“Hold yourself open for me,” he commanded.
Atticus grabbed his ass, spreading his cheeks, his face and chest pressed against the mattress.
“Don’t move.”
Slade hurried to the bag he’d stashed on the far side of the room. He grabbed a small travel packet of lube and a condom. He’d failed Atticus last time, but he wouldn’t again. If the man was willing to go without latex, he could tell him. Until then…
“Slade…”
He dragged his hand over Atticus’s spine from his neck to his ass, admiring the tiny, puckered hole that was practically begging him to fill it. He quickly covered himself and lubed his cock before pressing the sensitive head against Atticus’s eager hole.
“All of me,” Slade warned as he pushed in as deep as possible on the first thrust.
Atticus grunted.
“God, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” Slade hissed.
He felt so damn good. Even better when Slade began pumping his hips, fucking him hard, deep, fast. He didn’t let up, driving them both to that pinnacle. Atticus’s soft moans echoed in the room, and he briefly wondered how well the walls were insulated. Then he realized he didn’t give a fuck.
This was the only place he wanted to be, and he didn’t care who heard them.
***
Trey heard someone moaning in the roomnext to theirs.
He planted his hand on the top of Magnus’s head, forcing him to pause with Trey’s cock in his throat.
“Is that…?”
Magnus lifted his head. “Sounds like Slade.”
Yes, it did. But who the hell was he with?
Trey knew it was wrong, but he listened for a moment. Right up until he realized Magnus was grinning up at him.
“Put your mouth on my dick,” Trey instructed, guiding him back down.
Magnus chuckled but did as he was told, engulfing Trey’s dick with his wicked mouth.
A soft, repetitious thud joined the cacophony, confirming that, yes, Slade was in there with someone. Trey honestly couldn’t imagine who it was. Had he snuck a woman in?
The words were muted through the wall, and Trey tried to tune them out, focusing on the exquisite suction of Magnus’s mouth.
“Oh, fuck … Atticus!”
Trey stopped Magnus again as Slade’s deep voice echoed in the other room, penetrating the thin wall that separated them.
Magnus lifted his head again. “Atticus and Slade? Seriously?”
Trey shrugged. He honestly hadn’t realized that Slade was gay. Of course, he recalled rumors about Slade’s trysts with his ex-wife back in the day, but he’d never paid too much attention. In Coyote Ridge, you never knew what was true or simply made up to get the grapevine churning.
Magnus took advantage of Trey’s distraction, crawling forward, straddling Trey’s thighs.
“Let me ride you,” Magnus whispered as he kissed his way up Trey’s chest.
What the hell was he gonna say? No? Not in this lifetime.
Trey remained still, allowing Magnus to use him however he wanted. As he sank down on Trey’s cock, it took everything in him not to cry out from the pleasure of it. He bit his lower lip, holding back the groan as Magnus began fucking him, bouncing up and down on his cock.
