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CHAPTER SIX

T he bed groans in protest at the added weight of Derreck and Julian, but I don’t have any time to process it. There’s something different in their eyes, something I’ve only seen once before, when I walked in on the three of them fooling around. Hungry in the same way I am, they move to either side of me, two towering walls of muscle that would normally leave me feeling claustrophobic. I sink into the bed, almost embarrassed by all the attention settling onto me, and as a nervous smile spreads across my face, there’s a hand around my good ankle and I’m yanked towards the center of the bed, flat on my back.

“Damn,” I laugh, angling my vision to look back at the two of them. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Derreck says, reaching forward to cup my cheek. I can see the outline of his massive dick against the fabric of his green plaid boxers, but despite his insisting arousal, his touch is tender. There’s no time to cherish it. Not with Sid appearing in the lower third of my vision, knocking my thighs apart. The expression on his face is determined, resolved in his decision to be the first one to fuck.

“Grab the back of your knees,” he instructs. A fleeting thought of disobeying crosses my mind, but there’s plenty of time for that later. Right now, I want to feel full again. I want that slight ache as my body adjusts around him. There’s a gnashing, salivating beast in the pit of my stomach demanding satiation.

“Okay,” I say, following orders. With my hands hooked under my knees, I spread myself for him. My hole practically throbs, beckoning. Classy as ever, Sid lowers his face and spits on it, using the guided head of his cock to spread it around.

“No lube?” I say, intentionally judgmental in my tone.

Julian lets out a chuckle as Sid replies, “Complaining already? That’s bitch behavior if I’ve ever heard it.”

There he is. The asshole that makes my dick stir to life even though I’ve just fired off a load. I’d never fully understood the appeal of this kind of attitude until now. I know he won’t hurt me more than I can take, but more than that, I know I’ll probably come multiple times whenever I think back to this moment.

“ I’m a bitch but you were a male nurse. Yeah, okay…” I mutter, egging him on with shit I don’t mean.

“Boy,” Derreck laughs, taking me by the chin and turning my attention towards him. “You playing with fire.”

“Like I can’t take the hea?—”

I don’t get the last word out before I feel Sid push the head of his cock inside me without warning. A strangle noise catches at the back of my throat, and I close my eyes, everything tensing.

“No,” Sid warns, reaching down to swat me in the face. “Open your eyes, motherfucker.”

It takes effort, but I look up at him, my heart squeezing at the terse expression on his face. He’s handsome at any given moment, but with his eyes ablaze and his brow furrowed, he’s so fucking fine. His hand slides down to my throat, holding me there.

“You look at me when I’m fuckin’ you, you understand. Don’t close your eyes. Don’t look at them. Me. I’m your Daddy when I’ve got my dick inside you.”

“Yes,” I say, nodding. My breath quickens, and I will myself to relax for him.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Another quick, brutal thrust, and he’s buried his cock inside me. That fullness returns in such a welcoming way that I don’t bother tempering the whine of pleasure I let out. Who fucking cares if they hear me in the other cabin. Fuck ‘em. Better yet, let them come watch me. Let them see these three turn me into someone else entirely.

Someone who doesn’t run from new experiences. Who isn’t trapped in his own churning inner turmoil. Someone fun again.

“Not to interrupt, Daddy ,” Julian says, “But is his mouth still fair game?”

“Long as those pretty eyes are still mine,” Sid says, his gaze never once leaving mine.

Fuck, I want to belong to him.

It’s a thought that comes out of nowhere, but it’s from the heart. I’m rock hard again at Sid doling out who gets what part of me, all choice left out of my hands, giving in and given to.

“Bet,” is all Derreck has to say before he shifts on the bed, up to his knees, and fishes his cock from his boxers. I’m tempted to look away, to press my luck, but instead, I stay focused on Sid as he rocks his hips forward and back, a much slower pace than his entrance would’ve insinuated.

I’m greeted with the familiar taste of Derreck’s precum when he inches closer and presses the tip to my lips. It’s an old friend, and so I kiss the head, one on each side, before I open my mouth. Sid’s eyes darken at this, his grip on my waist tightening.

I give him a show, lewdly lapping at Derreck until he’s coated my tongue in stickiness. And because I know he’s a fucking pervert, I let it run down my bottom lip, Derreck’s sweetness trailing down my chin. The hand around my throat squeezes and I groan, shamelessly grinning.

“You can’t leave,” Sid grunts.

“No?” I ask between flicks of my tongue.

“No,” Sid says, shaking his head. “No, you have to stay here. With us.”

Derreck chuckles. “He wants a kept boy.”

Julian surprises me when he says, “Can you blame him?” He’s in my line of sight a moment later, his own erection appearing in my peripheral. “You’re too good of a boy to give up, Jayden.” He runs a hand through my hair and I curl into his touch, seeking out more of it. That praise could make me do anything.

“Am I?”

Sid presses my neck into the bed firmly. “Don’t go fishin’ for compliments.” He quickens his pace, snapping his hips forward with more intent than before. Each stroke makes my stomach clench and my toes curl. I dig my fingertips into the undersides of my legs.

It’s not as easy as it looks in porn. No one talks about the core strength required to lie in this position, get dicked down, and suck two dicks simultaneously. I deserve a medal for this, or at the very least, some head of my own.

I take turns going back and forth between the two of them, fighting to hold back each groan that Sid nearly forces out of me with the snap of his hips. I should’ve known he’d fuck hard, but the bed rattles with each thrust, repetitive and loud. The squeaking of the frame mixes with the sounds of Derreck and Julian’s moans. I’m not one to believe in any kind of afterlife —and this could very well be me being dickmatized—but this is what I imagine Heaven is.

With Derreck’s dick in my mouth, his fat head leaking on my tongue, I look up to see them both staring down at me with faces contorted in pleasure. Derreck has both hands on his hips, rocking at the same pace as Sid, and Julian’s eyebrows are knit in concentration, his own dick bouncing with each pulse.

It’s picture perfect, something straight out of an OnlyFans models’ greatest hits, and it’s hard to believe that I’m here. That Sid is fucking me with this much fervor when he only seemed mildly interested in me whenever Dad would have all his employees over for Super Bowl parties. Julian, always so put together and mild-mannered, now dragging his leaking cock across my face, leaving a sticky trail in his wake.

“There you go, Jay,” Derreck says, grinning before he lets his head fall back. “Keep it up and I’mma end up busting down your throat again.”

I can’t help myself but to remind him, “You didn’t bust down my throat last time.” I press a messy kiss to the head of his dick. “You came all over my face. I barely got to have any of it.”

His smile returns a second later. “Lemme make up for it then. Make him tighter for me, Sid.”

Sidney’s grip around my throat tightens, and my eyes go wider as Derreck begins fucking my throat rather than just letting me suck him off. He places a hand on Julian’s shoulder for stabilization, and soon the bed is creaking even more, him and Sidney building up matching paces. My own cock aches for attention, rock hard even though I rarely stay this aroused when bottoming. I want to touch myself, but I’m too locked in on the others, my fist pumping Julian steadily.

“Fuuuuck,” Derreck groans, his head falling back.

Every noise the three of these men make feels like a reward for me, like the cherry on top of all my hard work. Even Julian’s huffing is satisfying. I can tell he wants to let loose, that he could probably come just by watching this and letting me stroke him, but he’s determined not to tap out yet.

I cough hard, wet around the corners of my mouth as Derreck quickens his speed. Sidney’s pressure makes it slightly more difficult, but my dick still throbs painfully knowing the reason Derreck is enjoying this so much is because Sid’s using me like a toy for him.

“Do it,” Sid grunts, swatting my sensitive dick as he pounds me. “Come down his throat, right down into his belly. Fill him up like the filthy slut he is.” He lowers his tone, addressing me a moment later. “That’s what you are, aren’t you?”

His grip on my throat grows that much tighter, and I can only nod and whimper out a response.

“Yeah, you are,” he chuckles. “A little slut that came all this way out to fuck his way through Daddy’s company. Couldn’t wait to let us ruin each of your holes, over and over again.”

I couldn’t argue with him if I tried. What guy my age hasn’t had something obscene and pornographic like this fill their mind when they’re alone at night? I had my own fair share of similar fantasies, but hadn’t expected, not even for a second, that one of them might come true.

“Look at me, Jay,” Derreck says through grit teeth. I turn back up to him, practically drooling as his dick slides down my throat. My lids are heavy, and it’s a struggle not to lose myself in this euphoria, but like he said the last time I had him in my mouth, I’m a good boy.

Staring at him seems to do the trick, because I see his face contort almost immediately. His massive chest heaves, slick with perspiration, and his hand on Julian’s shoulder has practically turned into a fist. I try not to gag, but something tells me he likes the way my throat vibrates around him as he approaches his climax. Helping him get there, I moan loudly, bobbing my head forward to match his pace until I feel his bush press to my nose.

Suddenly his hand is on my head, holding me still as he lets out a groan of pleasure. I can feel each shot race from the base of his dick to the tip, pumping directly into me.

“Fuck,” he nearly shouts, pulling out just as he fires off another rope. It hits me in the face, and I gasp, Sidney’s hold around my neck loosening. Panting, I nuzzle close to Derreck’s pulsing dick, letting each remaining shot land on my cheeks, nose, or lips. I wrap my lips around the head as he begins to dribble cum, sucking the last few drops directly from the source.

“Good boy,” Julian hums, stroking his fingers through my hair. “Good fucking boy.”

Sid scoffs. “Gonna spoil him if you keep praising him like that.”

Derreck’s practically speechless as I swipe the mess he made clean, lapping at my fingers with a smile on my lips. I could’ve left it there, let his warm seed dry down, but I didn’t get to have as much of it as I wanted last night. I’m not letting another opportunity pass me by. When I’ve licked up as much as I can, I lift my head to look at Sid directly.

“Stop worrying about whether or not I’m spoiled,” I tell him, narrowing my eyes. “Just be a good boy and fuck me.”

Derreck laughs loud as always, and Julian lets out a whistle.

“You gonna let him talk to you like that, Sidney?” Julian says. I don’t even have to look at him to know he’s grinning.

Sid glares down at me like he hates me, and in that very moment, I know I’m going to get exactly what I want. Even when he slaps me across the face, I’m laughing at him. At how easy it is to draw out this side of his personality.

“Pussy slap,” I tell him. His next one stings hard, and I moan, face aching. “There you go,” I whine.

He pulls my head back by my hair and folds himself over me, pressing his lips to my neck. He trails kisses up to my ear, yanking my curls hard. In a low voice, he murmurs, “You want it rough like this, boy?” he asks me. He shakes me for an answer, and I nod.

“Yeah… You’re the only one that will fuck me rough like I want.”

It’s certainly not true—I have a feeling Derreck would be more than happy to play like Sid does—but I know men like Sidney. They get off on being The Guy. The one that does what no one else can.

“The only one that’ll treat you like a real fuckin’ faggot,” he growls. “Put you in your place. Show you that you’re only good for sucking my cock and taking my load up your cunt. Remind you that you only matter when I’m fuckin’ you.”

It’s cruel in the right ways, and I feel myself leaking against the thick body hair that covers Sidney’s chest. Each lie he tells me, every degrading thing he can come up with, only makes me more aroused, and I’m practically panting as he fucks me harder and deeper than before. He bites my earlobe, licking over the shell of my ear a moment later.

“God,” I whine, wrapping my legs around his waist. This new angle hits me in the exact spot I need. “Slap me again.”

Pressing up on one elbow, Sid’s palm hits me in the face hard, the sting somewhere in the middle of his first and second. “Put your fuckin’ tongue out.”

I don’t even have to think before my tongue is out and Sid spits in my mouth. “Swallow.”

I obey, greedily swallowing down the thick warmth of his saliva. It’s like he’s claiming every inch of me, both holes at once. No one’s ever made me feel as used as him, and I’m immediately addicted to the sensation.

For a moment, Julian and Derreck disappear, and there’s only Sidney on top of me, pounding me like he can’t fucking stand the sight of me. I grind my hips into his body, dragging my cock along his abs as he buries himself in me over and over again.

“You know what I really want?” I pant, angling my head to bite down on his shoulder.

“What?” he says, humoring me. “What else could your greedy arse possibly want?”

“I want you to fuck a baby into me.”

He groans, huffing out into my skin as his dick stretches me open.

“That’s what I want,” I continue, grinding against him. I’m so close. So fucking close to another orgasm. “Yeah… I want you to fuck me until I’m pregnant. Until I’m carrying your baby, until you’ve made me a perfect little mommy for you.”

Sidney’s teeth sink into my shoulder hard, nearly enough to draw blood, and his hips snap forward furiously. He doesn’t even have to tell me he’s coming because I feel my hole flooded almost instantly. I’m filled with heat, until I can hear how wet he’s made me. Sidney holds me like I might run away, but that’s the last thing on my mind. Instead, I imagine what it must look like, his load spilling out of my ass, too full to keep anything else inside.

That searing pleasure hits me in the pit of my stomach, and as Sidney’s thrusts slow down, I come hard, covering both of us in my load. I grind my body into his, ignoring the complete mess I’m making between us. I just want to feel the head of my dick rubbing against his solid frame as I soak him in my cum.

When he pulls back to look me over, I press up on my elbows, kissing him hard. I want him to know that I could handle him. I didn’t pussy out or run away. For all the shit he talked about me being soft, I proved him wrong and made him blow his load hard.

“Tell me I’m fucking good,” I demand, nipping at his lower lip.

He rolls his eyes and starts to pull out of me. Tightening my grip with my legs, I tug him back, not letting him get away. “Tell me I’m good, Sid.”

“You’re fuckin’ good, Jayden,” he grunts, shoving me back down on the mattress. “A nasty little slut, but… very fuckin’ good.”

I know it kills him to admit it, but the smile on my face stretches from ear to ear. Of all them, I never expect to get that kind of praise from Sid, but there it is. He rolls off of me, letting cool air rush in and help chill me out. Without Sid’s body on top, I can clearly see Julian and Derreck, who both give me looks .

“‘Only you can fuck me like I need,’” Derreck says in a mocking, high-pitched voice.

“‘You’re the only real man here, oh, Sidneyyyy,’” Julian adds. Sidney glares at the both of them, and I laugh, shoving Julian by his waist.

“Shut up. I don’t sound like that. I didn’t even say that.”

“Yeah, well it wounded me all the same.”

I give him sweet eyes and say, “Let me make it better then? You can fuck me next. Will that fix it?” Scooting closer to him, I press soft kisses to the head of his cock. Julian can only feign being hurt for so long before the fake expression falls and he says,

“It’s a good start.”

“What about me?” Derreck grunts.

“You’ll get your turn with his hole soon, mate,” Sid replies.

Julian eases around me, settling in between my legs. Taking hold of the base of himself, he lines up and slowly slides inside. His dick is fatter than Sid’s and that familiar, slight sting of stretching returns. I’m more than used to it, though, and I relax for him. Where Sidney looked at me like a piece of meat as he pushed inside, Julian’s eyes are softer. It’s as if he’s admiring all of me, admiring the mess Derreck and Sidney have already made of me. I’ve never felt more desirable than right now, under the approving gaze of Julian.

He’s more measured in his pace than Sid. I feel every inch of his cock as he rocks forward and back, and I can tell it’s all intentional. He wants each second of this to be felt, to be savored. I relax into the bed, sighing with satisfaction as he settles into a solid speed.

“Look at you,” he hums, smiling as his eyes trail over my body.

“Yeah, look at me,” I say in agreement, smiling.

“So pretty.”

That compliment’s never hit me in the gut like this before. “Yeah?”

“Every fucking inch of you, Jayden. Your smile. Your body. Your dick. Even your perfect ass. All so goddamn gorgeous.”

Is erotic whiplash a thing? Going from the harsh, degrading comments Sid hit me with to the soothing, tender praise Julian brushes over me has my head spinning. He leans down and kisses me, not greedy, but reassuring. Making sure that if any of what Sid said to me went a little too far, it should be taken with a grain of salt, because now he’s here.

I let his tongue explore my mouth as long as he’d like, wrapping my arms around him and holding him close. I’d never been one for missionary before this, but something about these three men makes it feel natural, like I was always meant to be here. Doing anything crazy with my fucked-up ankle is out of the equation, but this? Flat on my back and willing to take anything they give me? I can be a perfect bottom for this virile bunch.

Which reminds me that Derreck hasn’t gotten as much attention as either of them. As Julian thrusts inside, I turn to Derreck, looking up at him. “What do you want to do?” I ask him. I doubt he’s ready for another round of head, but I’m willing to try anything.

He cups my chin in his palm, smirking. “You down to let me sit on this pretty face Julian likes so much.”

That’s certainly an offer I’ve never gotten before, but if we’ve already done this much, what’s one more crazy thing? I shrug, an embarrassed smile stretching across my face.

“Why not?” I say. He glances at Julian, as if to ask if he minds either.

“Get your big ass up here,” he says. Derreck chuckles and carefully crawls across the bed until he’s hovering over me. He faces Julian, and when he’s sure he’s not going to kill me by putting his weight down, his ass is soon only an inch from my face.

Tentatively, I cup it with both hands, telling myself not to overthink it. Go with the flow. If it makes Derreck feel good, then I’m happy. Without letting myself second-guess any longer, I drag my tongue against his tight ring. There’s no taste, like licking any other stretch of skin, and I decide in that moment to go for it. To prove I can eat Derreck’s ass as well as I can suck his dick.

I even reach for his waist, pulling him down until my face is buried between his cheeks. Almost immediately, my dick is hard again, this new position seemingly being enough to get me up despite the two loads I’ve already blown.

Between swirling circles around his pucker, I kiss and lap at it, feeling him flex around my tongue. When I feel him bend forward and wrap his mouth around my dick, I know it’s go-time. We’re in this—we’re eating ass on vacation. Fuck it.

I can hardly breathe, but the lack of air somehow makes me even more aroused. I kiss Derreck’s hole, sloppy and imperfectly, and when I’m sure he’s wet enough, I press my tongue inside. I want to stretch him open, taste even more, and he repays me by taking my dick down his throat even further.

We’re a tangle of limbs, but I’ve never felt like more of a part of something. I’m practically trembling in this mess that we’ve become, and the worst part is Sid’s hand on my head, his fingers dragging rhythmically against my scalp. His breath washes over me as he murmurs into my ear.

“There you go,” he hums, tracing the shape of my earlobe. “Get your tongue deep in there. Show him what a nasty fuckin’ boy you are. Eat Daddy’s hole just like that.”

I could scream. I could lose my fucking mind.

My hips move erratically, seeking out the tight warmth of Derreck’s mouth and the thick heat of Julian’s cock. I’m trapped beneath them, but I fight, whimpering into Derreck’s ass. Sidney, as if he can sense that I’m two seconds away from spontaneously combusting, adds pressure to the back of my head, burying my face even deeper.

My tongue aches, pleading for a moment of pause, but I can’t. I drag circles around his ring of muscle, kissing and lapping at it, pressing the tip inside to further savor him. I want to bury it entirely inside, fuck him with my tongue. Derreck slides his mouth down my shaft, stroking me in his clenched fist, and then I hear Sid.

His growl is like lightning spreading across my body. “Eat that fuckin’ arse like the filthy little faggot you are, son.”

Fuckfuckingkillmefuck.

FUCK.

I cry out into him, practically suffocating myself as I explode. I can’t see, but I know I’ve just fired the highest shot of cum in my life. I can feel it, as if it was ripped directly from my core. My dick aches even as I pump out more ropes, and where I’d normally begin to grow soft, I’m still hard. Derreck milks me until the fifth shot, then I feel his mouth on me again, down to the base. His nose is buried in my sack, and his gagging noise leaves me bucking against him and Julian.

I can feel the burn of tears in my eyes, but they’re relentless, my prostate being stroked with every thrust, the overly sensitive tip of my dick massaged by the walls of Derreck’s throat. I’m fucking sobbing, trying to keep up my roll despite the fact that I’m practically short-circuiting.

Sid’s words don’t even register in my mind.

I can hear him far away, his rumbling, deep tone present but incomprehensible. I’m too aware of every inch of my own body. The way Derreck’s ass feels as my nails dig into him. The strain in my lower back as I fuck his throat. Julian’s deep strokes, spreading me wider than any of the others. I’m in another world entirely, pushed further than ever before.

It’s no surprise that Derreck makes me come again only moments later. It’s an inconsequential load, a dry orgasm, but the force of my thrusting is enough to make him choke. He coughs around my length, toughing it out as I buck through the sensation. I have to tap out almost instantly, pleading into his ass for mercy.

“You’re gonna kill the kid,” Sid says, finally letting up on the back of my head. I gasp in air, my cheeks burning despite the tears running down them. He drags a finger over my skin, wiping away one. “Look at what a nasty mess you are,” he says softly, giving me a smile despite the harshness of his tone. I can’t put on a pretense. Every inch of my frame feels too sensitive, and I know the slight anguish shows on my face. I gape up at him, heavy-lidded and spent.

“It’s okay,” he whispers.

I nod, not quite finding my words yet.

Derreck swings a leg over my head, crawling off of me. His face is a wreck, dripping thin beads of translucent cum. I wonder who did that. I’ve never seen a more smug, satisfied motherfucker in my life. When Julian catches a glimpse of me, it’s as if he can read my mind.

“Get him, D,” he says, slowing his pace down. “Hold him.”

Derreck positions himself beneath me, wrapping his arms around me and cradling my upper half in his arms. He presses his face in the crook of my neck, gentler than I’ve ever felt in bed before.

“Is that okay?” Julian asks. I don’t know why I feel like crying all over again, but I know that if I try to say something, it’ll open the floodgates for round two. Instead, I nod once more. Julian doesn’t resume his previous rougher pace, though. He goes slowly, allowing me to feel every inch of his dick as he enters and exits.

In Derreck’s embrace, I let myself melt. He’s solid, something to lean on, and I’m more grateful than I could ever say to have him there. Julian closes the gap of space between us and kisses me softly. In a voice Sidney might have to strain to hear, he murmurs,

“You’re such a good boy, Jayden. It’s okay to cry. It’s a lot, but you did it.” He cups my cheeks in his palms, staring at me with those warm brown eyes of his. “I’m so, so proud of you. So fucking proud of you, baby boy.”

I feel myself crying again. It’s not just from this, but from everything. From this trip, from the injury. From the way I’ve felt for so long, like there was nothing but the miserable thirteen hours I spent awake each day. I was nothing. I did nothing. I contributed nothing. But not in this moment. Here, with these three, I did something .

It comes rushing out, broken down from how nice these three have been to me.

I thread my fingers through Derreck’s, holding him just as he holds me, blindly reaching for Sidney. I want to touch each of them, to feel the three together in this swell of emotions. I know it probably annoys him to be soft, but Sid obliges, letting me hold his hand.

Julian peppers kisses along both of my cheeks, wiping away every tear that spills out. The craving, famished thing inside of me wants him to press deeper, to kiss through my skin and bones, to kiss deep into my soul. I feel like I’m losing the last bit of my mind that I had, but it’s something I’m now willingly giving away. It wasn’t taken from me by way of chemical imbalances.

Every sensation of his lips on my cheek and his cock inside of me draws out more of this generosity inside me, until I’m completely at Julian’s mercy. I reach for him instead, both arms wrapped around his back to prevent him from even thinking of pulling away.

“Don’t stop,” I plead, staring up into his welcoming eyes. They soften at my request, and he nods, kissing me on the lips. I still beg for him.

Don’t stop.

Don’t stop.

Please don’t ever fucking stop.

Julian’s breaths are ragged, coming out in quick bursts as his forehead presses to mine. The kindness in his expression melts into something more like determination, concentrated effort on making us both feel good, and it’s working. I’m swimming in the ecstasy of how full he makes me feel, all of the pleasure centered on one very specific spot.

“There you go,” Derreck hums, stroking my shoulders and placing a kiss to the top of my head. “You’re a trooper. You can take all of Julian.”

“Boy’s not a bitch,” Sid says in agreement.

Breathless, I turn enough to get a good look at him. “Never.”

Julian’s thrusts become more erratic than before, and I know he’s locked in on every sensation. I can see the tension on his face, the way his eyebrows angle inwards and his mouth parts just slightly. I want him to feel as good as I do, as overwhelmed and overstimulated, so I lie back in Derreck’s arms, creating enough room above me to see him and Julian both.

“Kiss him, Derreck,” I say. “You and Sid both.”

Sid, like he was waiting impatiently for permission, takes the other man by the chin and kisses him greedily. It’s not until Derreck steals him away that he’s able to get any attention. And as I watch the two of them forcibly take turns with him, I find the strength to squeeze my muscles around Julian’s cock, trying my damnedest to milk him in the same way Derreck did to me. I won’t be satisfied until I feel his load inside me, mixing with Sid’s. I want him drained and spent, his balls practically hollow.

I commit this visual to my memory, these three going back and forth, beard on beard, passionate as they trade combinations. Julian’s mouth on Derreck’s and Derreck’s on Sid’s and the three of them together, tongues working in sync.

“So good,” I murmur to no one in particular. A smile spreads across Julian’s face as he watches Sid and Derreck kiss. “My three daddies.”

Julian’s eyes meet mine, torn away from the others for a moment. “Is that what you want?” he asks. He grips my hips harder, thumbs digging into my skin.

“To come back here for this again? For you three to be mine and to belong to you all?” I make a show of thinking about it when we all know the answer. “Yeah. Yeah, I want that. Can I have it?”

Derreck and Sidney pull away so that Julian can lean in to look at me. “You can have anything you want, baby boy. Anything in the world.”

“I want you to give me every last drop of you. Please, Julian. I’ve been so good. Don’t I deserve it?” The dreamy eyes are back, and I’m not above pleading for it. I need his load like I need oxygen, like I might throw a fit if I don’t get it right this fucking minute.

“So good, baby. I’m close. Just look at me, okay? Let me see that pretty face and I’ll give you everything you want.”

I don’t take my eyes off of him. I keep my gaze trained on his, from the way he bites down on his lower lip to the way his eyes darken when he senses I’m helping him finish. I want him to be able to read my mind. To hear all the filthy things I want him to do to me. To sense just how satisfied I’ll be when I feel him leaking out of me.

“Shit,” he groans, his hips jerking forward with less rhythm and more urgency.

“Please, Daddy,” I say softly, dragging my lips over his without kissing him. “Fill your good boy up. Show me how good my pussy is, please let me have my reward for being so good.”

Julian presses forward, kissing me deeply, his tongue dominating my mouth. And there it is. There’s the flooding feeling all over again, breeding me like I’m their bitch. Maybe I am. Maybe this is exactly what I wanted to be, what I wanted to happen when I agreed to replace Dad on this trip. Maybe I’d always dreamed of this and it finally came true.

I don’t stop kissing Julian even when he’s come down from his high. I angle my head so my tongue can go even deeper—explore even further. I want to be completely consumed by him, swallowed whole by every facet of his desire, in a way that doesn’t even make sense to verbalize. But I feel it in my gut. In my heart. In my fucking bones.

I don’t want him to leave, but when he breaks this kiss and pulls away, I let him go, letting my head fall back on the mattress. I feel like I’ve just run a goddamn marathon. Everything aches, but in the way that comes after an intense workout session. I close my eyes, groaning as the reality of tonight washes over me.

Julian kisses down my body, through the various messes I’ve made, and I can’t help the lazy, goofy smile that spreads across my cheeks.

“Look at me while I eat you out, Jayden,” Julian says, settling down on his stomach. He lifts my legs up and places them on his shoulder. “Don’t take your eyes off me.” He cups my balls and dick in his palm, pushing everything to the side so I have a clear view of him.

His tongue is hot and soft and so fucking soothing after I’ve been stretched and used so thoroughly. He swirls it slowly, drawing circles around my ring. I can feel myself leaking on his tongue, and I have the urge to tighten my muscles to prevent that. But it’s obvious he wants to taste Sid and himself. He wants the concoction of the two of them inside me, so I let it spill out.

“Fuck,” Sid growls, running his fingers through Julian’s hair. I can see Sid’s instinct to control fighting to come out when his fingers curl in Julian’s locks, but he doesn’t push him forward or guide his head. He’s just an added presence, Sidney including himself in such an intimate act.

Julian isn’t shy about his desire to taste me, either. He’s greedy, lapping methodically, maximizing how much he can get. I imagine closing my legs around his head and holding him there until he finishes, but after a few moments, he pulls back, kissing my thighs. His beard is a mess, but the grin on his face is fucking infectious.

Like before, Julian is taken by the others, two hungry mouths on his own. I’m once more witness to the best show on Earth, the three of them fighting for dominance over one another. As Julian and Sid make out, Derreck looks me over and smiles.

“Enjoy the show for now, Jay. I still need to get a taste of that hole before the end of the night.”

Bashful despite the fact I’ve just been busted open like a can of biscuits, I grin at him. “Whenever you want it, it’s yours.”

And I mean every fucking word of that sentence.