by Atlas, Lilly
Screw’s eyes popped open and his jaw hinged wide. Slack-jawed in the entrance to his bathroom stood Jazz, looking cute as fuck in black leggings and a V-neck sweater. Might not seem like much, but that small show of skin was more than she’d bared since he’d known her. A few thin scars were plainly visible where the sweater dipped, and pride swelled in Screw. She was so strong.
“Jazzy,” he said, making Gumby pop off his dick with an indrawn breath. He rocked back on his knees, turning to stare at her.
The three of them stayed that way for a moment, staring without words. Then Screw began to notice a few things, like the flush to Jazz’s face. And the way her chest rose and fell. The twin points of her nipples poking through the fabric of her sweater.
She wasn’t shocked by what she witnessed; she was turned the fuck on.
“Jazzy,” he said again and this time the sound of her name seemed to snap her from the trance.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “God, don’t stop. It’s hot, so freakin’ hot, but it’s also beautiful.” Her gaze shifted to Gumby whose tense body seemed ready to bolt at any second. “You two are so gorgeous together.” Then she chuckled. “Maybe that’s not what you want to hear, but God, it’s incredible.”
Slowly, as though he wasn’t certain she spoke the truth, Gumby began to relax. Jazz walked toward them and once she was close enough, she ran her fingers through Gumby’s soft hair.
She tilted her head as if to ask, “Okay?” and when Gumby nodded once, she guided him back to Screw’s hard-on which hadn’t waned one bit with the pause in action.
“Open,” she said. Gumby immediately obeyed, and when she bent down to his ear, whispering, “Suck him hard,” both men groaned.
The smile playing across her lips was positively devious.
“Take your top off,” Screw rasped as Gumby licked his length. “Let me see those tits while his mouth is on me.”
Her eyes flared at the same time Gumby followed her directions to a T. He sucked like he was trying to get straight to the center of his favorite Tootsie Pop. “Fuck, that mouth…God damn.”
Jazz stripped out of her top then did him one better by shedding the leggings as well. She stood before them, hot pink lace cupping her tits. With a sassy smile, she spun, giving him an unobstructed view of the pink string disappearing between her smooth ass cheeks.
If he could have spoken, he’d have complimented her, but his throat dried up as Gumby sucked him to the root.
Electricity raced down his spine, landing in his balls and making his whole body jolt. Two more seconds of suction and he’d unload down Gumby’s throat. While that had seemed like the perfect ending a few moments ago, he now had other ideas.
“Enough,” he barked, gently pulling from Gumby’s mouth.
The man at his knees and Jazz stared at him like he’d lost his mind.
And maybe he fucking had, because in that moment all he could think about was being connected to these two people in the most primal of ways.
“I want to fuck you,” he said to Jazz. “I want us both to fuck you. Both inside you.”
When she gasped and said, “At…um…at…”
He nodded. “At the same time.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
JAZZ’S HEART STUTTERED then took off like a sports car going zero to sixty in one point two seconds. Sure, she’d thought about this moment. About the possibility of making this a true threesome, but that was before she felt. Before she worried about every move these men made. Before she stressed about Gumby returning to Arizona and Screw growing bored. Before she feared for their lives against the CDMC.
If she did this, it’d be more than three people fucking to get off. Maybe not to them, but it was time for her to be honest with herself and admit what she felt for these men. What exactly that was, she hadn’t had the courage to dig into. Because she knew deep down in a place that terrified her, it was something close to a four-letter word.
The four-letter word that had the power to create unbreakable bonds. Yet that same word could tear down empires, ruin lives, and destroy hearts.
But as she gazed upon the two men in the bathroom, one naked and staring at her as though he could eat her up, the other on his knees with much the same need in his eyes, she could no sooner deny them than she could live without water.
“I want that,” she said, realizing as she spoke how true the words were. Her body readied itself instantly, growing wet as could be between her legs.
She hadn’t been certain what she’d walk into after the way the men left things at the diner. When no one had answered the ringing doorbell, she’d feared walking in on them icing split lips and blackened eyes.
They’d been going at it all right, just not in the way she’d expected. And fuck, if it hadn’t been the most erotic sight she could have imagined. Porn directors would salivate over the opportunity to film these two together.
Screw stalked toward her as Gumby rose to his feet, ripping his own shirt over his head.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Screw said, hands going to her ass. He yanked her flush against him, pressing a quick, brutal kiss to her lips.
One of his hands trailed up her leg and under the string of her thong, tracing it up and down the cleft between her cheeks. “Have you ever—”
“Yes,” she said, shuddering as his touch brought goose bumps to the surface of her skin.
“Hmm, naughty, Miss Jazmine.” He smirked, making her roll her eyes.
Like he had the market on raunchy sex.
“And?”
Her face heated. “And…it’s been a while, but I liked it. A lot.”
“Well, well, well, I must say I didn’t expect this.”
“I wasn’t always afraid to let people see my body,” she said with a shrug. “Back in the day I had an active and varied se—”
“Shh,” Screw placed a finger over her lips. “I’m finding thoughts of you with anyone but me or Gumby make me murderous.”
What? Her eyes nearly fell out of her head. He had to be kidding, right? Mr. Fuck anything and everything was…what? Jealous?
No freaking way.
“Yes fucking, way,” he said with a chuckle, making her realize she’d blurted the thought aloud. “I’m feeling mighty possessive at the moment so let’s skip the walk down memory lane.”
“You started it,” she said with a wink.
A chuckle drew their attention to where Gumby stood shirtless, leaning against the counter.
“You got something to say, G?”
He smiled. “Nah, just watching my naked man and my nearly naked woman chat about the past while they should be getting on with the fucking.”
Hearing them referred to by the word “my” had Jazz’s insides melting. First Screw acting like he couldn’t stand the thought of her being with another man, and now Gumby calling them his. And they were standing around teasing, enjoying each other’s presence as much more than just sex buddies.
God, she was in way too deep. The kind of deep that might drown her.
But heaven help her, she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to surface.
Gumby pushed off the counter and pressed himself along Screw’s back. When he nipped a sharp bite into the curve of Screw’s neck, Screw hissed and shivered against her. “How about we take this party to your bed, huh?”
“Fuck yes,” Screw said.
In a move she never saw coming, he dropped to a squat, pressed his shoulder to her stomach and hoisted her over his shoulder. Jazz squealed as the world flipped upside down. She never had time to get accustomed to the position change because before she knew it, the world was shifting again. She landed on the bed with a soft bounce.
“This is a big bed,” she said moving her arms as though making a snow angel on top of the king-sized mattress.
“Perfect for three,” Screw said with a wink.
He crawled up the mattress, past her head, until he reached the headboard. Then he sat with his back to it, scooped her up under
her arms, and dragged her flush against him, seated between his legs.
“You know, I can move myself,” she said, eyes on Gumby as he stood at the foot of the bed, shucking his jeans.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Screw answered her. “Damn, Gumby, your cock is busting out of those boxer briefs. Lose ’em.”
Jazz licked her lips as Gumby drew the royal blue fabric down, revealing his erection inch by inch.
“You look hungry, Jazzy,” Gumby said with a wink.
“I am.” God how she was hungry for him. For them.
Screw’s hands slipped under her arms and around to her breasts where he plucked her nipples through the lacy bra. The added texture from the lace abrading her sensitive flesh made her tremble within seconds.
“Guess I should feed you then.” Gumby crawled onto the bed then knee walked until he was able to stroke his cock against her lips. As he did just that, she let her tongue peek out and have a small lick. He jolted as though she’d shocked him then cursed when she opened wide and took him deep, mimicking what she’d seen in the bathroom moments ago.
“Baby,” he said, hands sliding into her hair. “I could spend my life being sucked by you.”
Did he realize he just implied something long term between them? Of course not. It was just words uttered in the throes of passion. But it made her want exactly what he’d proposed. Spending their lives pleasuring each other.
God, she was a fool…
Screw chose that moment to abandon her nipples, reach under her thighs and pull her legs up. She positioned her feet near her ass as she sucked on Gumby’s length.
Her thong had gone from damp to soaked long ago, and when Screw brushed his fingers across her saturated panties, she released Gumby’s cock with a sharp cry.
“Jesus, she’s wet, G. Drenched. So ready for you to fuck her.” As he spoke, Screw stroked a fingertip up and down the wet strip hiding her pussy. She squirmed against the too light touch, needing more. Needing one of them inside her.
Jazz opened her mouth to swallow Gumby down again, but he backed off.
“I need to see.” His voice sounded like ground glass, strained, rough, ready to fuck. “I’m too on the edge for you to suck me. Let me see, Luke.”
Screw let out a small grunt then pulled her legs back even farther, fully exposing her to Gumby’s ravenous gaze.
“Fuck, you’re right. So wet. Probably soft and hot too, huh?”
Jazz just stared, her legs quivering and pussy clenching with need under Gumby’s stare. To go from no male attention for so long to being the heated focus of two very intense men was as thrilling as it was overwhelming. She’d hidden her body for so long and now wanted nothing more than to be naked with these men as often and as long as possible.
“Swear to God, Luke, every time you run you finger across her she gets even wetter. Our girl wants us to fuck her.”
Screw kissed her neck. “Do you, baby? You need us in you?”
“Y-yes. Please.”
Gumby leaned in, pressing a kiss to the damp thong.
“Please,” she said again as the need to be filled grew to near unbearable. “Please, Gumby, I need you.” Maybe later, she’d be embarrassed by the shameless begging, but now the need overrode any embarrassment.
Screw released her thighs, allowing Gumby to peel her thong down her legs. Once he’d rid her of the soggy fabric, he brought it to his nose, taking a long, slow inhale. Behind her back, Screw’s dick twitched. But when Gumby tossed him the thong and Screw repeated the move, his cock grew significantly harder against her.
Gumby flopped down on his back next to her and Screw. “Want you to ride me.” In a move that had her yelping, he grabbed her hips, spun her, and settled her across his lap.
“Shit,” she said as she planted her hands on his chest to keep from collapsing. “When’d you get so strong?” The thought of riding him sent a thrill through here. Especially if Screw planned to…
He reached into his nightstand, pulled out two condoms and a bottle of lube. After tossing one of the condoms to Gumby, he dropped the other next to the lube on the bed and for the first time since they started this, a ripple of nerves shot up Jazz’s spine.
Screw must have sensed it because he moved in behind her, soothing her with a shoulder massage. “Beautiful,” he whispered as they watched Gumby roll the condom down his length. His massage moved lower, until his hands were full of her ass, squeezing and rubbing her cheeks. “You gonna let me in here, gorgeous? You gonna let us take you at the same time?”
God help her but yes, yes she was. Despite the nerves, despite the inevitable heartbreak, she was going to let these two men own her body in a way no one had before.
“Climb on his cock, baby. He’s ready for you. Waiting. Look at how he’s sweating, holding back the need to flip you over and pound into you.”
“Fuck, Luke,” Gumby said as his dick jumped.
She locked eyes with him as he gripped her hips. With one hand, she circled his dick, giving it a solid tug before lining him up with her dripping pussy. Once she had him exactly where she wanted him, she descended, slow as could be.
As she took him into her body, she forced her eyes to stay open. Forced herself to watch the clenching of his jaw. The way his fingers curled into her hips. The subtle arch to his back as pleasure worked its way up his spine.
“You feel so good around him, baby,” Screw whispered, his hands roaming all over her body.
“He feels so good inside me.”
“Tell me. Tell us what he’s doing to that pussy.”
Their pelvises met. Jazz rolled her hips, moaning as his cock stroked inside her. Gumby’s nostril’s flared. It was clear he was trying to control himself. Trying to hold off the actual fucking until Screw had also worked his way inside her.
“He’s stretching it. Stretching me. It’s so good. I love it.” Jazz began a slow, gentle ride. God, she wished she could spend her life right here, soaking up every sensual experience these two had to offer.
The snick of a cap had her jumping and peeking over her shoulder. Screw squeezed lube on to two of his fingers. “You okay, baby? Just gonna get you good and ready for me.”
She nodded, unable to speak as nerves and excitement collided inside her.
“Come here,” Gumby said, drawing her mouth to him. They kissed, a hot desperate tangle of tongues.
The position left her ass perfectly open and available to Screw. With a gentle touch she wouldn’t have expected from him weeks ago but had come to treasure, he stroked a finger over her rear entrance.
She flinched but he soothed her with nonsense words and soft touches while Gumby lightly thrust inside her and devoured her mouth. Sensations bombarded her from every angle, making it difficult to focus on just one, which was how Screw worked a finger inside without her fully realizing what was happening.
“You okay?” Gumby asked against her lips. He must have sensed a tautness in her posture.
She nodded. “It’s intense.” And it was. The pressure, the vulnerability, the trust she’d put in these men.
Screw’s lips landed on the middle of her spine. He kissed his way up as he gently fucked her ass with his finger. “Can you take more?” he whispered against her ear.
She moaned and dropped her head before nodding.
He worked another finger in and spent a few minutes preparing her for his cock. When he finally pulled his digits out, she moaned at the loss of fullness.
“Don’t worry, Jazzy. I’m coming back.” The snick of the cap on the lube bottle helped ease some of her nerves. Screw was taking good care of her.
Pressure at her anus had her tensing. The heat from his skin combined with the coolness of the lube, making her shiver. Though his fingers were thick, his cock was thicker. Sweat dotted her brow. Hopefully she could take him. Could give her men this. Could give all of them this.
“You’re so perfect, Jazmine,” Gumby whispered from below her. He’d stopped moving, holding still dee
p within her. “Relax for him. Let him in and I promise he’ll make you feel better than you’ve ever imagined.”
She blew out a breath, focusing on the swirling depth of Gumby’s brown eyes. He stroked his hand over her sides, not paying any attention to her scars. If she hadn’t known better, she’d have thought he wasn’t even aware they existed.
As he pushed forward, Screw held her hips, but didn’t yank her onto his cock. He took his time, working his way into her body as she panted through the sharp increase in pressure and unavoidable bite of pain. Once he pushed past that tight outer ring of muscle, she sighed in relief and he moved with increasing ease.
Inch by inch he entered her until her arms and legs trembled and the ultimate feeling of fullness overrode every other sensation.
“Screw,” she whimpered. “Do you feel it?”
“Yeah, baby. I feel it.”
“Gumby?” She didn’t know why it was so important. Why she needed the verbal confirmation, but it became imperative the words fell from each man’s lips. It felt like she’d wanted them forever and now she had them. All together. As one.
“Fuck, I feel it.”
They were all connected inside her body just as she’d foolishly allowed them to join together in her heart.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
GUMBY’S WHOLE WORLD shrank down to the people and acts occurring in Screw’s bed. Buried balls deep inside the woman he couldn’t get enough of, his cock practically begged him to move. To take. To fuck.
But then, Screw slowly filled her ass and Gumby nearly lost his mind. With every millimeter Screw wedged into Jazz’s tightest channel, Gumby experienced the drag along his cock.
Jazz wanted to know if he felt it?
Jesus, did he feel it. He felt Jazz, hot and tight all around him. He felt Screw’s length all along his. He felt Jazz’s fingernails biting into his pecs. He felt Screw’s powerful thighs bracketing his and Jazz’s sweat-soaked bodies. He felt the rise and fall of his own chest as he fought to calm his racing heart. And he felt this odd sensation under his ribcage. A twist directly in his heart. A sense of rightness so terrifying, he shoved it away and focused instead on holding back his orgasm.
