Page 50 of Cueball & Double-Z (Alpha’s Rejects #5)

The rest of the day was different for us.

Yeah, we skated a lot and had fun, getting to know the Rejects.

But Marco was different. He was talkative, answering a shitload of questions, and looked so fucking happy.

He was like that around us for the most part while we were alone, but it was amazing to see him open up to his friends.

Even better? Despite his holding back emotionally from them, they adored him anyway.

And they were so nice and welcoming to Gio and me.

I couldn’t wait to get to know them more.

After getting to know Marco, he should’ve been the one in the middle.

He should’ve been the one where Gio and I loved on him with kisses and blow jobs.

In a way, he’d saved us from a life on the streets.

No, he’d saved our lives. I couldn’t say we wouldn’t have survived, but psychologically, it would’ve done us in.

Looking back, Gio was crashing hard mentally. I would’ve crashed without him.

One day, Marco would let us fuck him and make him the center of it all. The center of our love. I couldn’t wait for that day.

Instead, it was me, lying on my side, sweating and panting as Marco fucked me.

I faced Gio, who was scooting down the bed, sucking me off.

So many sensations, and I didn’t know where Marco and Gio began and I ended.

We were fully one. I wasn’t sure where or when I deserved this special treatment, but I would never complain about it. Ever .

Marco’s arms were wrapped around me as he nibbled on my shoulder, pumping his hips. He often hit that spot I loved, making me desperate to come. His big body completely enveloped me as his fingers pinched one of my nipples.

And God… the slurping sounds from Gio as he swallowed my cock, trying to make me feel good.

I was so full of Marco and Gio. All my senses consumed me, even taste.

I could practically taste the musky scent of sex heavy in the air.

I was drowning in sensory overload. If I were to die this way, I’d die happy.

The moment played into my need to be the center of things, but in a way I never dreamed possible .

“Do you like my cock filling you up, sweetness?” Marco panted in my ear, his deep voice reverberating through my back. I loved it when he growled dirty words at me. It was so hot, and such a turn-on. All I could do was nod. “Gio loves sucking your cock, too.”

Fuck me… His words alone were almost enough to push me to come. I was so close, but I wanted to hold back because I didn’t want it to end before it began.

So much heat. Inside me. Outside of me. Wrapped around me. I was slick with sweat.

I forked my fingers through Marco’s, where his hand was resting on my chest. He pumped and pumped. A steady rhythm, not yet pushing himself. Same with Gio. He sucked and licked, but he was careful not to make me come yet. It was like they knew I wasn’t ready to let go.

Marco pressed his nose against my sweaty neck and wet hair, taking a breath of me. “You smell so good, sweetness. Like you could bottle up sex and spray it on.”

A whimper and a groan slipped out of me, and I clung to his hand tightly.

“Gio and I are going to fuck you together one day. We’re going to fill you with both of our cocks. Would you like that?”

That did it. That was what finally did me in.

I instantly nutted from his words, but Gio was ready for me, swallowing everything I gave him, and it was a lot.

I cried out with my climax. As soon as Gio popped off me, licking his fully delicious lips, Marco pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, lifted my ass, and slammed back home.

“Need to come…” he panted.

He rutted into me, animalistic noises spilling from his mouth. Then he growled again as hot wetness filled me. Fuck, I loved that feeling. That sensation of one of my men marking me. I loved having their cum inside me.

Suddenly, my eyes went wide as someone spread my ass cheeks and started licking up the cum sliding out of me. No, not someone. Both of them. Holymotherfuckinghell…

Some weird noise escaped me, making Gio and Marco laugh.

Then it was Gio inside me. He didn’t waste time with slow and steady thrusts. He just went at it as fast as he could, like he would die if he didn’t come soon .

Then, more hot wetness filled me.

My body fell flush against the bed as someone gently cleaned me up with a warm washcloth. I couldn’t tell because my eyes were closed and my arm slung over the side of the new king-sized bed, ready to pass out, my body having lost its muscles and all sense of feeling. I was fully numb.

They killed me with sex.

Marco got into bed, lifted my limp body onto his crossed legs. Gio sat the same way across from him. They cradled me and kissed me, showering me with their love and attention.

What had I done to deserve this? I asked myself again.

‘I love being spoiled,’ I signed slowly because I could barely move.

They chuckled and pressed kisses all over my face. “You should be spoiled,” Gio said.

I reached for his face and cupped it, then did the same with Marco, shaking my head. Hopefully, they understood me.

They also deserved to be spoiled and loved on. Always .

Marco and Gio were my men. My men. I loved them with every fiber of my being. They were pure souls. Beautiful souls. They would always be mine, and I would be theirs for the rest of our lives. I could feel it.