“More…” Magnus growled. “Fuck me, Trey. Now.”
He smacked Magnus’s ass firmly. “I say when I fuck you.”
Magnus grunted; Trey grinned and looked at Ava. She was smiling, clearly amused. Trey was looking at her when she noticed the tube of lubricant sitting on the bed.
She reached for it, then looked up at Trey. “Can I help?”
He had no idea what she was offering, but he nodded. Whatever it was, he wanted to see it.
“A little or a lot?”
“A generous amount,” he answered.
She squeezed a quarter size drop in her hand and then lifted it for him to see.
Christ, she was so fucking cute. This woman’s innocence and curiosity turned him on in a way he’d never experienced.
“A little more,” he said simply because he wanted to watch her add more.
She did, then began spreading it over her fingers and her palm, coating one hand.
Trey was expecting she would want to lube Magnus, so he was startled when she reached for Trey’s cock. He hissed, the sensation overwhelming to the point he felt electricity arc down his spine. She began stroking his length, generously coating every inch of him while driving him out of his ever-loving mind.
He grunted as he pumped his hips. Her touch was far too light to get him off, but damn did it feel fucking amazing. He liked how small her hand was, how gentle her grip. Unlike Magnus, who knew exactly what Trey needed to get off, Ava’s goal was to pleasure and tease.
“Is that good?” She released him, and the coy smile on her face made Trey grin.
“Perfect.”
Without warning Magnus, Trey pulled his fingers out and guided his cock home. He couldn’t count how many times he’d fucked this man, but it was always like the first time. It was as though Magnus had been made just for him. Trey admired the way his hole stretched beautifully around him. Once the head of his dick breached the ring, he drove in deep, slamming his hips forward. He retreated slowly, then sank into the blistering-hot depths of Magnus’s body again, a grunt escaping as he did.
“God, that’s hot.”
Trey’s eyes snapped over to see Ava watching as he impaled Magnus. He wasn’t gentle because he didn’t have to be. Magnus had long ago shown Trey what he preferred, and being fucked hard and rough was their pace of choice.
He stepped in closer, shortening his thrusts as he pulled Magnus’s hips back. He drove into him, watching the play of muscles in Magnus’s back and shoulders, the way he fisted the blankets. His muted grunts and pleas for “harder” and “more” spurred Trey on. For a brief moment, Ava faded from the equation because Magnus was the only one Trey could focus on.
“Are you gonna come for me?” Trey barked.
“Harder,” Magnus grunted as he turned his head to the side, lifting one knee onto the bed, changing the angle of penetration, opening himself more.
Trey’s eyes crossed from the pleasure, but he kept slamming his hips forward, unable to stop. He was so fucking close. Dangerously close. It would’ve been easy to give in, but he wanted Magnus to come first. Hell, he insisted on it.
“Oh, Jesus,” Magnus growled softly. “Trey … fuck me … so good … never stop.”
Trey’s chest tightened with the request. He knew what Magnus was requesting, and in that moment, for those few seconds, he wanted to promise he would never stop. He wanted to promise he would be there to fuck him every day for the rest of their lives. Unfortunately, Trey wasn’t there yet. He wasn’t sure he could commit to this, no matter how good it felt when Ava touched him. There were too many variables and too many unknowns for Trey to trust that this would work for them. Being willing to try was his only option.
Still, he wanted to reassure Magnus in some way. Something he’d never done before. He mumbled, “Never,” hoping that lie wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass.
Magnus drove his hips back, taking Trey to the root. A garbled groan escaped him as his body clamped down on Trey’s cock.
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming,” Magnus cried on a strangled moan.
The mind-numbing friction tipped Trey right over the edge. He slammed his hips forward and came with Magnus’s name on his lips.
***
Magnus wasn’t sure how he made itthrough the shower. Although he’d remained in bed long enough for Trey to shower first, his legs were so damn weak he wondered how they hadn’t given out on him. Never had he been this sated from sex. Between last night and this morning, he’d been fucked by Ava and Trey and suspected he would be riding this high for some time. At least, he hoped he would.
