Page 61 of Fourplay & Fatalities

Zane climbed between Asa and Avi, then sat back on his knees.

Felix frowned.

Had he changed his mind?

Before Felix could vocalize his concerns—before he could remind him that he could back out at any time—Zane turned back and snagged the lube off the bed, wetting both his hands and wrapping them around both men, jerking them hard and fast until they were both groaning.

Felix bit down on his lip to keep from laughing at how easily the two men became pliant in Zane’s fists.

“Enough, Lois,” Asa chastised.

Zane slow-blinked at him, giving him that dreamy smile that said he was still deeply in subspace.

Felix slowly stroked his own cock as he watched Zane throw a leg over Avi’s hips, then hover over his length, pressing the head against his hole but not sinking down.

After about thirty seconds, it dawned on Felix that Zane was waiting for him.

He bit back a smile, climbing up the bed, using the excess lube on his fingers to slick his own entrance before settling over Asa’s lap.

Felix shivered.

Now that he was there—now that they were there—Felix watched Asa with just the slightest bit of trepidation.

“Scared, kitten?” Asa taunted, arching a brow like a challenge.

Felix forced himself to scoff, but his heart rate tripled under Asa’s scrutiny.

“Go for it, Zaney,” Felix murmured, a second before he sank down on Asa’s cock, not stopping until he bottomed out.

There was a gasp, then a debauched moan from beside him.

Felix glanced over at Zane, who had his head thrown back, fully seated on Avi’s length.

When he saw them all watching him, he blushed, then giggled. “You guys really are identical.”

Felix grinned. He was right. Asa was the same length, the same thickness. But unlike Avi, Asa watched Felix like a predator, his hands squeezing Felix’s hips painfully to bring his attention back where it belonged.

“Move,” Asa growled, smacking Felix’s ass with just enough force to sting.

Felix bit back a moan, then rolled his hips a few times, just getting used to being full again. When it looked like Asa’s patience was wearing thin, he raised up until only the tip was inside him, then dropped back down, smirking when Asa grunted.

When Asa caught Felix’s smug look, his hand came down on his ass once more, much harder this time, the crack of skin on skin loud even over Zane’s pitiful whimpers and Avi’s whispered praises beside him.

Normally, when Felix rode Avi, it was slow, sensual. Lots of kissing, lots of eye contact, lots of Avi teasing Felix for getting tired so quickly.

This was something else altogether.

Asa gripped Felix’s wrists and pinned them behind his back with one hand, pressing the heel of his other palm to Felix’s abdomen, just beneath his belly button.

Felix groaned at the painful pressure, knowing Asa could feel himself inside him.

The way Asa watched him stirred something inside Felix. Some weird need to please.

He started a rhythm, taking Asa so deep it was like he was buried in his throat. Asa continued to study him, his expression giving away nothing, that reptilian gaze making Felix’s core tighten.

Felix’s thighs were already tired, but he didn’t dare say so, not with the way Asa watched him.

But Asa knew. “Come on, kitty. I think you can do better than that,” he taunted. When Felix whined, he tilted his head, examining him for what felt like forever before barking, “Keep your wrists behind your back.”