“God, you’re such an asshole,” I grit out through clenched teeth, but that only draws a quiet, throaty laugh from him.
“When you come… I want it to be in Beau’s tight little ass. Show him the consequences of running his mouth.” As if excited by this, Beau moans and grunts on West’s cock, and when West pulls back, Beau lets out a shaky whimper.
He’s always been a needy bastard, and I won't pretend that I don't love how desperate he is for us.
“Lube,” West says, nodding in the direction of the bedside table. I move, reaching for the bottle before settling in the spot behind Beau, who's still on all fours. I couldn’t fight my smirk if you paid me. “You want Haze to fuck your ass, pretty boy?” West says, his deep, commanding voice making my balls throb.
I need to fucking come.
“You know I do,” Beau says, and I can hear the excitement in his voice as I palm the globes of his ass, aching to feel his perfect, soft skin against mine.
“Good. Tell Haze how you want it, baby,” West says, and I look over at him, a little shocked that he’s letting Beau have any sort of a say in the matter. Maybe the weight of what we discussed earlier has softened him up a little, because that’s not usually how it goes where sex is concerned.
“I want you to fuck me, Hazey. I want you to fill my ass with your dripping, hot cum,” Beau teases, practically begging, and I swear I almost combust. I love it when he talks dirty to me.
“You want me to own your perfect ass, baby?” I say as I remove the cap from the bottle of lube and squirt a fair amount into my palm.
“You already own me, Haze. You own all of me. You both do. There is no fucking part of me that isn’t yours, you got that? Now fuck me before I die.”
“You heard the man,” West says, one brow raised, clearly enjoying the way this little dynamic is playing out. Positioning myself closer to Beau, I gently stroke my erection, fully coating it in lube and then slowly circle his entrance with my free hand.
“I need to get you nice and ready for me, baby,” I murmur, but I also want to tease him a little. I slowly guide my finger inside, loving the way he clenches around me, but he knows as well as I do that he needs to relax. Beau lets out a deep moan as I start to finger his ass, squirting on a little more lube before adding another.
“Ffuuck, Haze! Just like that, baby,” he groans, his body shuddering as I start to pump my fingers in and out of his tight little hole. Fuck, this man is delicious.
“You like that? You like the way his fingers feel… buried knuckle deep inside you, pretty boy?” West says, and my cock aches with how hot he looks, leaning over Beau and stroking himself as he stares at the place where Beau and I are connected.
“Yes. I need it. Please don’t make me wait. Haze. Fuck me.” I’m already moving. I lean down and press a soft kiss to his shoulder, then straighten. I grip my slippery dick, stroking it a couple of times before aiming the head between his ass cheeks, gliding it across his sensitive spot, eager to give him what he wants. What we all want. I spread his thighs apart a little more with my knee, and he relaxes, opening up for me as his body slackens. I thrust the tip of my cock inside with a gentle push, and I swear to fucking God, I see stars. He feels so good, clenching around my cock as his body trembles beneath me. Igrip his ass cheeks, digging my fingers into his flesh, claiming him just the way he likes it.
“You…” I breathe out, needing to convey just how good this feels with him, but the words get caught in my throat as I relish in the sheer pleasure he gives me as I start to pump in and out of him. Our breathing grows rampant, and I open my eyes, not realizing that I had closed them, and look up to see Beau licking and sucking West’s dick. I am a fucking goner for them.
It’s them, and me.
“Your hot mouth feels so good sucking daddy’s cock, baby,” West praises, and Beau clenches on my dick with each gravelly word, pulling us deeper into the tantalizing fire burning between us. I lean in until my chest presses hard against Beau’s back, feeling the rigid strength of him against my skin. West holds out a hand and tilts my chin up to face him, his searing gaze unrelenting as I lose myself in his fiery blue depths. His thumb slides against my lips and I part them instinctively, closing my mouth around it. I suck him in, wet and more than eager, tasting him. The pressure of his thumb against my tongue has me sucking it deeper into my mouth, and the edges of my sight start to blur. Beau mewls and moans as he sucks West’s dick, and I pump my hips, fucking into him harder, our bodies a mess of slick sweat and skin as we move together as one. Desire crashes through us, so fucking consuming, each frantic movement growing wilder, and wilder as we carry each other over the edge, chasing the release we’ve been denying ourselves for far too long. I pop off West’s thumb, settling back into position, allowing me the room to show Beau just how crazy he makes me feel when we fuck. Every inch of me is humming with fire as I watch Beau come undone.
“Ah! Right there. Beau, you’re so fucking beautiful like this. Squeezing my cock so good.” My breaths are past the point of labored, and I’m not even sure he can make sense of what I’msaying as I frantically buck into him. “I need to come, baby. West. Please let me come!” I’m fucking begging right now but I don’t care. As much as I need release, I need to know that they’re right there with me.
“Come, Haze. Fill him. Coat his fucking ass with your cum, baby.” He doesn’t need to tell me twice. Our bodies tremble, each of us gasping as we come alive.
“I’m there, baby!” I shout, staring into West’s heated gaze, surrendering myself to the hunger swirling within them. The mesmerizing sound of skin slapping skin, our deep, breathy moans lighting each other up and pushing us higher until we all let go. We don’t just fall, we fucking catapult over the edge together, and my every nerve ending ignites as our movements begin to slow, until we collapse in a heap of limbs and bliss, tangled together and utterly spent.
We lie there, chests rising and falling with each moment that passes. Beau’s head rests against my shoulder, gently stroking my side, his touch warm and soft. West presses into my back, his solid frame comforting, every inch of him radiating strength. Even if he let go of his usual control. I trail my fingers through Beau’s hair, loose from the bun he wore earlier, tangling in the strands as I lean into him. He hums softly and it vibrates through my chest as we settle into each other's warmth and intimacy. I don’t know how much time passes, but I startle when West shifts, getting off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. He returns moments later with a washcloth and kneels beside Beau. I watch as his fingers gently wipe Beau clean, tracing the contours of his inked skin with slow, gentle strokes. Beau closes his eyes, leaning into West’s touch, a soft, contented exhale escaping his spent body.
“Why don’t you get some sleep, Beau?” I whisper, loving how tired and cute he looks in the afterglow every time we fuck.
“Oh no. That’s not happening. I have a whole evening planned.” His eyes widen, and he rises from the bed, chest still gleaming with sweat as he walks to the bathroom. The corner of my lips tilts to a victorious smirk at the slight limp he has, and the rose petals digging into his skin, falling off with each step. I lean back against the pillows and close my eyes just as West settles in beside me.
“I could stay here like this forever, you know,” I whisper, my voice soft and almost breathless.
I’m so fucking tired.
West reaches for me, snaking an arm around my body and pulling me closer to him. His lips brush against the curve of my neck, pressing a gentle kiss against my skin.
Maybe this damn cruise isn’t so bad, after all.
CHAPTER 6
BEAU
