Page 3 of Decked, Wrecked and Pucked

“I’m good.”

Jasper’s grin curls across his lips as he leans in, his breath warm against my mouth. “I can’t wait to watch you lose control, Captain.”

I slip a hand beneath Zeke’s thigh, lifting and spreading him wide, exposing every inch of him as I line my cock up at his entrance. I press in slow, inch by inch, until I’m buried to the hilt, hips flush against his ass, my cock throbbing inside him.

“Holy shit,” I gasp, my head falling forward. “I can’t believe I’m inside you.”

Zeke’s eyes find mine, his pupils blown wide. “You feel so good… but I need you to move, baby.”

Baby.

That word does something to me that I know I’m not coming back from.

I start to thrust, slow at first, because I need to see this. I need to hear every sound he makes and burn this memory into my brain.

“I swear to God, this is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen—you two like this,” Jasper groans from where he’s sprawled beside Zeke on the bed.

“Fuck, you feel unreal.” My fingers dig into Zeke’s hips as I drive in deeper. “So damn tight.”

The control I thought I had is slipping fast, sliding into something desperate as I start pounding harder, faster, chasing the sensation of his body squeezing the hell out of me.

“Get over here,” Zeke growls, and Jasper straddles his chest so he’s facing me.

Zeke spits on his fingers and slowly pushes inside Jasper, and the sight nearly finishes me.

“Jesus Christ, I’m close,” I pant, hips thrusting harder, faster.

Zeke arches beneath us, every muscle gone tight, shuddering as he comes without a single hand on him—just me and the relentless way I’m fucking him. His ass clamps down around my cock, squeezing so hard it’s like he’s ripping my orgasm out of me, taking everything I have and then some.

“Fuck—fuck, fuck,” I roar, my body snapping tight as I come, emptying myself inside him until I’m shaking with it.

Jasper follows, cursing as he spills all over Zeke’s stomach.

The sudden intrusive thought hits me like a brick:

I want to taste it.

All of it.

Them.

Me.

I don’t care.

I want to ruin myself on it, because I already know one taste won’t be enough.

One hit, and I’ll be addicted.

“Do it,” Jasper says, like he’s in my head and already knows exactly where my thoughts just went.

I ease out of Zeke with a shudder and lower myself to him. My tongue licks across the mess smeared over his skin—Jasper’s release, Zeke’s release. It’s warm, salty, and deliciously male, and the moment it hits my tongue, I know I’m fucked.

“I want more of this,” I rasp, collapsing back onto the mattress between them, sweat-slick and utterly wrecked. “Unless…”

“Unless what?” Jasper asks.

“Unless this isn’t what you want. I don’t know what you two are.”