Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Maddox’s eyes were glassy and his breath came in harsh pants. Yeah, he was into this. One of his hands was fisted against his groin.
Ben nodded at it. “Go on. Give yourself some breathing room.”
Maddox drew in a shaky breath, but he complied, unzipping his fly. He didn’t move to withdraw his cock, but that was okay. Baby steps.
Canaan leaned back against Ben, arching his spine as he tipped his head back for another kiss. The leather was cool against Ben’s back while Canaan was fire under his palms. Deliberately running his hands in broad strokes up and down Canaan’s lean body, Ben showed him off to Maddox. Remembering that the other guy liked a bold touch, he pinched his flat nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
“Oh fuck yes.” Canaan wasn’t one to be quiet, which Ben very much enjoyed as he tormented the sensitive nubs.
Across from them, Maddox’s big hand rubbed a circle on his chest. Ben doubted that he was even aware of what he was doing, which made it all the sexier.
“Touch my cock,” Canaan moaned. “Please.”
His cock was leaking a copious amount of precome, and on a different night, Ben would have been curious to see if he could get him off with nipple play alone. But right now he was all about what would make the best show.
“Should I?” He winked at Maddox, who hesitated then nodded sharply. “Should I get him off fast or make him work for it?”
“You guys are evil.” Canaan’s voice had no real ire to it.
“Work for it.” Maddox’s voice was a hoarse whisper. “But not too hard.”
Of course, Maddox, gentle giant that he was, wouldn’t want Ben being too mean or aggressive. Luckily, Ben could totally work with the vibe of teasing both Canaan and Maddox without being cruel. He palmed Canaan’s cock, working the slick fluid all around with his fingertips, light strokes designed to make him wiggle and writhe.
“Please.” And beg. Begging was good.
Ben started a slow, steady stroke, linking eyes with Maddox to determine how fast to go. Maddox nodded and licked his lips. Okay, faster it was. Then Maddox and Canaan moaned at the same moment and Ben slowed way the hell down. He continued like that for long moments, stroking and slowing, building and retreating. Canaan’s head fell back against Ben’s shoulder, hair silky and soft against his bare skin.
“Please. Oh fuck. Please, I need to come.”
“Do you?” Ben laughed as if he had all the time in the world. “I’ll get you there, babe.”
“Now.” That voice was Maddox’s, not Canaan’s. He was breathing hard, eyes never leaving the pair of them. “Do it. Get him there.”
Ben sped up his hand, powerless to deny Maddox’s request. Canaan bucked on his lap, ass rocking hard into Ben’s erection. Ducking his head, Ben bit lightly at his shoulder. “Come for us, gorgeous.”
He used his free hand to tweak Canaan’s nipple, and that made him shout. “Ungh. God, here it comes.”
“Yeah.” Maddox’s voice was a dirty whisper from across the room that Ben felt all the way to his balls.
Canaan came all over Ben’s fist and his own stomach, long ropey white streams as his whole body shuddered. Ben kissed Canaan softly.
“You did good,” he whispered before glancing over at Maddox, whose breathing sounded like a helicopter about to lift off. He wasn’t touching himself, but his face was flushed and there was a damp spot on his jeans.
Ben used his T-shirt to clean his hand and Canaan’s stomach. Tapping his slim shoulder, he nodded in the direction of Maddox. “Go.”
“Oh fuck yeah.” Canaan crawled over to Maddox’s chair, whether because he didn’t trust his legs to stand or for expediency, Ben wasn’t sure, but the sight was hot as fuck. He’d sent Canaan in part because he wanted to watch this, but also because he wasn’t sure he trusted himself to be the one to touch Maddox.
“This good?” Canaan reached for Maddox’s fly. “I wanna suck you off.”
“He’s good at it. Let him.” Needing to be closer, Ben left the couch to stand behind Maddox’s chair.
“Yeah.” Maddox’s voice was unsteady, but his nod was unmistakable.
With eager hands, Canaan pulled Maddox’s cock out. No surprise that he was big and thick all over, but the sight still made Ben’s mouth water.
“Let him make you feel good,” he whispered in Maddox’s ear as Canaan teased his tip with little flicks of his tongue. And yes, Ben knew exactly how good that felt, and he had to hold back his own moan.
“Take more,” he ordered Canaan, who complied with a needy sound, swallowing Maddox’s thick cock.
“Not gonna last,” Maddox warned.
“That’s okay.” Unable to resist any longer, Ben stroked his hands down Maddox’s chest, kept his lips right against his neck. It would be unbelievably easy to kiss him from this angle, but something held him back, something he refused to examine. Instead, he licked at the stubbly skin as he urged Maddox on. “Do it. Give him that big cock.”