by Atlas, Lilly
“God, Jazzy, please tell me you’re okay, cuz I gotta move,” Screw said as he curled his body over her back. “It’s just too damn good.”
“Yes,” she said. “Please. Just…go easy.”
Screw pressed a kiss to her shoulder then her cheek before his gaze locked with Gumby’s.
His palms itched to touch the other man, so Gumby ran his hand up Screw’s arms and over his shoulders. Perspiration coated the other man’s body, a testament to how hard he worked to restrain himself.
When he gave Screw’s shoulders a sensual squeeze, the other man pressed a kiss to Gumby’s forearm. This whole scene was so sensual, so intimate, so…loving.
Finally, Screw moved his hips, drawing slowly out of Jazz. She moaned, a long, low sound as her nails dug even deeper into Gumby’s chest.
When just the tip of Screw remained, Gumby flexed his hips slightly, nudging farther into Jazz. As Screw thrust back in, Gumby withdrew. They moved in tandem, working up to a steady rhythm that had both men grunting with every pump.
“Fuuuck,” Screw said. How he was able to speak, Gumby would never know. “You’re so perfect, Jazz,” he said as he thrust into her with more force than before, making Gumby groan as their dicks rippled across each other. “You’re taking us so good. Every time I move, Gumby’s cock strokes mine inside you. And when you clench around us—”
“Like this,” Jazz said, breathless as she squeezed her internal muscles.
“Oh, shit,” Gumby said, arching his back. His brain began to cloud as pleasure and the need to come took over. His hips moved in a frenzy, out of his control. Nothing had ever felt this incredible.
Screw increased his pace as well, fucking into Jazz’s ass. For her part, she tried to add to the thrusts, rocking her pelvis in time with them, but when they moved with frantic, unsophisticated strokes, all she could do was claw at his chest and whimper.
Screw held her hips, grunting each time he bottomed out inside her. Gumby kept a hold on Screw’s thighs, the damn hairs tickling his palms.
His dick had never been squeezed like this before. Never been in such a tight cavern and fuck if he didn’t think he could give this up. Heat shot down his spine straight to his balls, which ached with the need for release.
Above him, Jazz’s small tits bounced so temptingly. He arched up as best he could, capturing one nipple between his teeth and giving a sharp nip. Jazz’s whole body jolted like she’d been electrocuted.
“I’m gonna come,” she shouted. “Oh, my God, I’m gonna come.”
“Fuck yes, baby. Give it to us.” Screw pounded her like a man possessed from behind as Gumby did the same from below. Suddenly Jazz’s back bowed, and she wailed out a powerful climax, her body quaking and bucking. “Don’t you fucking come until she gives us another,” Screw ordered in a harsh tone that had Gumby clenching his teeth.
“Fuck you. I need to fucking come.” The intense rhythmic pulsing of Jazz’s pussy had him right there, ready to go over, but at Screw’s words, he did his best to mentally name all the tools in his shop.
Screw half chuckled half rumbled. “Not fucking yet. Come on, baby, one more for us.”
Jazz moaned. “I can’t.”
“You can. Come on, beautiful. G, work her clit.”
“Oh, God,” she whispered the moment his thumb stroked over the swollen bud of her clit.
He worked it with gentle circles as they both continued to fuck her. Sweat rolled down Screw’s face and Gumby swore he’d die if he didn’t come in the next few seconds. He’d never worked so hard in his life as he did to stave off his orgasm right then. The pleasure was a high he’d chase for the rest of his life, and when he did finally let himself come, he’d probably pass out for a week.
Barely a minute later, Jazz’s pussy began to flutter around him.
“Fuck, she’s close again. Her ass is strangling me.”
“Yes,” she said. “Yes, my God, I’m close. Oh, fuck…yes!” This orgasm had to be just as powerful as the last because she screamed and then her arms gave the fuck out. Jazz collapsed hard against his chest, her body twitching, breath sawing in and out.
Gumby’s eyes crossed as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close while he unloaded into the condom deep inside her. Screw arched back with a primal roar, planted himself deep inside her ass and came. The muscles in his neck, shoulders, and biceps strained as shudders racked his body. The prominent veins running up and down his tattooed limbs popped even more than usual.
All he needed to do was pound his chest to complete the savage image.
“JESUS, FUCK,” SCREW said as he fell forward, allowing weight to settle on Jazz’s back. Everyone was well aware he’d done more than his fair share of fucking, which meant he’d had a lot of orgasms. Some good, some okay, some fucking out of this world. But never, ever had he had an orgasm like this one where for a split second, he actually wondered if it would kill him.
And he hadn’t given one single shit. If that was the way he was gonna leave this earth, he’d go with a big fucking smile on his face and jizz erupting from his cock.
After lying in a sated heap of limbs and sweat for who knew how long Screw slowly came back down to earth. He gripped the edge of the condom around his dick and withdrew his softened cock from Jazz.
She moaned as he left her body.
Once he’d hopped up and disposed of the condom, he returned to his two lovers still in the exact same position with Jazz sprawled out on top of Gumby. Gumby’s dick had slipped out of her, so Screw gently rolled her off the other man and onto her back.
“You alive, Jazzy?” he asked as he came down next to her.
What he saw on her face had him freezing, the need to beat himself bloody rising sharp and fast.
Tears dampened her cheeks, still leaking from her eyes.
“Jazz?” Gumby said, his voice heavy with concern as he rolled to his side. He reached out and squeezed Screw’s arm. Their gazes met and he didn’t see any recrimination in Gumby’s stare, but that didn’t alleviate the sick feeling in his stomach in the least.
Fuck. He’d been too rough. Too eager. Too fucking lost in how out of this world it felt to be in her ass while Gumby took her pussy. He’d completely lost his mind and fucked her like some kind of animal. In the ass.
What the hell was wrong with him? He deserved to be horsewhipped.
He shook his head when Gumby reached for him, beginning to draw back. Jazz opened her eyes, took one look at him and frowned.
Jesus, she couldn’t even stand the sight of him.
“No!” she said, reaching out.
“Oh, fuck, Jazzy, I’m sorry.”
“No!” she said again, sitting straight up. She grabbed his arms, staring him straight in the eye. He had no choice but to gaze on her tears while she tore him a new one. “I’m not hurt, Screw. Not at all. Not one bit.” Her voice dropped and she stared at the bed. Gumby’s hand stroked up and down her back, his eyes a deep pool of worry. “It was just…powerful. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out. Just…all three of us were so together. So in sync. It felt so good, I got a little emotional.”
It was a little too soon to allow relief in. “I didn’t hurt you?”
“No.”
“But I was…at the end there I was…”
“Perfect. You were both perfect.”
Oh, thank Christ.
Her gaze shifted between the two of them. She grabbed both of their hands, bringing their joined hands to her heart. “I can easily say I’ve never come like that before, but it was more than that. I just felt so…”
“Cherished,” Gumby interjected.
Screw’s heart stuttered to a stop. They were treading on dangerous ground. Feelings, emotions, relationship ground. Things that made his skin itch and his feet eager to run. But the way Jazz’s face lit at Gumby’s simple word had him rooted to his spot on the bed.
“Yeah,” she whispered. “I felt cherished.” Her cheeks flushed and she shrugged. “So
rry,” she said with a wave of her hand. “I’m just being silly.”
“You are,” Screw blurted.
“What?”
“You are. Uh, cherished that is. Not being silly.” Christ, he was like a fifteen-year-old goober who didn’t know how to talk to a woman. And maybe he was, when it came to real, heavy conversation. He’d certainly avoided it his whole life and sure as fuck hadn’t had deep heart to hearts with his mother. Their talks consisted of him being told what a disappointment he was, and her asking him to get lost so she could bring over the latest man.
Still beaming, Jazz leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips right before treating Gumby to the same sweet taste of her. This would normally be where he’d take his leave. They’d all come spectacularly, so it was time to jet. He’d already spent the night in bed with them on more than one occasion which went against everything he believed in.
But as he sat there in his bed with drying sweat, cum, and heavy emotions surrounding them, he found the last thing he wanted was to be without these two. Not only did he want to extend their company this afternoon, he wanted them in his bed tonight. Yes, for a repeat, but also to sleep entwined with one another.
So instead of ushering them from his room and out the door, he kissed Jazz again then said, “How about I order a pizza? Pretty sure we deserve a few carbs and calories after that workout.”
“Ooh, yes!” Jazz said. “I’m starved. And disgusting.” She glanced down at herself. Mind if I shower while we wait for it?”
“Long as you don’t mind company.” He arched an eyebrow at Gumby. “What do you say, big guy? Up for a little slippery fun followed by some grease and cheese?”
“Hell yeah. Not sure which sounds better.” Gumby winked at Jazz.
He was sure. Screw knew exactly which of those activities he was most looking forward to. “Let’s do it.” Before he thought better of it, he captured Gumby’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, holding the man close for a kiss. It was supposed to be a quickie, but when Gumby licked across his lower lip, Screw prolonged the kiss. It stayed light and dare he admit, sweet, but lingered for long seconds.
Jazz’s happy sigh had him smiling and finally leaving Gumby’s lips. She tilted her head. “I could seriously watch you guys do that all day long. Okay, maybe that’s a lie. I might need to see you fuck at some point before the day was up.”
And damn if the thought of her watching Gumby fuck him or vice versa didn’t have his dick twitching. “Jesus, woman,” he said as he swelled to half chub. “You two milked every last drop of cum from my balls. I shouldn’t be able to get it up for a week, but one mention of those eyes watching Luke have a go at me and I’m hard all over again.” He pointed to Jazz. “You’re a fucking sex witch.”
She laughed hard and when Gumby joined in, Screw’s heart swelled more than his cock. Maybe there was some truth to it because witchcraft had to be the only explanation for his out of character behavior.
After a warm, sudsy, and handsy shower complete with a few more orgasms, the three of them piled back into Screw’s bed where they devoured an extra-large pizza in record time. He and Gumby wore only their underwear while Jazz borrowed one of his shirts, and damn if it didn’t do something to see her in his bed wearing his shirt. Smelling of him. Once their bellies were full, they lounged around talking, petting, and learning more about each other.
Gumby told Jazz the disturbing details of his childhood, giving her the same insight into his sexuality issues he’d given Screw.
Hell, he’d even opened up, sharing the challenges of growing up with a mother half the town had seen naked. Jazz had teared up over both their stories, hugging them close and murmuring all the right words of comfort.
Eventually, the conversation worked its way around to Jazmine.
“Can I ask you something?” he asked Jazz. He and Gumby lay side by side in the bed. Jazz was sideways, with her head on Gumby’s stomach and her legs draped across Screw’s abs.
“Sure.”
“Where is Paul now?”
Some of the light dimmed in her eyes. “He’s, uh, locked up in a psychiatric prison in Illinois.”
Screw shifted his gaze to Gumby. “Did you know this?”
With a nod, Gumby said, “Yeah. He attacked a woman in Chicago. It’ll be years before he’s out.”
“Good. Okay, that’s good.” Though it destroyed his ability to fuck the guy up. And he wasn’t sure how he felt about that yet. “So he has no contact with you.”
Jazz looked away which made Gumby straighten. “He doesn’t contact you, right Jazz?”
“Jazz?” Screw asked. “What the fuck? Is he in touch with you?”
Shaking her head, she said, “No.” Then she ran a hand through her hair which was a mess from the afternoon’s activities. “Not directly, anyway. I have a virtual PO Box where my parents can send me letters or forward my mail. It’s received by a company who sends the mail to me here. Anyway, a few times Paul has sent a letter to the house for me and my step-dad forwarded them to me.”
“What the actual fuck?” If he hadn’t been pinned under her silky-smooth legs, Screw would have jumped off the bed to prowl the room. “What the hell is wrong with that man?”
The pizza in her stomach began to feel like a rock. “I don’t know. I’ve stopped asking that question where his son is concerned. Anyway. I read the first letter then haven’t opened any of the others. It’s not worth the stress and mental anguish it causes me. I save them in case…I don’t know. I just save them.”
In case he ever found her. She didn’t need to say the words out loud to have a shiver of dread racing down Screw’s spine.
Gumby grabbed one of her hands and kissed her palm. “That’s smart, Jazz. And I’m glad you don’t read them.”
“Can we talk about something else? I don’t want to bring down this afternoon. It’s been perfect.”
“Sure, babe,” Screw said, but his gaze met Gumby’s. They didn’t need words to be on the same page about this. As soon as this business with the CDMC was taken care of, they’d be moving on to Paul.
They shifted to easier topics, growing more playful by the minute. By the time their arousal grew, and they turned to each other once again, his head was full of thoughts he’d never experienced. Things like waking in the morning to hot kisses, blowjobs, breakfast in bed. Watching Jazz dress for work while he lounged a few extra minutes. Coming home to her or Gumby’s hungry kisses and searching hands. Watching them brush their teeth in his bathroom before falling into bed and losing themselves in each other.
Crazy thoughts.
After watching his lovers come for the third—or was it fourth—time that day, Screw lay on one side of Jazz with Gumby on the other. She passed out almost immediately, tucked warm and safe between them.
Gumby on the other hand, lay on his side, his curious and unapologetic gaze on him. He knew the other man had just as many rampant thoughts running through his head as Screw did.
Thoughts like how today might possibly have been the best day of his life.
And what the fuck was he supposed to about that?
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
THE NEXT TWO days passed in a haze of what could only be described as bliss. Jazz spent every spare hour with Gumby and Screw. Sure, reality existed in the form of work for her and Screw, church for the guys, and Gumby spending time at the clubhouse tinkering with whoever’s car needed work. But both before and after those tasks, the time was theirs to do with as they pleased, and they spent it talking, touching, kissing…fucking.
And laughing.
Jazz hadn’t laughed so much in her whole life as she had the past two days. Their playful dynamic developed to its fullest the more time the three of them spent together.
Turned out Screw really enjoyed being naked, or nearly so. Around the house, be it hers or his, he was barely ever seen in anything more than boxer briefs. Gumby followed his example after the first day and before she knew it, Jazz was treat
ed to a visual feast every time her eyes were open.
They cooked together. They ate together. They showered together. They played together. They relaxed together. They argued over television shows, debated politics, and discussed their favorite pastimes and hobbies.
All in all, the past three days had been perfect—or nearly so. There were two topics they hadn’t broached. Two major subjects she’d compartmentalized into neat boxes in her mind. Now, on day four, when she had a weekday off from work and the guys were at the clubhouse, reality on a deeper level began to intrude. No longer could she deny her feelings. No longer could she ignore the fact they didn’t once speak of the future or the fact they were acting as though they were in some sort of committed triad relationship.
No longer could she lie to herself about how deep she’d fallen for both men. Never in her wildest dreams had she pictured herself falling in love with Screw. He was supposed to be the easy one. The one she had this crazy physical chemistry with, but nothing more. Their connection should have been shallow, surface level. But for some reason he’d let her in as he’d let Gumby in and now she saw the man beneath the witty quips, innuendos, and whoring around. She saw the wounded little boy who grew into a man that protected his heart with an iron coat of armor. But once it was pierced, what lie beneath was a supportive, caring, compassionate man who actually felt the deepest of emotions.
Then there was Gumby. The man she’d wanted fiercely back in Arizona. The man she’d fantasized about a future with late at night alone in her bed. Their future had been violently torn away before it had an opportunity to flourish. Hell, before it even had a chance to begin. Turned out, Gumby’s waters ran just as deep as Screw’s. He was a man struggling to accept himself and his place in the world. Working so hard to feel comfortable in a skin he’d so often been led to believe was wrong, unacceptable, dirty.
