Page 64 of Driven By Impulse

But fuck it, if he only got one more night in the mountains, he was going to enjoy every second.

He watched as Ash tossed Hanna to the bed then stepped up behind his best friend, stealing the touches he had been craving for longer than he wanted to admit. He kissed along Ash’s jaw, down his throat, along his shoulder, and pressed his own throbbing cock against Ash’s tight cheeks, just so there was no question of what he needed, what they did to him.

“So beautiful…” Hanna murmured, pushing up in bed to watch them, and that lit his body to flame, her dark gaze, her wanting them together as much as she wanted them each for herself. Nicco could relate. “Will you kiss each other? For me?”

“Only if you get the rest of your clothes off in the next ten seconds,” Ash teased.

As Hanna scrambled, Ash turned slightly, so their bodies were an interlocking puzzle of hard lines and tight muscles and throbbing cocks. He lifted Nicco’s chin with one strong hand, holding that burning-hot gaze, before guiding their mouths together.

Ash kissed like he rode his Triumph, like the world was his to explore, wind in his hair, leather on his back, the stars above glistening for his enjoyment. He stroked the seam of Nicco’s lips with his tongue and Nicco parted on instinct, letting him in, the harsh touch of masculine lips, the scrape of his stubble, all of them stoking that fire within him higher.

Ash didn’t hold back, not his reactions, not his needs. He shared them all, no fear, groaning into Nicco’s mouth when their tongues clashed and Nicco buried his hand in Ash’s hair. It shouldn’t have been such a fucking turn on to see his dark, tattooed fingers tangled in that gold halo, but fuck it was, a claiming he couldn’t possibly understand, but he felt in his marrow and blood.

Finally, with all the control he had left in his mortal form, Nicco pulled back from the kiss. Ash was so close to him now, dark blue eyes that saw too much, his cock throbbing against Nicco’s thigh.

“Can I taste you?” Nicco murmured, the words slipping out of his mouth before he could stop them, the sudden urge to be on his knees for this man undeniable.

Ash tugged at Nicco’s hair, the bite of pain sending bursts of white-hot pleasure racing down his spine. “What do you think, Cherry? Should I give our little Angel what he wants?”

Hanna’s gaze was somehow darker than Ash’s, a fiery inferno of need and promise. They were both so fearless, willing to jump into the unseen, the unknown, hoping they could fly, and despite everything, Nicco wanted to be as close as he possibly could to all that fearlessness, as close as he could to never being afraid again.

“Don’t be a tease, Ash,” she replied, eyes hooded, lips swollen, looking like sin incarnate. “You know he’ll look so pretty on his knees.”

It did something to Nicco, hearing them talk about him as if he wasn’t there, like he was just their toy for the night, to tease and tempt, and that something, whatever it was, had his cock somehow swelling even more, until he felt ready to burst at the simplest touch.

Ash turned to him then, nipping at Nicco’s jaw and tugging at his hair. “Show me how good you take it, Angel. Show her.”

Nicco couldn’t wait another second, that need to do as he was told somehow taking over every other rational thought in his head, and he dropped to his knees like it was where he was meant to be, benediction at Ash’s altar. He made quick work of Ash’s riding pants, shoving them down until Ash’s hard cock sprang free from golden curls, and Nicco didn’t wait, didn’t tease, just wrapped his mouth around Ash’s hardness and took him deep.

Ash swore, long and guttural, and it pushed Nicco higher, filled him with urgent, insistent lust that tunneled his world to one single point, where his mouth was on Ash and Hanna’s eyes were on them.

“That make you wet, Cherry,” Ash groaned, “seeing how deep he can take me? Press your fingers inside, get ready for his cock.”

Nicco’s cock was harder than steel, just from the way it felt to wrap his lips around hard, masculine need, to taste salt and heat and dripping arousal, and he dragged one hand from Ash’s powerful thigh to the curve of his swollen balls, stroking and sucking along the sensitive tissue there, until Ash yanked his hair, pulling him back.

“So fucking good, Angel,” he murmured, “but I don’t want this to be over just yet. Climb on the bed, show our girl some mercy.”

Nicco pushed to his feet and joined Hanna on the bed, spreading her legs open in a single fluid movement that had her gasping.

He pulled her fingers from her wetness, and wrapped his mouth around the glistening skin, taking his fill of the taste of her. Ash and Hanna mingled on his tongue, a heady combination of heat and need and power, and Nicco knew that he’d remember the taste for the rest of his life.

“You need something more than fingers?” Nicco teased, pressing hot kisses to the inside of her thighs, nipping the soft flesh, needing to mark her as she was marking him. “Something to fill you up, Leone, to stretch you so good.”

“Nic, please…”

He shook his head, focusing on kissing even more of her. “Try again, baby,” he whispered. “We both want to know what you need.”

“I need your cock…” It came out on a whimper, rough and ripped free. “I need you inside me.”

“Are you ready for me?” He slipped one finger into her pussy, and God, it was like tangling with Ash’s hair, like seeing the balance of dark ink and slick need was his way of laying claim, if only for a little while.

“You tell me,” she bit out. Always in battle.

Nicco sank his teeth into her upper thigh, loving the rush of wetness that spilled over his fingers. She needed that same roughness he and Ash did, torn at the edges and never begging for mercy.

Nicco crawled over her, feeling every inch the predator as he quickly slid on a fresh condom and notched himself at her entrance.

“Now, Nic,” she pleaded. “I need you now.”