Jazz’s pussy. Only he wasn’t sure he was strong enough to give into that particular desire.
He walked forward and slid his palm along Jazz’s, curling his fingers around her soft hand. Looked like he’d made his choice. One he’d have to make sure she kept under wraps once he got back to real life. This whole thing would be written off as a wild few weeks of chaos and out of character choices.
Happened to everyone at some point.
Screw stood, hands full of Jazz’s tight ass as he lifted her. She squeaked drawing a grin from Screw. The sight of them together…Jesus, Gumby could come just from watching them. He let out a growl he hadn’t realized formed in his chest.
“That sound is hot as fuck,” Screw said, eyes blazing with lust. “Get in the fucking bedroom.”
Jazz shivered in his arms as Screw attacked her neck. When she whimpered, Gumby’s dick twitched and he could no longer merely stand by, watching and not participating.
With another rumble, he slid his hands through Jazz’s dark hair, gripping the short strands. He used the leverage to tip her head back, exposing more of her neck for Screw’s feasting. The other man wasted no time diving in. Gumby turned her head, finding her mouth, delving his tongue between her parted lips.
As he drank in her moans, he ran a hand down Screw’s back to the man’s firm, rounded ass. When he gave a solid squeeze, Screw lifted his head and speared him with a molten glare.
As if drawn by some invisible force, Gumby moved his mouth from Jazz’s to Screw’s. The man tasted of the whiskey he’d downed in the few minutes he’d had alone. His kiss was rougher than Jazz’s, darker, promising pleasure just as powerful yet so different than he experienced with a woman. And to know he was about to get both at the same time?
He shivered.
Mind blowing.
“Oh, my God,” Jazz whispered, drawing both their attention. Her soft smile seemed almost awestruck as she reached out and caressed both their faces. “Do it again. You’re so beautiful together. So sexy.”
Screw smirked. “Far be it for me to deny a lady’s request. Suppose I can suffer through another one of those for Jazz.”
Gumby snorted then grabbed the back of Screw’s head and yanked the man in for kiss. Screw would never be the overly serious type. It just wasn’t in his nature. Even in times of stress, despair, and apparently intense arousal, his larger than life personality shone through with the goal of making others laugh.
And, look at that, Gumby realized he wouldn’t want the man any other way. His ability to make shit laughable was so interwoven with his charm, he wouldn’t be the charismatic man everyone loved and wanted if that part of his personality changed.
The kiss was rough, hungry, and Screw’s scruff rubbed against Gumby’s face leaving no doubt that it was a man he kissed. Neither Jazz nor Screw were aware that until last night, he’d never tasted another man’s lips.
Had his dick sucked? Yes.
Fucked some nameless, faceless guy in the bathroom of a club? Yes.
But never allowed the intimacy of kissing. It was too much. Too real.
When Screw growled into his mouth, Gumby tightened his hold on the other man even more. Soft fingers sifted through his hair, so in contrast with the rawness of the kiss, holding his mouth against Screw’s.
When his lungs screamed with the need to suck in air, Gumby finally released Screw’s lips. A smirk and a wink were what greeted him on Screw’s face. That and swollen lips, fiery eyes, and flushed skin.
“God,” Jazz whispered. She leaned in, licking Screw’s bottom lip before she treated Gumby to the same act.
He hadn’t thought it possible for his cock to get harder, but knowing Jazz had both his and Screw’s flavor on her tongue had his dick swelling to the point of painful.
“I don’t know what any of this means,” she said in a near whisper. “Screw, I fought you for so long, and Gumby we came so close to having a chance but were robbed. Everything is such a mess right now, and so confusing. My head is a jumble of insane thoughts, but there’s one thing I know for certain.”
“What, Jazzy?” Gumby asked.
“I’ve never felt before like I did last night. Yes, physically it was incredible. But even more than that, I felt so…safe with you two and free to let go. Right here, and right now, I want you both more than I want to breathe.”
“You have us,” Screw said with a wink.
“Bedroom?” Gumby’s throat had dried to the point the words sounded more like a croak.
“Your show, Jazzy. You want us in your bed?”
“Yes,” she said, a gorgeous smile expanding across her face. “That’s exactly where I want you, boys. My bed.”
“Well then give this pony a slap and let’s giddy-up on in there.” In a feat of strength that had Jazz yelping, Screw shifted her from the front of his body to the back. Her yip of surprise turned into laughter when Screw neighed like a horse and did a little gallop.
“You’re crazy,” she said on a laugh. Then she reached down and gave him a sharp slap on his ass. “Let’s go, boy.”
With another ridiculous neigh, Screw galloped down the hallway, giving Jazz a piggyback ride to her room.
Gumby couldn’t help but chuckle as the sound of Jazz’s joyful laughter filled the house. It was the perfect break in a moment growing a bit too intense. A bit too real-life. This was about sex. Exploring a kink all three of them got off on.
Screw couldn’t handle more than a few romps. Gumby wouldn’t form a relationship with a man. And Jazz? Well she might be willing to engage in this threesome behind closed doors, but she’d never want or expect to go public.
Gumby reached the room just in time to see Screw toss a giggling Jazmine on the bed.
“Well, sweetheart,” Screw said, “How do you want us?”
With her cheeks flushed and her eyes glassy, Jazz looked downright edible. “Clothes off,” she said.
“Don’t have to ask me twice.” Screw reached for the hem of his shirt.
“Nuh-uh.” Jazz shook her head, lower lip between her teeth. God, why did she have to be so damn tempting? “Undress each other.”
Fuck. Part of him had been hoping they’d focus solely on Jazz. Figures she’d want to see him and Screw together as well.
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br /> “Even better,” Screw said. He moved in front of Gumby, smirk in place. Cocking his head to the side, he waited for permission to proceed. Though Gumby was under no illusion this was the man’s way of asking for consent. It was a challenge. Throwing down the gauntlet to see if Gumby was man enough to accept.
And, fuck, how he wanted it. Wanted it so bad his hands shook. Wanted to feel Screw’s hands all over his body as he removed every stitch of clothing Gumby wore while Jazz watched. Then he wanted to return the favor, revealing Screw’s body inch by inch.
This meant nothing. Experimentation. Exploring. None of this defined him in any way.
A single nod was all he gave Screw before the man’s hands landed on his chest.
“He may not have my bulk, but he’s certainly no slouch in the muscle department, Jazz,” Screw said as those hands drifted down the fabric covering his abs. Leaving one hand on Gumby’s stomach, Screw circled around to his back. He brushed his nose against Gumby’s neck, inhaling a long breath. “Damn, he smells good. All man.”
A hand gripped his T-shirt on either side of his waist.
With her rapt attention on him, Jazz’s chest began to rise and fall in a rapid clip as though the anticipation of seeing him without his clothes was foreplay in itself.
“Arms up, handsome,” Screw whispered in his ear.
That deep voice skirted right down Gumby’s spine, settling in his full balls and making the need to come surge. He lifted his arms and his shirt was gone before he even had the chance to fully straighten them.
“Fuuuck,” Screw said. “Long lean muscles everywhere. May I touch him?”
Biting her lip through a mischievous smirk, Jazz shook her head. “Not yet.”
Jazzy wanted to play.
“You’re killing me, baby,” Screw said with a groan.
“You’ll be rewarded.”
Screw’s eyes darkened. “Yeah?”
Jazz spread her legs, running one finger along the seam of her yoga pants. The one that ran directly over her pussy and damn if the spot didn’t look a little darker than the rest of the material.
Gumby locked his knees to keep from pouncing on her while Screw muttered, “Fuck me.”
“Keep going.”
Screw dropped to his knees at Gumby’s feet, the move so reminiscent of when he’d sucked him last week, memories of the intense pleasure swamped him. The man went to work on his boots, unlacing and removing them one at a time. Next were the socks.
The only sound audible in the room was the huffs and puffs of their combined inhales and exhales.
Once the footwear had been removed, Screw’s eager hands moved to the button of Gumby’s jeans. He rose to a tall knee, once again giving Gumby the chance to refuse.
“Do it.”
Another smirk and then Screw popped the button and lowered the zipper one tooth at a time. Once the zipper reached its endpoint, Screw dove his hands down the back of Gumby’s pants, giving his ass a firm squeeze.
“Fuck,” Gumby yelled as his dick twitched. Damn, that strong hand clenching his ass made him want to howl at the moon.
“That’s the way, baby,” Screw said with a snicker as he shoved the jeans down Gumby’s legs. “You haven’t had the pleasure yet, Jazzy. His arms and legs aren’t the only long appendages our man’s got.”
Our man.
Jesus, those words shouldn’t turn him on as much as Screw’s touch. In fact, Screw’s touch shouldn’t turn him on like it did.
And yet…he nearly shot his load in his boxer briefs the moment those skillful fingers cupped his length. God, why did it have to feel so fucking good?
“Please,” Jazz whispered, no longer lounging back. She now sat, perched on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed to where Screw’s hand was driving him crazy. “I want to see him.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Screw said before slowly peeling the maroon boxer briefs down his body. His cock sprung out, bobbing up and down before settling out long and proud.
With a small whimper, Jazz slid off the bed and came to her knees in front of him. Gumby blew out a shaky breath. Both on their knees in front of him. He had to be dreaming.
“You want it?” Screw asked her. “Wanna suck him? Promise he tastes incredible. Almost as good as you,” he winked.
“Yes,” Jazz said as she licked her lips. She wasted no time, palming his sack with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. “You’re so hard,” Jazz whispered before licking a drop of precum from the tip of his dick.
Gumby hissed as a lightning strike of pleasure shot up his spine and nearly exploded his brain. Jesus these two were going to send him to an early grave.
“You’re right. He is tasty,” she said before sucking him into her mouth with a little hum of enjoyment.
Gumby fought the natural reaction of his eyes rolling back in his head because he wasn’t going to miss this visual for the fucking world. Jazz’s head bobbed up and down on his dick while Screw stroked a hand over her round ass.
When she moaned, the vibrations transferred to his cock and he cried out, losing the battle to keep his eyes open. But then, in the next second, he felt both suction on the tip and a greedy tongue on his shaft.
His eyes flew open once again to find Jazz sucking the head of his dick and Screw coasting his tongue up and down the length. Jesus, had there ever been a hotter sight?
When Screw’s tongue met Jazz’s lips, she pulled off his dick to engage in a hot as fuck kiss with the man. Their tongues battled in a sloppy, needy kiss full of more passion than skill.
Gumby grabbed his wet dick and pumped as he watched them make out.
Jazz pulled back, panting. “You’re still dressed,” she said to Screw.
“So I am.” He cocked an eyebrow. “What are you gonna do about that, big guy? Think you got what it takes to wrestle me out of my duds?”
He had what it took to shove his dick in Screw’s mouth to keep more snark from pouring out. But it was time to stop fucking around and get to the straight up fucking. He yanked Screw to his feet by the front of his Henley.
The guy’s eyes widened. Having the upper hand over the quick and witty Screw felt damn good. With quick movements, he ripped the shirt over Screw’s head then went to work on his jeans. He had the button and zipper released in no time.
Figures Screw would be wearing tight-assed jet-black briefs that hugged an impressive bulge.
Screw cleared his throat, drawing Gumby’s attention from his dick to his face. “Forgetting something?” he asked with a smirk.
Gumby glanced down to see him wiggling a still-booted foot. “Shit.”
“I’ll help you,” Jazz said from where she knelt on the carpet. “You work on getting that monster out.”
She divested him of his shoes while Gumby set about driving Screw out of his mind. He ran his fingertips over the fabric covered erection, smiling when Screw tensed, and his nostrils flared. Finally, Screw had no clever quip or teasing remark. He’d become just as swept up by this storm as they all were.
Their gazes locked as Gumby hooked his thumbs in the sides of Screw’s briefs. “No going back,” Screw whispered, once again issuing a challenge.
Without responding, Gumby pushed the underwear over Screw’s firm as fuck ass, giving his own squeeze to the thick globes.
Screw grunted.
God, the hours that man spent in the gym were well worth every drop of sweat.
Both naked now, they shared an unspoken idea, turning to Jazz.
“Your turn, baby,” Screw said with a grin.
Jazz rose to stand, the long line of her smooth throat shifting with the force of her swallow. Trepidation flickered through her gaze while she let out a shaky laugh. “I feel like you two are about to ruin me for any future sex.”
Gumby nearly frowned at the thought of someone else getting their hands on her down the road.
“That’s exactly what we plan to do, gorgeous,” Screw said with a wink. “But I’m thinking you won’t be the only
one ruined tonight.”
And that’s exactly what terrified Gumby.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
JAZZ’S LEGS TREMBLED as she stood under the lustful gazes—yes gazes, plural—of the two men watching her as though they would ravage her any second. Her insides quivered even more than her limbs and a small part of her worried she’d chicken out.
Not because there were two men, though the experience certainly wasn’t anywhere near her comfort zone, but because the vibe in the room felt heavier than mere sex.
And that kind of thinking was…dangerous. Screw had an aversion to all things relationship, and Gumby lived in Arizona. More than lived there, he was in an MC there which meant he wouldn’t be willing to leave. Jazz didn’t think she could live there again, no matter how much she’d loved her friends. The traumatic memories were too deeply embedded in the desert sand. So the one man who might be willing to invest time and energy into her beyond fucking wouldn’t work either.
Fine. She could keep this physical. No problem.
“Hey,” Gumby said, narrowing his eyes. “You still with us?”
“Yes. Of course.”
“Because if you change—”
Jazz whipped her shirt over her head, leaving her in a blood red push-up bra that actually made her look like she had tits.
“She’s with us.” Screw said, chuckling. He advanced on her and the predatory look in his eye had her stepping back. When her legs hit the bed, he said, “Where you gonna go now?”
“Maybe here?” she reached out and wrapped a hand around his erection, giving a firm squeeze followed by a stroke. He must not have expected the move because his entire body bucked and he cursed out loud.
Behind him, Gumby laughed then stepped forward as well. He kissed the side of Screw’s neck once, then again as Screw let his head fall to the side exposing his powerful throat. The man was a delicious mountain of muscles, all earned since he’d prospected with the club.
Jazz continued to stroke him, loving the way he shamelessly moaned and thrust into her hand, until Screw gave her a little shove and sent her tumbling to the bed.
