Behind me, Ezra’s lips travel lower, leaving a trail of kisses down my spine. Bubba has one hand on my hip, and Ez claims the other, holding me for support as he sinks to his knees. My underwear comes off in the shuffle, and I’m standing stark naked in front of them. Breaking the kiss with Bubba, I twist my waist and stare down at Ezra, my heart racing when I see the sheer look of adoration in his eyes as he stares at my ass. I know Ezra’s kind of obsessed with it, but seeing him this way, watching him come undone like he’s trying to break free from his skin, makes me realize just how much he wants this. Wants me.
He takes my ass in his hands and presses a tender kiss to each cheek. He spreads my cheeks, and a cool gust of air from the AC hits my hole, making me shiver.
“Hello, Harry,” he whispers to what I can only assume is my asshole.
“Harry?”
He nods. “Harry Hole. He’s a good man.”
I blink at him. “Did you just name my asshole?”
“I did, and now that I have, you can’t unname him. It’ll make him real sad.” Moving even closer, he opens his mouth, and Bubba braces me, probably knowing what’s coming next. I don’t, so I’m taken by surprise when he drags his tongue across my asshole.
“Holy fuckin’ Christ, what the hell was that?” I groan, having to close my eyes and take a deep breath so I don’t blow my load right here, right now. My knees are shaking, but Bubba’s holding me steady.
“You taste so fucking good, Johnny. I could live back here. I’ll just bring a book to keep me company. Snuggle up next to it. Give it a bunch of night-night kisses.” His fingers dig deeper into my thigh, stinging like a motherfucker, but I think I like the pain. It reminds me where I am. Who I’m with. Ezra gives it another lick before growling, “Arch that fucking back, Jonathan.” I’m not sure where his feral side came from, but I can’t say it isn’t doing things to me. Ez wants me to arch my back, so I arch that fuckin’ back. “God, yes.”
“That’s it,” Bubba encourages him. “Show Johnny how much you love him, baby.”
Ezra stares up at Bubba like he just slapped him. “Absolutely not. We’ve been dating for like a week, tops. It’s far too soon to bust out the L word.”
“I watched The L Word,” Bubba says, curling his fingers around my cock and stroking it slowly. “Jennifer Beals can fuckin’ get it.”
Behind me, Ezra growls, and Bubba gives me a sneaky wink, like we’re in on some master plan together or something. “I wouldn’t fuck her character, because she’s a lesbian, and I think straight men who get off on the idea of breaking a lesbian and turning her straight is homophobic, but Jennifer herself? Fuck, yeah.”
“Bubs,” Ezra warns. “If you ever bring up Jennifer Beals in my presence again, I’ll cut your fucking heart out and wear it on a chain.”
To my surprise, Bubba silences Ez by placing his hand on the back of his head and shoving him face-first into my asshole, returning our boy where he belongs. Ezra doesn’t object, returning to the task at hand by licking hungrily at my entrance.
Entrance?
Taking me by surprise, Ezra shoves his tongue against my hole again, and he breaches the rim this time, making me cry out, “Holy fuckin’ shit,” at the top of my lungs as he slips deeper inside. When I’m able to look up at Bubba without moaning obscenely in his face, he’s peeking over my shoulder, smiling proudly at Ezra. “Baby?”
He breaks the hold Ezra has on him and looks me in the eyes. “Yeah, Johnny Boy?”
“He’s fuckin’ me with his tongue.” My voice is drenched in disbelief, because I’ve never done anything like this with anyone else. No one has ever jackhammered my hole with their tongue before, and here comes Ezra, acting like it’s his lot in life. I roll my hips, matching the movement of his tongue, trying to get him deeper, because I think I want to swallow him whole. He could just live inside me like one of them agoraphobic people who don’t leave their house for twenty years. He can stay inside, warm and safe. We both know it’s squeaky clean in there, so he’d be comfortable.
His tongue fucks in and out of me at a brutal pace, and with Ezra’s thrusts matching the speed of Bubba’s hand as he pumps my cock, I’m already close. Bubba’s got his lips against my neck, sucking on me like he’s trying to leave a mark. Good. I want him to. God help me, I want him to bruise and blister my skin so everyone we ever see will know who I belong to. Who I’ve always belonged to.
“Yours,” I grunt, fucking his fist as Ezra fucks me with his tongue. God. I want more of Ez, want to feel him even more. “Yours, Bubba. Yours, Ez.”
“Ours,” they say, and it kind of sounds like they’re singing a song.
“I don’t know if I can hold it.” My knees give out on me, but Bubba catches me before I fall, the same way he always does. Since I’m basically boneless in his arms, I’ve lost all control of my body, so I can’t thrust into his fist anymore.
“Alright, Ezzy,” Bubba says, his voice soft like cashmere. “Let’s give our boy a break before he busts.” He kisses me again, softer this time. “We’re just getting started.”
Ezra whines, and his tongue slowly slips from inside me. I like the way he feels going in, but I don’t care for the sensation of him leaving, because I want him to stay inside forever.
“Ezra,” I moan. “You felt so fuckin’ good inside me.”
“I bet he did,” Bubba says, lifting me up and carrying me to our bed. Bubba sets me down, slap-dab in the center, and I lie on my back, propping myself up with my elbows, and stare at them as they stare hungrily at me. I place my feet on the edge of the bed, exposing my cheeks and hole, because I know they like to look at it. Bubba sucks in a sharp breath. “I bet he’s got something that would feel even better inside you.”
I blink a few times, trying to make sense of his words, but they don’t make much sense at all. “A toy?”
Bubba smirks at Ezra “The size of a toy, maybe.”
“Fuck off,” Ezra whispers, staring at my ass like it’s a four-course meal. “I don’t know if I can.”
