"Damn straight it is. Get undressed, now," I bark.
We peel our clothes off in record time until we're standing, naked and hard. Jack aims a desperate, hungry gaze at me, his eyes full of a plea he knows I can never resist.
"Fine. You can blow him, but he can't come."
"Yes, sir." Jack drops to his knees and begins mouthfucking Harvey's hardening cock.
"Hi," I whisper as I walk up to Harvey.
He smiles down at me, his face soft despite the rugged lines of it. "Hi."
We start making out while Jack, as always, puts his heart and soul into being the greedy cocksucker he is, slurping away to his heart's content.
Seeing him like this feels right. I’m so thankful the guy in the men's room at the bar didn’t hurt him, and I'm even more grateful it didn’t leave him permanently traumatized. In some weird way, I think Harvey seeing for himself some of the shit we have to deal with brought the three of us closer. We talked about it, and our new friends, especially Bailey, have been super supportive of Jack, and he's worked through it in therapy, too.
All of which makes me think that together, the three of us will be able to handle whatever challenges come our way.
But right now, my hole cannot wait another second. Ineedto feel my men inside me.
I pull out of the kiss and lower myself to Jack, his eyes rolling around like a madman as he gorges on Harvey's massive dick. I drag him off it by his hair, spit on his face the way he loves, and say, "I'm ready."
Jack swallows my spit, a small grin rising on his lips. "Alright. Let's do it."
"Where?" Harvey asks.
"Follow me."
I lead them to the dining room, where a plush white sheepskin rug sits in the center of the floor, unlit candles lining the room.
"When did you do this?" Jack asks.
"This morning. Got up early and snuck over here. The back window wasn’t latched so I let myself in."
"Should we light the candles?" Harvey asks, scratching his lower abdomen, which makes his steel rod bounce and my eyes water.
"Fuck the fucking candles. If you guys don't fucking fuck me right fucking now I'll go out of my fucking mind."
Harvey and Jack exchange a look.
"I'm getting the vibe our Zakky is a little needy," Harvey teases.
"Uggggh!" I drop the lube onto the wooden floor and lower myself onto the rug on my back, legs up.
"Mmm, so needy," Jack says, eyeing me with hunger blazing in his eyes. "Haven't seen this side of you in a very long time."
Thankfully, they stop teasing and both crouch down next to me. Harvey opens the bottle of lube and drizzles some over Jack's fingers then his own. With an exasperated exhale, I surrender to my men as they get to work, appeasing my insatiable hunger one finger at a time.
"I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready," I pant needily as they gape me out, with three fingers from each of their hands pressing me wide open.
"I think he's ready," Jack says solemnly to Harvey, which elicits a hearty chuckle out of him. "Think you might be right. How would you like to do this, Zak?"
"Good thing I have given this a lot of thought." I lower my legs, sit up, and start pointing. "You, over here. You. There."
Jack and Harvey silently obey, lining themselves up just as I intended—sitting facing each other, Jack's long legs draped over the tops of Harvey's thighs, their cocks jutting up into the air close together, just waiting for me to launch myself onto.
"You both comfortable?" I check, and they nod. "I am loving this no-talking thing, by the way."
"We're still a little worried," Harvey says, and something about him speaking on his and Jack's behalf makes something in my chest bloom.
