“I’m coming,” she panted, and Ty’s chest rose and fell along with hers. Lewis could just see his jaw opening and throat quivering. “Oh, Lewis, Ty.” Another gasp of air, then she whimpered, “Please.”
Lewis pushed to his knees, hands continuing to move on and in Ty as he bent forwards. “Kiss me, beautiful.” She did, body rising and falling with each new assault Ty made on her pussy, mouth working against Lewis’ frantically. She froze and keened, and Lewis changed gears so he could put his arms around her, holding her upright as the orgasm wracked her body with rolling shudders. He straddled Ty’s hips, not realizing how things had lined up until the head of Ty’s cock brushed his ass. Not yet. With a bow of his back, he moved so their cocks lay on Ty’s belly, side by side, and the next time Ty lifted his hips, his cock glided along Lewis’. Little frotwork never hurt anybody.
“Enough,” she shouted, lifting off Ty’s face only to be yanked back down by his hands at her hips. “Ty, enough. It’s too much.”
When she rose to her knees again, Ty’s hands slipped up her back to curl around Lewis’ wrists. Looking over her shoulder, he saw Ty’s eyes were glassy, his face wet and shining as he smiled up. “Hey.”
“Hey, yourself,” Lewis returned. “Lemme get her laid down. Gotta take care of our girl, yeah?” Ty nodded, the smile on his face not dimming a bit. “You enjoyed that?”
“Oh, yeah. I liked that. In case you couldn’t tell.” Ty’s hips rose and his cock slapped against Lewis’ belly. “I liked it all.”
A moment later and he had Crissy on her side next to Ty, her arm across his chest while Lewis kissed him soundly, taking in the musky taste of Crissy from his lips. When Ty reached for him, he backed off and went for a wet cloth. He didn’t want to touch Crissy’s pussy yet, because with as wet as she was, he’d enjoy fucking her without a cleanup there. But he suspected once Ty came down from the high of what they’d done so far, he’d rather his face not be flooded with her juices.
When he got back to the bed, Crissy and Ty had swapped places, Crissy now on her back. Ty’s hand was between her legs, idly playing with her and Lewis grinned at the idea of Ty keeping her revved up for him. He bent down and kissed Crissy softly, wiped her face with the warm cloth, then did the same for Ty. Scanning the bed, he didn’t see the bottle anywhere, so he looked on the floor.
“Whatcha lookin’ for?” He glanced up at the question to find Ty was dangling the bottle between his fingers, a grin on his face.
“That, asshole.”
“I’ll take care of your asshole, baby.”
Lewis tried not to preen, but he loved when either of them called him a pet name. Baby being one of his personal favorites. “Promises, promises.” He reused a taunt from the other night, and Ty showed teeth in a slightly feral smile.
“Crissy’s ready for you.” Ty spread her labia and Lewis watched as his middle finger slid into her effortlessly, pushing far inside, the tendons in Ty’s wrist standing out with the strain as he tried for another inch, grinding deep. She mewled as he withdrew, hips lifting, a shudder rolling through her when he painted the juices across her clit. “She’s ready, baby.”
The look of anticipation on Ty’s face as he spoke showed he’d marked the previous reaction to the word, and Lewis gladly gave it to him again, letting him see how much he liked it. Liked being worth the kinds of pet names that came with familiarity. The kind of comfort that came from knowing you were going to be with someone long term. Smiling, proud of the heady relationship he was part of, he stared at Ty as he said, “I’m ready, too. What a co-inky-dink.”
With an expression of sublime happiness, Ty closed his eyes and rolled his head towards Crissy and sucked on her nipple, taking as much of her breast in his mouth as he could. His fingers still held her pussy open, and Lewis wasted no time in sliding into place, hips notching into the cradle made just for them. He didn’t shy from Ty’s touch, didn’t pull away as he had over the past weeks, letting his cock slide up past her entrance and over Ty’s hand, then back down. Fingers gripped him, hot, wrapping all the way around his shaft. He gasped as Ty lined him up with Crissy’s opening and then Lewis rocked his hips forwards, plunging inside by a measured amount. “Nearly too much,” he warned Ty when the fingers didn’t abandon their hold, instead changing to a two-fingered stroke. At his warning, Ty curled a finger around the base of Lewis’ sac, pressing on his taint. “Fuck,” he gasped as his hips bucked hard. “Not helping.”
Crissy laughed, and Lewis shook his head. That was a sound he loved hearing from her, especially in bed, a place where she’d once been cautious. We broke her of that. He smirked down at them, wishing he could freeze frame this moment. Crissy’s eyes on him, fingers in Ty’s hair holding him to her breast, his eyes closed as he sucked and played, his shoulder in view with muscles bunched. Soft and hard, strong and stronger. “Y’all are mine, you know that, right?” Crissy grinned and nodded, Ty’s eyes opening and cutting up and to the side so he could look at Lewis without releasing his mouth-hold on her tit. “Mine,” Lewis said, hips shoving forwards to drive him deeper inside her on a slow glide. Retreat, then stroke in again. “Mine.”
He grunted when the grip on him constricted and released as Ty pushed up to an elbow, moving up to face Crissy. Watching them kiss while he moved in and out of her was one of the best feelings. Ty cupped her cheeks protectively, possessively, taking her mouth with a gentle intensity Lewis could feel radiating off the man. It curled his toes like an orgasm, knowing they cherished each other as much as he did them, and he started bucking harder, trying to balance Ty’s soft and sweet with a little fast fucking. Best way to get her brain to let go.
With Lewis propped up on his arms like this, it gave Ty plenty of room to touch and caress, hand cradling her breast, fingers pinching the still-wet nipple until her pussy gave a rippling squeeze around Lewis. Her legs spread farther, then her heels came up behind his ass, her hips lifting to meet every thrust. Crissy had one hand still wrapped around Ty’s skull, fingers in his hair, but her other hand lifted to touch Lewis’ chest, gliding up until she had a similar hold on him. For such a little thing, she was strong, and he gave in quickly as she tugged him down. Ty shifted to the side, and Lewis kissed her, tongue chasing hers for a moment. Her grip changed and she turned his head towards their lover as Ty moved in, and he was kissing Ty, giving way to the greediness of his caress, Ty taking control, biting his lips, sucking his tongue until Lewis gasped out, “Baby,” head swimming from the sensations of Crissy hot and tight around his dick, Ty’s mouth owning him until all he could think was a string of love, love, love, this is love.
He lost Crissy’s legs around him. A hand on his ass was all the warning he needed to slow and push deep, muscles clenching hard for a moment in heady anticipation before he consciously relaxed as much as he could. Lube-slick, Ty’s finger delved between his cheeks and aimed unerringly towards his hole, slipping inside effortlessly as Lewis pushed out. Ty grunted when Lewis clenched, showing him how tight and hot it would be once he was really inside. Then Lewis eased up, released the taut hold on Ty’s digit and buried his head beside Crissy’s in the pillow, waiting.
Ty didn’t disappoint, plunging and twisting, dragging against the muscles as he withdrew before adding a second finger, the burn a quiet promise of what would be Lewis’ very soon. In and out, deeper and deeper, giving Lewis the full width of his fingers before he added a third. “Fuck, Ty. So goddamned good.”
“You need more?” Ty’s mouth was right beside Lewis’ ear, the rough words coming out on a gust of heated breath, followed by a low groan when Lewis shook his head. “You sure, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Baby. God, he’d kill to keep hearing that word from Ty. “I’m sure. Christ yes, I’m sure, I’m sure.”
The mattress moved and Crissy held him tight, as if he’d run away from this, but he knew what she meant by her actions. “I love you, honey doll. Love you.”
“I love you, too, big man.” She kissed t
he side of his head until he turned to face her, their noses a scarce span apart. Lewis puckered his lips and grazed her mouth, capturing her breath. The plastic cap clicked again, and then he heard Ty stroking himself, the lube making a distinctive sound that ratcheted up his desire. “Your face.” Crissy touched his cheek, and he blinked to focus back on her. “You really want this.” He nodded, words lost for the moment. “Ty, be good to our Lewis, yeah?” She adopted the cadence Lewis had often used when he coached his lovers. “Love him good. He wants this so bad, lover. Wants you, and I know you know it. I’ve seen you watch him, caught how you stare. Be good to each other, and I’ll promise you it will be the best, ever. Lewis—” She smiled and kissed his nose. “—thank you for being the other part of my soul.”
“Nothing to thank me for, honey.” He returned her gesture, pressing his lips to the tip of her nose. He offered honesty with his whispered, “I live and breathe for the two of you.”
Furred legs pushed his thighs farther apart and he shifted, vigilant to stay deep inside Crissy. Then Ty’s bare dick nudged his hole, scalding as it pressed relentlessly forwards, pushing and prodding, and he carefully bore down again, as he had for Ty’s fingers, rewarded when the crown of Ty’s monster cock slipped inside. Ty hissed and froze, sounding shocked when he said, “Hotter than I expected, oh man. Jesus. Fucking…it’s sexy as fuck, watching me go inside you, baby.”
He groaned as Ty palmed both globes of his ass, thumbs running between and then Lewis tensed as they were tugged apart so Ty could give himself a clearer field of view. Lewis knew what Ty’d see. A taut ridge of muscle encircling his cock, the gleam of oil on the shaft, shining smears of the lubricant on Lewis’ skin. Ty forced himself deeper, and Lewis arched his back, muscles of his neck contracting as his head lifted.
“Feels so good, Ty. So fuckin’ good.”
Crissy’s palms soothed up and down his arms as she dusted kisses across his shoulder. “You feel good, I feel good, I think Ty feels good.”
“Ty definitely feels good,” Ty muttered, “I’m afraid to move, Lewis. It’s more…I didn’t expect it to be this.”
“Hmm.” Lewis was reeling, drunk as he brought his lips down to capture Crissy’s. “I got you, baby boy. You be still, let good old Lewis do all the work.” He made a tentative shift of his hips and chuckled when both Crissy and Ty gasped in unison as they pulled in a quick breath. It took a minute, but he found his stride, a slow back and forth that had Ty sliding in and out of his ass inches at a time, and his cock driving deep into Crissy before withdrawing again. And again. “Fucking hot and tight, and havin’ Ty fucking me is the best. Best. Been waitin’ for this, worth every minute, baby. Worth it all.” Sweat slicked his skin, dripping into his eyes, heat from Ty’s legs on his thighs a furnace that was linked by him to Crissy’s burn from underneath. The room filled with a chorus of groans and moans, Ty cursing under his breath, fingers digging into Lewis’ ass and hips with a painful desperation he welcomed. Gonna be marked up so good tomorrow. Crissy was writhing, hips coming up to meet every thrust, legs moving restlessly. “We still all fine?”
“Mmhmm, so fine,” Crissy hummed softly, head turning to the side, hair shielding her face from him. The way she was panting hard, he knew she was close, and with how he’d been using Ty’s cock to stroke his own prostate, he’d come with her when she locked down on him.
“Ty, baby, you with us?” A jolting thud of Ty’s hips against his ass was his answer, and Lewis arched his head around, staring over his shoulder at the man behind him. Ty was looking down, eyes fixed on where they were joined, but he was moving in counterpoint to Lewis now, meeting him in the middle with a delicious hard thrust. “Oh, yeah, you’re with us.” Lewis was the fulcrum their movement tied to, and he increased the pace, then held that rhythm, giving Ty a chance to get caught up before he sped up again. “I’m gonna go deep, Ty. Deep as I can inside Crissy and I want you to follow me down. Lean on me, lay on me, do whatever you need to do, but fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard. Fuck me into our Crissy.”
He lowered his chest until Crissy’s breasts brushed against him with every plunge inside her. Ass slightly cocked up into the air, he stretched out one leg, using the other to lift Crissy’s knee wide. Once back in the position they’d started in, he rocked hard, grinding against her clit while Ty came down on his shaking arms. Keeping the hard dick deep in his ass, Lewis maintained the delicate rocking motion, giving Ty a moment to get used to the dynamics of their new positions. Hand on his shoulder, Ty pulled Lewis back against him before thrusting hard. Crissy grunted in surprise, mouth open in a soundless shout at the power behind the movement.
“Gonna go hard, Lewis. I can’t…I want to go hard, gotta.”
“Fuck me, Ty. Fuck me and fuck Crissy. Do it.” Ty’s nails dug into the skin under Lewis’ collarbone and he readied himself. “Do it.”
He’d seen Ty fuck Crissy, seen him make love to her, too. Watched and participated with both. But nothing had prepared him for the sheer, overwhelming power of Ty’s body, muscles pulling and pushing fast and hard, the broad shaft of Ty’s cock thrusting into him. Taking him to the root like that set the burn in his ass blazing again, and Lewis’ embraced it, breathing through the long push of Ty’s thick shaft that took forever to hit bottom, and then another forever to pull out until the head was all that remained inside him, before Ty slammed into him, starting the whole movement all over again.
Ty took Lewis apart, and turned him out, striking his gland directly for a few strokes, then deliberately twisting his hips to graze along the edges, dragging a low groan of frustration from Lewis. The whole time, the hand not being used for leverage was dancing across Lewis’ skin, nails dragging at his nipple then down his side, palm in a long stroke up his spine, then positioned between his shoulder blades to firmly shove him down another inch so Ty could gain greater advantage. Lewis’ throat burned from his shouts, and Ty met each with guttural responses, giving him filthy promise after promise, and all Lewis could think was “Please, God. Please.”
“I got you, baby.” Ty grunted and turned up the speed another notch. “I got you both.”
Crissy lifted and bent her knees to cradle Lewis’ hips, her pelvis angled so he went deeper, the violence of Ty’s thrusts causing their flesh to slap together, creating the perfect percussion. Lewis dipped his neck and kissed her, biting her bottom lip before he released and sucked it hard, tongue fucking her mouth. “Ty,” she cried, then “Lewis, Ty.”
“Awww, there she goes, Ty baby.” She clenched around him, legs quivering as she gripped tight to him, holding on. “We got us a Lewty.” She keened, high and shrill, sounding desperate as she lifted her hands to the top of her head, fingers twisting in her own hair. “Fuck yeah, doll. Take yours.” She rolled under him, hips and belly and back joining into a dance that drove him wild, and Lewis knew he was done for. “Comin’, baby. Comin’ so fuckin’ hard.” His hips stuttered, jittering back and forth as if undecided, then his body took over and stiffened, driving deep as the end of his cock exploded, heat and the tightness of her sheath drawing his orgasm out long and hard. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, forehead dropping to her shoulder. “Comin’ so hard.”
Pulses of heat filled him as Ty lurched in place, hips still pistoning fast. Ty’s hand dropped from Lewis’ shoulder to his hip, tight grip of his fingers now certain to leave marks, and Lewis knew he’d look at them every day until they faded, loving the way they made him feel. Possessed, and owned, and loved. Ty’s chest hit his back, sweat-slick skin sliding easily, then his teeth were worrying at the flesh over his shoulder blade, Ty latching on hard through a yell that sounded so proud and victorious it made Lewis preen all over again. “Fuck me, Lewis. So good, baby. You’re so good.”
“We’re good,” Crissy slurred the words, sounding half asleep already. “Cleanup in aisle three.”
Ty laughed, and Lewis felt it, felt the roll of the music as it pushed through him, rattling against the overworked nerves of his a
ss.
“So fucking good,” Ty grunted, his arms bracketing Lewis, biceps trembling with the strain as he pushed himself up.
“Well, you’re so good at fucking.” Lewis waited and was rewarded by another laugh. Ty slid slowly from his ass, and Lewis smiled down at Crissy as he felt lips trail down his back, pressing into first one cheek, then the other. “What’s that for?”
“That sweet, sweet ass.” Ty flung himself to the mattress beside Crissy, tipping her face towards him with a fingertip on her cheek, tracing along the curve of her jaw. “You are amazing, sweetheart.” He looked up at Lewis, then shifted to the side, creating space. “Get down here, baby. We needa nap before round two.”
Chapter Eight
Lewis
Ace was waiting for him when Po’Boy walked through the door. To be expected, since he’d called ahead of time and set up this conversation. Wrench knew in some vague way that Po’Boy planned on chatting with the current CoBos president, but his fella didn’t know it was today, something Po’Boy knew he’d pay for later. Maybe Ty’ll take it outta my ass. He didn’t try to stifle the smirk that chased across his lips, keeping secrets from the man in front of him who wouldn’t have any idea what it was for.
“Po’Boy,” Ace called, standing and reaching for Po’Boy’s outstretched hand. “Welcome. Want a beer?” Without waiting on a response, Ace called across the room. “Bring two cold ones to the office.” Turning back to Po’Boy, he said, “Walk with me.”
Ace opened the office door and led the way, giving Po’Boy a chance to look around. The table was etched with the Caddo Hobos patch, looking to have been carved into the wood with pocket knives, faint blade marks still apparent along the edges. Legend had it the founders threw an epic party and one member began the process, which continued for days as each patch brother laid a blade to the table used for church. A lasting way to score their mark on the club they loved. The walls held a flag of the club’s colors, an American flag, and a POW flag. Everything as expected. What was surprising was the video conference set-up on a side table and a wall-mounted TV.
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