by R. Cayden
I wanted Maddox, too. I wanted him desperately, with a hunger that surprised me. But somehow, I knew that I wasn’t ready for him.
At least not yet. At least not that night.
That night, Gunner was going to have me.
He tossed me to the bed, and I tumbled across the sheets. They were soft and cozy against my skin. Gunner kicked his jeans off, and Maddox reached into the bedside drawer, handing him a condom.
Maddox stood over us, stroking himself, as Gunner rolled the condom down his cock. I turned onto my stomach, then pulled myself up to my knees. I felt so exposed to have my ass in the air, but when Maddox stared at me with his wolf eyes, another thrill shot across my skin.
I wiggled my ass, getting harder from the thrill of showing off. Gunner fell to his knees beside me, pushing his wet fingers against the edge of my hole again, and I buried my face back against the sheets.
Fuck…
I’d had sex with two other guys, both nice people who I dated for a few months. With them, the sex felt good, but there wasn’t anything special. It didn’t feel electric, like the way it felt when Gunner touched me or when Maddox devoured me with his smoldering gaze.
I was so overwhelmed it was like I couldn’t think, but one desire kept pushing to the surface. I just kept thinking that they had asked me what I wanted, and I might never have a chance to get it again.
“Talk dirty to me,” I said. “Please, while you’re fucking me.”
Gunner grinned, stroking his cock while he looked down at me. Even with the condom on, I could see the thick veins pulsing against the side. “You want me to talk dirty to you, slut?” he asked.
I whimpered, rubbing my face against the sheets. I don’t know why I had always found dirty talk so sexy, but I did know that Gunner had some filthy things to say. It was naughty to want to be his slut, but with the word in the air, it was all I could think of. “Yes,” I pleaded. “Please.”
He pulled his fingers from my hole, then started jerking his cock between my legs, bouncing his tip against my entrance and rubbing his hand up and down my cheeks. “Prince,” he said, “I am going to fuck you until you lose your damn mind. I am going to shove my cock so hard inside of your hole, you’re going to feel it for days after.” He fisted his cock, thrusting the tip against my quivering edges, then spit on his hand to lubricate it.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “I want that.”
“Say it so Maddox can hear you,” Gunner commanded.
“I want that,” I called out, raising my voice. It sounded strained, and when Gunner pushed his cock into me, I let out another long, desperate whimper.
His cock felt amazing inside of me. His shaft stretched me open, and as my tongue lolled out of my mouth, my muscles clenched and tugged at him.
“You feel so good, babe. You’re so tight and warm. It’s like my cock is going to explode just being inside of you.” He grabbed my hips, pulling me backward and plunging even deeper. Steadying me, he rocked in and back out slowly, always leaving an inch inside of me so I stayed full and stretched. “I’m going to keep fucking you real slow like this,” he said, “and Maddox is going to keep watching your cock drip all over the bed. And when you think you can’t take it anymore, I’m going to start fucking you faster and harder, and I’m not going to stop until you spray your hot, messy load.”
I gasped, falling forward so that my face landed on the sheets. The pressure of Gunner’s cock against my prostate was driving me wild, and I didn’t know how much longer I could last.
I turned, staring again at Maddox. He was standing above us, stroking his cock with a firm, long grip. There was just enough light to catch the flecks of silver in his hair, and as precum dripped down the swollen, purple head of his cock, I heard a rumble in his chest.
Gunner started fucking me harder, just like he promised. “You getting close, babe? You going to shoot that cum for your Gunner?”
“Gunner,” I gasped, falling back against the sheets. My muscles were pulsing around his dick, tugging him into me. With every spasm, I was closer to the edge. “I’m going to come,” I moaned.
Gunner pulled my hips close, plunging into me and holding himself there. When he started bouncing his hips softly, shaking my body, my balls clenched up tight. I felt an orgasm building at my prostate, and with every small thrust, Gunner fanned its flame.
“Unnhhh!” I yelled, and my ass clenched tight as cum sprayed out of me. It was unlike any orgasm I’d ever had, and the explosive pleasure of it kept rocketing through my body. My vision went blurry as my legs shook wildly, and when I heard Maddox’s deep, orgasmic groan, another wet spray erupted from my tip.
“Hell yeah,” Gunner grunted, bucking his hips and shooting his own load. “Just like that for Gunner. Get it all out, babe.”
I fell forward, collapsing against the bed with the last trembles. Gunner fell with me, his cock still buried deep. We laid like that, panting and sweating, until the world came back to us.
Maddox stood up, wiping off his hand on a tissue. He stepped across the room, taking a glass of water from the side of the bed and offering it to us.
“Thank you,” I said, taking it and gulping deeply. The water felt so refreshing and crisp; I felt like I could have drunk an entire lake. Stopping myself, I handed the rest of the glass to Gunner instead, smiling as he swallowed it down.
My head was still dizzy, and with Gunner inside of me, my ass was still clenching and twitching with pleasure. I reached back, patting his side, and he slowly pulled himself out, pausing to kiss at my back while he did.
And then Maddox did the last thing I expected. He bent down, shook out the sheet that was folded at the end of the bed, and draped it over us. “You two sleep here,” he said, his voice filling the room. “Enjoy the bed. You’ll need a good rest after that.”
“No,” I said, pushing myself up on my elbows. I wanted to say stay, stay with us, but it felt like too much. Dizzy all over again, I fell back against the pillow. “That’s too much to ask.”
“You didn’t ask,” he said. “And it’s my pleasure. It will make me happy to know you two are snoozing up here.”
I turned to Gunner and saw how dazed he looked. He threw his arm over me, pulling me closer. “Thanks for the bed, Maddox,” he said, his voice coming out breathy and slow. “I appreciate it.”
Maddox pointed down at him, smiling. “No problem, Gunner.”
And the next thing I knew, with owls hooting across the forest, I fell asleep in Gunner’s arms, and he fell asleep in mine.
Chapter Nineteen
Maddox
I woke up to the beep, beep, beep of a large vehicle backing up. Kicking my legs off the couch and rubbing my face, I blinked myself awake.
It looked like the guys were headed back to the city that morning.
I stumbled my way across the large, open space of the living area until I got the kitchen corner. Fumbling around to put on the coffee, I heard the distant howl of a chainsaw.
I still couldn’t believe what had happened the night before. I thought those guys were too young for me. The men I went for usually had as much muscle as mass as I did and just as many years of experience tossing other guys around. But there was something that really got me going about seeing them together. It was like they were each begging me to rock their worlds, with Malcolm’s eager whimpers and Gunner’s cocky need for discipline.
Shaking my head, I punched a couple buttons on the coffee machine and splashed some water on my face. None of that really mattered, anyway. The guys would be on their way, and I doubted we’d ever cross paths again. I hardly went into the city those days, and I doubted they’d come breaking and entering around the neighborhood again anytime soon.
Right on cue, they both came wandering down the wide wooden staircase. Gunner was in his boxers, and Malcolm had my flannel on like it was a robe.
“Morning,” I said, throwing my voice across the room. “It sounds like they’re clearing the road right now. It will probab
ly take a while to finish, so you’ll have time for breakfast.”
Gunner dropped down on the couch he was passing, then rummaged beneath the coffee table until he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. “I’m having a smoke,” he announced, heading to the back door.
Malcolm smiled at me, then took a seat at the counter. I poured him a cup of coffee. “There might be some honey, if you want to sweeten it,” I offered.
He shook his head quickly. “I got used to drinking black coffee when I was in school to be a librarian. There was just one little coffee machine in the main library where I studied, and the sweetener in it was gross.”
I chuckled, pulling a couple cans of beans out of the cupboard. “Well, I’m afraid I can’t offer you much for breakfast, but I’ll heat up these cans. There’s some diners when you get back to the highway.”
Malcolm shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like you owe anything to the guys who broke into your house.”
I remembered the first time I came upon them the night before last. Now that they were leaving, I felt a stronger desire to say something to Malcolm about my family. I just couldn’t figure out what those words should be.
“I’m sorry you have to go home to a stressful living situation,” I said, leaning forward on the counter. “I know how difficult it is to live somewhere you can’t relax.”
Malcolm nodded. “I’m sure I’ll figure something out soon.” He said it with a lot of confidence, like his troubles were nothing to worry about. I knew, however, how awful my uncle could be and imagined they might be more headaches ahead for him.
Malcolm noticed the clothes I had pulled from the dryer, folded and sitting on the couch. Walking over, he pulled his boxer briefs on, kicking his legs into the underwear and then hitching them up beneath the flannel. Undoing the two buttons he had fastened in the front, he folded my shirt, carefully setting it aside before he finished dressing himself.
“I’m glad I got to see your place, though,” he said, turning back toward me. “And to meet you. Now I have new garden goals for myself.”
“There’s not much to look at now, but I’m pretty happy with how it turns out when I’m around to tend to the plants.”
“I can tell,” he said, returning to the counter.
I accepted the compliment, nodding warmly. Maybe it was the glow from the evening before, but he looked much more confident in himself. After establishing his career so young and living on his own, I wasn’t surprised. It had taken me until I was thirty to gather enough strength and integrity to get my act together.
Gunner came back in through the back door, his boxers still hanging loosely off his hips. “The noises stopped,” he announced. “I think they might be done clearing the path.”
Malcolm gestured to the pile of clothes, and Gunner began to dress himself while they talked. Scooping some beans into dishes and squirting a little hot sauce on top, I found myself lingering over the last moment with the guys. The men I usually hooked up with were as quick to move on as I was. They didn’t need anything more from me than a quick, hard fuck, and I tended to feel the same about them. But it was easy to convince myself that Malcolm and Gunner did need me. It wasn’t like they were weak or lost—they were stronger and smarter than they gave themselves credit for, and no matter where their lives took them, I knew they would be fine.
I just believed, for one fleeting moment, that we could be stronger and happier together than we were apart.
Shaking my head, I dismissed the thoughts and offered Gunner a cup of coffee. We chatted over the meager breakfast, with Gunner asking more questions about my welding practice and Malcolm sitting with a shy expression by his side. The memories of the night before hung thick in the air, and I could almost taste the passion that I had watched from above. It was an unspoken thing between us, but every time Malcolm blushed and looked away, I remembered exactly how explosive it had been.
Malcolm finished off the last of his beans, and I nodded with appreciation when Gunner rose to his feet, clearing the dishes without being prompted. Malcolm glanced at his phone for a minute, then sighed and shoved it back in his pocket.
“Someone waiting for you back home?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Just my parents, saying hello.”
“I imagine you’re eager to get back to the city,” I said.
He nodded slowly. “I guess so, yeah,” he agreed halfheartedly.
“What about you, Maddox?” Gunner asked, turning from the sink and depositing the last bowl on the drying rack. “You coming to Seattle anytime soon? Want to take us for a motorcycle ride around the city?”
I gestured to the workshop out back. “I’m not going anywhere for a while. My ass is sore and tired from two months of cross-country riding. I’ll be playing hermit for the rest of the fall, I imagine.”
Malcolm reached back, lightly touching his rear with his hand.
I guess I’m not the only one with a sore ass.
He adjusted his glasses, then stood up from the stool, glancing around the house one last time. “I guess we should get going, then,” he said. “Sorry again about breaking into your house.”
I shrugged. “It’s nothing I wouldn’t have done at your age.” Although back when I was in my early twenties, I probably would have pocketed a few choice items, too.
I glanced over at Gunner, considering for a second that he might have grabbed a few valuable items. When he smiled back at me, though, I felt oddly confident that he wouldn’t do that. Maybe he would rob some stranger or steal from some other house. But now that he knew me, I had a strong sense he would honor the trust I had shown by letting them stay.
“Yeah,” Gunner agreed. “Let’s get back to the city. I’ve got to apply for more bartending jobs, and Malcolm has a new apartment to track down.”
I stood to walk them out but paused when an idea started forming in my mind. With such a strong sense that I had something to offer them, maybe I should actually trust myself. Maybe I didn’t have to send them back to the city emptyhanded. After all, I had always been frustrated that I couldn’t do more to stop my family from exploiting other people. Yet here was Malcolm, a guy I might actually be able to help, standing right in front of me.
I pushed open the front door, stepping out to the porch. The sun was just rising above the treeline, and the morning birds were chattering away. “Actually, before you go, I think I might have an idea,” I said.
Gunner threw his arm over Malcolm’s shoulder, and they both stared back at me, their expressions open and warm. “You decide to give us a ride on that motorcycle after all?” Gunner asked. “Or maybe a whole other kind of ride…”
“Or maybe a job,” I said, cutting his flirtations off.
“You know a bar that’s hiring?” he asked, his face lighting up.
“Nothing like that,” I answered. “And nothing that’s going to let you quit your demolition job quite yet. But if you’re up for it, Gunner, I might be able to help you both out at once.”
They looked at each other skeptically and then turned back to me. “How?” Malcolm asked, his voice nervous. “You’re not going to harass my landlords, are you?”
“Nothing like that,” I said, remembering the story I had told the night before about my last motorcycle. “But I have something to confess to you. I’m no stranger to Richter Properties or the Richter family in general. In fact, the guy who owns your building is my uncle.”
Malcolm sputtered. “What? Are you serious?”
I nodded, the idea clicking together as I talked to them. “I know everything about their shady business, from the way they run their money to the schemes they use to cover their tracks. I’m familiar with every dirty trick they might play and every two-bit thug they’ll hire to do it.”
Gunner licked his lips, practically salivating in front of me. “We’re going to rob the landlords,” he said. “Fuck yeah.”
I shook my head. “Hardly,” I said. “Trying to rob them would just put us all in harm
’s way. Anyway, we don’t need to make off with a sack of cash. Malcolm will still be out a place to live, and trust me, stolen money disappears faster than you can imagine.”
“What are you going to do, then?” Malcolm asked, his voice still anxious.
I pointed at Gunner, thrusting my finger at his chest. “I’m going to take Gunner here under my wing next week. We’ll use my knowledge of the business to keep an eye on things and document my uncle breaking the law. When we’ve got enough evidence together, I’ll show Malcolm how to file a complaint that won’t get swept away in the corrupt corners of the city government.”
I didn’t say the other part of the plan, the part that was probably just as important. I’d use the occasion to teach Gunner a few important lessons. I’d show him how to be safe and how to make smarter choices. I didn’t expect him to put his rebellious tendencies aside, but I did think I could help him put them to better use.
They were lessons I’d learned the hard way, one broken bone at a time. But if I were careful, I might be able to save Gunner a little bit of that pain and help him build an honest, stable relationship with Malcolm while I was at it.
“So we’ll be spies together,” Gunner said, thinking it over carefully. “That’s cool.”
“Won’t you be taking a big risk, though?” Malcolm asked, wrapping his arm around Gunner’s side as concern clouded his face. “I don’t want you both getting in trouble for my benefit.”
I reached out, squeezing his shoulder. “I promise you, Malcolm,” I said, keeping my voice steady so that he knew I was being truthful. “I have no intention of getting arrested or hurt, and I wouldn’t make an offer like this unless I was certain I could keep you both safe, too.”
They turned to each other, their eyes searching. “Cool,” Gunner finally said. “So what’s first?”
“First? You get back to your lives, and I take the bath I’ve been thinking about all month,” I said. “I’ll come to the city in a week or so, and we can take it from there.”
