On the Sand [A Jarheads Novel]

by Sean Michael

  Shit, they needed to be a whole lot more naked. He was not coming in his jeans, no matter how good the weight of them on his thighs and against his prick was, no matter how good that sucking on his fingers was or the sound of Rig's cry made his balls tighten up.

  Dick's sounds were just surrounding them, adding to the hum going down his spine. “Clothes,” he growled, teeth staying firmly attached to that pretty little ring.

  He tugged again and Rig's lips popped off his finger. “Blue!"

  Rock nodded. “Yeah, right here. Too many clothes."

  Oh, the kid's laughter was husky, but Dick's fingers slid down over Rig's abdomen and started working on his button, his fly. About fucking time.

  "I can smell you, Rock. Better than dessert."

  "You can have me, Rig. Want that mouth. Better than anything."

  Dick whimpered, fingers working his jeans open and tugging him out. Rig's mouth found his throat, lips and teeth teasing the skin. Groaning, he pushed his hips up, his cock sliding against Rig's, the bit of a zipper making the heat of Rig's flesh that much better. Dick worked his t-shirt up, Rig's lips leaving his skin for just long enough to get it up over his head.

  "Mmm. My marines.” Rig's mouth slid down his collarbone, hot as hell.

  "You know it.” The last word was little more than a cry as Dick's fingers found his own ring and twisted it. Then Rig's mouth joined Dick's fingers, both of them fighting over him. He was the luckiest fucking man on earth.

  Dick's free hand wrapped around both their pricks, not really jacking them, just playing, stroking lazily. It was just enough to keep him revved up, keep him feeling high on it. His own fingers found Dick's ring, flicking and tugging on it as his other hand wrapped around Rig's head and held that mouth against his skin. Rig sucked and groaned, tongue flicking his ring, up and down, over and over.

  "Christ, Rabbit.” He tried to spread his legs wider, his hips bucking all on their own, sending his men up and rolling them back down against him.

  He got a nod, Rig sliding that tongue in the ring and fucking it, each push in rubbing his nipple. Oh, fuck, he was gonna blow if Rig kept that up.

  The kid suddenly slid off him. Kneeling next to them, Dick opened wide and took the heads of both their cocks into his mouth. Oh, fuck yes.

  Rig's eyes went wide, head thrown back. “Fuck!"

  He opened his mouth to agree, but fucking shit, all that came out was a low groan, Dick's mouth so fucking tight around the two of them. He dropped a hand down to the kid's head, fingers wrapping in soft hair.

  "Pretty. Pretty. Your mouth.” Rig's fingers joined his, petting that too-long hair, Rig's cock rubbing against his. Dick hummed around their pricks—whether response or just enjoyment or just because the kid knew how fucking good it felt, he didn't know. He didn't much care either, he just fucking jerked, the vibrations so good. Rig leaned further back, watching him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Fucking hot. Watching you."

  "You, too. Kid, too.” He grunted. Fuck, he was gonna blow any minute, especially the way the kid's tongue kept slapping against the tip of his prick as it pushed into that heat.

  "Uh. Uh-huh. Dick. Pretty.” Rig was gasping, mouth opening and closing for him.

  So fucking sexy. All fucking his. Both of them. With that thought, he shot, shooting down Dick's throat, making the kid swallow hard. Rig's cock jerked and throbbed against his, and wasn't that the sexiest thing ever? Both of them tight together, coming inside Dick's mouth. Fuck yes.

  He grabbed the back of Rig's neck and brought him in for a kiss, taking a long one as the kid's mouth kept working them. Rig's lips were soft as hell, swollen. Sweet. He kissed Rig for a long time, until Dick's mouth finally came up off their still half-hard pricks.

  "Mmm. I do love your chocolate pie, but that was an even better dessert.” Look at the face on the kid. Brat.

  "I'll make a real one tomorrow.” Rig leaned against him.

  He grinned, looping an arm around Rig and his other around Dick as the kid leaned against his leg. “I won't say no."

  "You didn't say no to the store bought one,” Dick pointed out.

  "Nope. And look what it got us.” It was hard not to sound smug—he didn't bother trying.

  Chapter Fourteen

  They gotten into Las Vegas at some ridiculous hour at night and Dick wasn't sure which of them was more tired—him, Rig or Rock. They'd certainly all collapsed the minute they hit the bedroom. Hell, they hadn't even checked out the room.

  He did now, as he came out of the bathroom, bladder much happier than it had been two minutes ago. If the rest of the room was anywhere as cool as the bath, they were set. Hell, the bath was Goddamn big and fancy, complete with a fucking hot tub, right there next to the can. Too fucking cool. The bedroom wasn't filled with bells and whistles, but there was a huge fucking bed, a flat-screen TV, and a view of the Strip. He could so handle that.

  Of course the best part of the room was those two fine asses sticking out of the covers on the bed.

  Ten whole days of nothing to do but sleep, eat and fuck. And maybe have a little fun at the tables. Maybe.

  Grinning, he leapt onto the bed, making it bounce. “Hey, rise and shine, you're missing the best part of the day!"

  "You could kill him, Rock. No one would know.” Rig didn't open his eyes, but he got a grin.

  He chuckled, and danced his fingers down Rig's spine, right into that sweet, hot crack. “You'd know."

  "I might do it anyway.” Rock cracked an eye open at him. “What the fuck's so special about this part of the day?"

  "This is when we start fucking.” Duh.

  "I thought it was time for room service?” Rig's smile got bigger.

  Dick laughed. “It is—if room service is where I service you here in the room."

  "It's too fucking early for puns. Wake me when it's time for my blowjob.” Rock rolled over, head firmly buried in his pillow.

  "Mmm.” Rig's eyes opened at that, one hand sliding over Rock's ass. “So fine."

  "You know it,” grumbled Rock, ass cheeks tightening, releasing.

  Their stud.

  "You are, too,” he told Rig. his own hand doing some sliding of its own, enjoying the shape of Rig's ass.

  "Pshaw.” Rig shifted, cheek on the small of Rock's back. “I know the truth."

  "Don't make me kick your ass, Rabbit."

  Dick nodded, still stroking Rig's skin.

  "Uh-huh. ‘m scared."

  Rock grunted, growled a little, but didn't roll over, working hard to make like he was going to go back to sleep. Like that was going to happen with him and Rig up and wanting.

  He bent and licked at Rig's ass. “You don't look scared, Rig."

  "Nope. I'm busy loving on this ass.” Rig's tongue slid over Rock's butt cheek, teasing.

  He echoed the movement, grinning as Rock and Rig's moans came together. Fuck, he loved this. He loved having the time to just enjoy them like this.

  "Mmm.” Rig stretched out, rubbing against Rock, back against him.

  He rubbed his cheek over Rig's ass, and then slid up to lick at Rig's neck, letting his prick nudge and settle between the cheeks of that cowboy butt. Rock moved with them, muscles rippling.

  "Mornin’ Pretty.” Oh, yeah. He got the drawl, that rough, hungry voice. Score.

  "Morning,” he whispered, tongue finding that spot on Rig's neck. That tight little cowboy ass bucked, Rig's groan muffled against Rock's skin.

  Rock's growl urged him on as well. “Whatever you did, do it again."

  He let his teeth out this time, rubbing hard against that sensitive skin.

  "Pretty!” Rig jerked, belly going tight.

  He groaned, licking that same spot, hips moving restlessly, rubbing his prick up and down Rig's crack. God, knew where the damn slick was.

  Rig was panting, hands sliding over Rock's skin. “More. Fuck me, more."

  "Uh-huh.” He slid back down Rig's body, spreading that sweet ass with his thumbs, exposing Rig's little
hole where it waited for him. Pushing his face against skin, he breathed Rig in, and then licked, tongue working to open and wet Rig.

  "Fuck!” Rig crawled up Rock, cock sliding on the big guy's thigh. Shit, Dick could smell them both, so fucking hot.

  He loved making Rig lose it like this, making Rig shout and shake with want. He pushed his tongue deeper, fucked their redneck with it. Rock turned, taking Rig into his arms and started moving, pushing Rig back onto his tongue. Rig was crying out, sounds slipping into Rock's mouth. One of Rock's hands helped him hold Rig's ass open, one finger pushing in along with his tongue.

  Fuck.

  He shuddered, tongue starting to work Rock's finger as well as Rig's ass. Rig's skin was hot as hell, thigh muscles shaking under his hands. Beautiful man. Dick hummed, eyes closing as he just tasted and breathed it all in. Rig stronger, because he was closer, but Rock's deep, male scent there.

  "I need. I need more.” Rock added another finger and Rig almost sobbed, head thrown back.

  Fuck, that was ... his cock throbbed, threatening to spill. It amazed him how every day they found a way to blow his mind all over again like he was still an eighteen year old kid seeing things he'd never even dared imagine.

  He slid his tongue in and out of Rig, moving faster. And then he couldn't wait any longer and he surged up, pushing right into Rig, right alongside Rock's fingers.

  "Oh. Oh, fuck. Yes. Y'all.” He couldn't see Rig's face, but he could see Rock, see those blue eyes staring into their cowboy and just eating it up.

  He pushed in deeper, Rock's fingers wriggling against his prick, sending everything sparking just a little bit higher. Groaning, he did it again, feeling Rock push against Rig from the other side at the same time, sending him deeper still.

  Rig took a kiss from Rock, their mouths crashing together, Rig tight as a fist around his cock. He found a rhythm, Rock's fingers sliding away, reaching around to hold onto his hip and guide his movements. Moaning, he buried his face in Rig's neck, just diving into the sensations.

  They all slapped together, the big bed creaking under them.

  He shifted a little, kept doing it until he hit the right spot, Rig's sudden cry letting him know exactly when that was. He hit it, again and again, Rig's head snapping back. “More. More, pretty. Please."

  So he hit it harder, fingers digging into Rig's hip as he pulled the skinny body back against him. Rock kept shoving back against them, adding that strength to his thrusts.

  "Gonna. I...” Rig squeezed tight, ass working his cock.

  "Do it, Rig. Come on my cock.” So fucking hot—how Rig loved his voice, loved hearing him.

  The hottest fucking cowboy he'd even known jerked, crying out, the scent of spunk sudden and strong.

  That ass went so tight around his cock it took his breath away for a moment. And then Rig's body started milking him, squeezing rhythmically and his cry matched Rig's as he came hard.

  Oh. Oh, damn, that was good. Rig leaned hard into Rock, panting.

  Moaning softly, he rubbed his cheek against Rig's shoulder, Rock's fingers sliding over his other cheek, that low groan loving on both of them.

  "Mmm. Good morning.” Rig grinned, turning to take a kiss.

  He smiled back and then gave that kiss, tongue tangling with Rig's, loose and easy and good. The kiss stayed lazy, stayed soft and easy, Rig grinning at him. The man's eyelashes were white this close, pure white and so long. Dick felt his heart thumping in his chest, got lost in that look, in those eyes.

  "When you two are finished playing kissy-face, I'm still waiting on that reason to wake up here."

  Rig chuckled, eyes rolling. “Bitch, bitch, bitch."

  "Nope. I've just got this swelling problem here that shouldn't be ignored."

  Dick found himself giggling and he leaned in to whisper in Rig's ear. “We could double team him."

  "Mmhmm.” Rig slid down, lips heading straight for Rock's balls. He followed, hands staying on Rig as concentrated on the leaking tip, licking and sucking lightly. He could hear Rock, moaning and sighing as Rig took one nut in that amazing Goddamn mouth and starting humming. Flicking his tongue across Rock's slit, he slowly worked his way down the thick flesh, aiming to meet Rig's lips.

  Grey eyes stared up at him, happy, lazy, so fucking hot. He moaned around Rock's prick, the big guy's hips jerking, pushing it deeper. Opening his throat the way he'd learned from Rig, he took it all in. Rig found his nipple ring, tugging just a little, just enough to make him moan around Rock's prick. Their lips touched, the vibrations passing through Rock's prick to each other.

  "Fuck. You two. Fuck.” Oh yeah, they had Rock.

  Rig smiled, shaking his head back and forth, just a little, just tugging. He whimpered this time, cock filling back up—he'd have to be dead to be sucking and rubbing Rig's lips with his own and having that ring tugged and not get hard. And he sure as hell wasn't dead.

  Rock shifted, hips moving in little, slow in and outs, just barely fucking his mouth. Rig slid those long fingers into his own mouth, wetting them before sliding them back toward Rock's hole. Oh. Oh, fuck. He sucked harder, started working his mouth along Rock's prick instead of just letting Rock fuck it as he reached up, looking for the matching ring in Rock's nipple.

  Dick could feel Rock shudder, feel the tremors in that hard prick as Rig finger-fucked the big guy. He started tugging on Rock's nipple ring, letting each shudder guide him. It wasn't going to be long, he could feel it. He met Rig's eyes, just flying with the pleasure of making Rock need.

  There wasn't anything else like this. Nothing. God damn.

  Dick started moving his hips without even realizing it, rubbing his own prick half against the sheets, half against Rig. One big hand landed on his head, holding him in place as Rock's hips started jerking, pushing deep into his mouth.

  Yeah. Hell, yes. Rig moaned, the sound loud enough that it had to drive Rock crazy.

  He put everything he had into sucking, swallowed hard every time Rock's prick hit the back of his throat and then suddenly Rock cried out, spunk pulsing down his throat.

  They all slumped, panting together. Rig grinned, licked a drop from his chin. “Mornin'."

  Rock just grunted, and Dick laughed. “Yeah. Yeah, good morning."

  He stretched out, touching them idly, just enjoying the touch of their skin, and the easy, lazy start. “Man, we're in Vegas. Where to first?"

  "Breakfast,” growled Rock. “I want one of those all you can eat deals."

  Dick nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, breakfast. And the sights."

  "Works for me. After a shower.” Rig rolled up, skinny naked ass heading toward the bathroom, just swinging.

  Dick watched him go, licking his lips as Rock leaned over him, arm sliding to pull him tight against the big body for a moment. He let himself relax back against the muscles, sort of stretching and sliding.

  "We shouldn't let him do that alone."

  "No, we shouldn't,” he agreed. He looked back, meeting Rock's eyes. “Last one there ... aw fuck it, let's just go."

  Rock rolled them out of bed and they headed after their cowboy.

  Chapter Fifteen

  There were more nearly naked people in this city than he'd ever seen. Nearly naked people and neon lights. Rig wasn't sure he liked it. It was loud, crowded, everybody was drunk and...

  Shit, he was getting old.

  They headed over the Strip, the kid laughing at something Rock said, dodging the crowd.

  Rock dropped back, arm going around his shoulders for a moment. “You're awfully quiet."

  "Yeah? It's just something, taking this all in."

  "You having a good time?"

  "Yeah. Yeah, it was cooler during the day. Less drunk.” Less weird. Less creepy and loud. Less people shoving cards advertising pussy for sale. Less noise.

  "You wanna just hit that steak house Flannery told us about and sneak back to the hotel room for some real R and R? The kid won't mind not playing the slots tonight."

  Dick had
obviously just noticed they'd slowed down, and he darted back toward them, smiling.

  "Would you mind? I'm...” Old. Tired. Getting weird. “No, let's go play, man. It's early still."

  Dick stopped in front of him, rolling back on his heels. “What's up?"

  They were blocking foot traffic, but Rock just stood there arm around his shoulders, not letting them get pushed around. “I'm hungry. For a real steak."

  "Cool. I think that place Jim Flannery recommended is around here.” Dick craned his neck, looking at the signs on the street corner. “He said they had the best steaks in the country, but I'm guessing he was exaggerating."

  "Yeah? I'm a fan.” Oh, he could go for a sit, some bread. A potato.

  "Oh, there's a cab, let's just grab it instead of getting lost.” His Pretty stepped off the curb and hailed the cab down, Rock tugging him over as it pulled up.

  "This cool with you, Blue?"

  "I wouldn't be doing it if it wasn't."

  Rock pushed him into the cab, and Dick told the driver where they were going, grinning back at them from the front seat. “Apparently it's just around the corner."

  "Good deal. It's damn warm here, huh? Warmer than home.” Well, assuming home was California and not Texas.

  Rock chuckled. “Thought you liked it hot, Rig?” The words were casual, but those blue eyes looked over at him, took him in.

  "I'm getting used to where we are, huh? Hot men, cooler weather."

  Rock preened for him. “You know it."

  With that the taxi was pulling up in front of their restaurant, Dick taking care of the fare and bouncing ahead of them. The air conditioning was a relief, as was the quiet atmosphere—relaxing, welcoming.

  He caught himself leaning toward Rock, the smell of meat making him just a little queasy. Man, he needed to eat so that he could feel better. Rock's arm went back around his shoulders for just a moment, steadying him a touch, and then they were being seated at a half-moon booth with a round table. Dick slid in, Rock letting him go next to sit between the two of them.