Page 6 of Pretty Boy

“You’ve got a what, baby?” Ezra asked. Spencer moved to my other nipple, scraping his teeth over that one, and my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head. Shit.

Strong fingers gripped my chin and yanked my head around. My heavy-lidded eyes met Ezra’s. He smirked and pressed his thumb to my lips. I parted them, sucking his thumb into my mouth, our eyes locked.

“I asked you a question.”

“Hm?” I could barely goddamn think. Spencer was driving me nuts. My nipples were always so fucking sensitive, and our man knew how to fucking play me.

“Tell me what you were going to say,” Ezra commanded, his voice dropping an octave. I groaned. Hearing Ezra get all commanding never failed to turn me into his own personal slut. I was a cocky son of a bitch who liked to run his mouth, but the moment Ezra hit me with that voice, all low and throaty and demanding, I turned into putty.

“I want to ride Spencer,” I rasped around his thumb. His eyes darkened when I swirled my tongue around the digit. “And I want to choke on your dick.” My eyes flickered to the bulge in his sweatpants, giving it a pointed look.

“Say less,” Spencer muttered before removing his lips from my skin. I groaned at the loss, but then, he was gently pushing me off his lap. I started to protest, but when I saw him stripping out his pajama pants and his t-shirt, my complaints died before they ever left my lips.

“Come on then, baby. You can’t get what you want if you’re sitting there dressed,” Ezra teased, hooking his thumbs into the band of his sweats before shoving them down his thighs. His cock hung heavy and hard between his legs, a bead of precum beading on the tip.

My mouth salivated. Fuck, I was desperate.

I quickly shucked my pants, then snatched the lube off the nightstand. I should have still been loose enough from the night before. Sure, it would hurt a little to take Spencer with no prep, but I knew every bit of discomfort would be worth the end result.

“Shit,” Spencer hissed when I slicked his cock with the lube. He dropped to lay back flat on the bed.

“Shit is right, pretty boy,” I growled as I tossed the lube aside.

Moving over him, I gripped the base of his cock. His hands landed on my hips, and his fingertips dug into my hips as I began to lower myself on him.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Spencer moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. He swallowed thickly before licking his lips and forcing his eyes back on me. “You’re so tight.” His fingers spasmed on my hips.

“Yeah, pretty boy?” I taunted through gritted teeth. Having him stretch me stung, but not as bad as I thought it would be. “Christ, you fill me so fucking good.”

“Less talking,” Ezra snarled before pressing his fingers into my cheeks and prying my mouth open. I stuck my tongue out, and he slapped his cock on my tongue three times before sliding inside at the same time I finally got Spencer all the way inside me. I moaned, my cock leaking all over Spencer’s belly.

“You’ve gotta move,” Spencer groaned. “Logan, please.”

His wish was my command.

I rolled my hips, and my eyelids fluttered closed as I began to suck Ezra’s cock like the greedy bastard I was. Spencer moaned, his grip tightening on my hips as he fucked up into me in time with my thrusts. Ezra’s fingers slid into my hair, and he tugged on the strands, angling my head the way he wanted before he took over, thrusting into my throat like I was nothing more than his own personal cock sleeve.

This was my happy place. Right here with my men. They were the only people I could ever be this vulnerable with. Because even in this moment, when to anyone else it might seem like they were just using me and mistreating me, using me like a toy, I knew the truth.

Even in this moment, when we were high off the rush of being together, they were taking care of me. They were watching for any sign I was triggered, even now, years later. The proof of how much they loved me was in the way they watched me and the way they held me.

“Look at him, baby.” I pried open my eyes to find Ezra looking at Spencer. I glanced over, moaning at the sight of him. He was so close. His head was thrown back, his face flushed. I did that thing with my hips he liked so much, and he came apart, crying out my name.

I gripped my own aching cock and slid my fist over myself a couple of times, my jaw falling slack as I found my own release. Ezra cursed and pulled my head forward, burying my face in his pubes as he shoved his cock down my throat. His cock pulsed, and his hot seed filled my throat.

When he pulled me off, I gasped in a breath, then fell to the bed to lay beside Spencer. Immediately, he rolled into my arms, tucking his face against my chest. I was leaking his cum all over my ass and the bed, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t sure if I could stand, much less walk to the bathroom to clean up.

“Feel better now?” Ezra asked as he laid down behind Spencer. His arm banded over both of us, coming to rest on my lower back.

I nodded. “Yeah,” I croaked. Shit, my throat was fucking wrecked. “Sorry for being such a fucking mess.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Spencer grumbled, his voice muffled by my chest. I laughed softly. “You’re human, and you’ve been through a lot. If you didn’t feel safe opening up to us, this marriage would never work.”

I kissed the top of his head. “I love you, pretty boy.”

I felt his smile against my chest, and my heart skipped a beat. “I love you, too,” he said around a yawn.

Ezra rested his chin on Spencer’s head and pressed his lips to mine. Neither of us said a word, but we didn’t need to. Ezra and I were sometimes just fine being like this and letting the intimacy of the moment speak for us.