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Axel

T his is the sweetest torture. I have a stunning woman in my lap. The woman. The one that I’ve teased and taunted for years, never thinking there was a chance she could be anything but a pipe dream.

“Don’t they look hot together?” My voice is hoarse with lust, and my cock strains in my pants from her rocking in my lap.

“It’s beautiful.”

I watch them clean up Miller’s interaction with Tucker before he approaches Spencer. I know this moment is monumental for him—it’s been monumental for all of us. When they finally kiss, I see the sparks fly. There’s no jealousy, only pride—pride that my boy is getting his woman. At the moment, we’ve all got the girl.

Miller lifts Spencer into his arms, and as much as I want to see where things go, we have a sixteen year old that still needs us, a plan to make about a potential stalker, and I have to get to work soon with a raging boner.

“Miller.” I need him to stop. I don’t want any of this to stop. I need to fucking come. “Miller.” I don’t intend it, but there’s an edge of desperation in my voice.

“Fuck off, Axel. I’m busy.” I know. I fucking know. Clearly, I’m not going to get through to Miller. I gently rub a hand down Spencer’s spine and imagine what it would be like to have her sandwiched between the two of us.

“We need to get Katy.” Their kiss pauses, and I see Miller’s shoulders fall. He knows I’m right. He pulls away and rests his forehead against Spencer’s. Spencer sighs and closes her eyes. This is a big adjustment for her.

“I’ll get her,” Spencer offers. “Do you want to come with me, Miller?”

He’s hesitating. I would jump on the chance to have one-on-one time with her right now.

“Axel, do you need some help with that?” Miller’s eyes shift to the tent in my pants.

“Me?” I thought I would just end up suffering with blue balls all night or rub one off before I left.

“Yes, you.” He kisses Spencer on the forehead and steps up to me. He rubs his hand down his face and huffs. “Fuck. I guess tonight is an honest free-for-all. I haven’t been able to get your dick pic out of my mind since I saw it.” Oh fuck. I completely forgot about that with everything that’s happened.

“Little Miss, I’d love to go with you to pick up Katy. You can tell me all about her.” Miller and I stare at each other in silence, which is quickly becoming awkward as Spencer and Tucker leave.

“Fireball, why don’t you take a step back and let Axel think? What you’re offering him is different from what we just did.” His body shifts as his leg moves to step away, and something inside me snaps. I grab Miller’s bicep, and he stops. His blue eyes fall to my hand then up to my face. The corner of his lip twitches and it only takes a second to understand what’s going on behind it.

“I can fix this.” Miller’s hand grazes the front of my joggers, and my breath hitches. “I’m dying to see your piercings in person.” A desperate groan leaves my throat without my permission.

“I’ve never…”

“Neither had I until Lincoln. He’s a good teacher.” I feel the relief of pressure as his hand slowly strokes my cock over my pants. My hand flexes around his arm. My hesitation isn’t that it’s a guy offering to blow me. It’s Miller. I’ll have to look at him after, tomorrow, and every day going forward. And Lincoln. The three of us are friends.

“Linc, you’re good with this?”

“I’m good if you let me watch. I’ll be even better if you let me join.” A shiver runs down my spine at his deep voice so close to my ear. I feel the warmth of his body as he steps up to my back. His naked body. Their naked bodies. Miller and Lincoln have me sandwiched between them. Linc may not be touching me, but I feel the heat radiating between us. I have a decision to make, and I have seconds left before my hormones take over.

“Okay, okay. Fuck. Shit.” I spin out from between them, flustered and turned on but needing a moment to think.

“Hey, no pressure, Axel. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“Mills, you’re good. I just need a minute.” I need seven hundred of them actually because I’m about to make a decision that will definitely change our relationship.

“Fuck it all to hell.” Grabbing Miller’s arm again, I pull him forward, causing him to stumble. When our mouths crash together, it’s with more force than anticipated, and Miller bites my lip. I taste the copper in my mouth as our tongues battle. And battle we do. I can’t imagine what we look like as our hands pull at each other’s hair, and hands grope anywhere they can touch.

Miller fists my curls, adjusting my head to deepen our kiss and he grabs the hem of my shirt, lifting it up my chest. Our mouths part only long enough to lose my shirt, and our hands are as greedy as our mouths. His course, calloused fingers are a shock to my over-sensitive nerves as he explores my body.

“Is that a yes, Axel?” Fingers trail down my body until he’s rubbing me over my pants again.

“Yes. Fuck. Okay, yes.” I push down on his shoulders because now that I’ve made the decision, I don’t want to wait.

He chuckles. “Is someone eager?”

“You made me an offer that I couldn’t refuse. Now pay up.”

“Gladly.” Miller spins us and pushes me onto the couch before falling to his knees. I’ve never been more excited about elastic-waisted pants as he easily pulls me from my joggers.

“Fucking hell, Axel.” My eyes snap up to Lincoln, staring at the head of my dick. “That had to fucking hurt.”

“Like a bitch, but I get lots of compliments.” My magic cross piercing consists of two barbells through the head of my cock.

“May I?”

I make a sweeping motion over my lap and widen my legs. “Be my guest.” Lincoln drops to his knees next to Miller. I know I should probably find this obscene, my two best friends staring at the most private part of my body. Instead, seeing them both on their knees is nothing short of erotic.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath to calm the butterflies in my stomach and the hummingbird in my chest. Their fingers gently glide around the head of my cock, exploring my piercing.

“Shall we share, Fireball?”

“What?” I sit up and snap my eyes open. “Share? As in, both of you sucking on my cock?”

“And stroking, licking, nipping. Whatever it takes to get you to come.” This isn’t real. I’m dreaming. This is some crazy erotic wet dream, and at any moment, I’m going to wake up in my bed humping my pillow and be severely disappointed.

“Axel? Code Blue?” Lincoln questions.

No.

“No fucking way. If you both want to take me, do it. I’m along for the ride.”

“Take you, huh?”

Oh shit. Miller arches a brow at me. That was the wrong thing to say.

“Look, I’m up for the idea of exploring, but…baby steps.”

Lincoln’s deep laugh vibrates through my body and warms me from the inside out.

“Like this?” Miller licks a line from balls to tip and sucks my head into his mouth.

“Fuuuuuck. Just like that.” I saw him do something similar to Tucker and wondered what it would feel like. Now I know.

Metal clinks on Miller’s teeth as he pulls away.

“That’s going to take some getting used to.”

Lincoln grabs the base of my cock and performs a similar move so pleasurable my hips lift from the couch. His suction is stronger than Miller’s, and fuck if this isn’t going to be the shortest blow job of my life.

They take turns doing all the things Lincoln promised. Their hands are everywhere. Caresses to my thighs, abdomen, balls, every place imaginable, they touch me.

“Jesus fuck. Fuck. I’m going to fucking blow. Shit.” Miller’s hand tightens around my base, and he moves to the side, allowing Lincoln to take over. Lincoln sucks deep, hollowing his cheeks while his tongue caresses the sensitive spot under the head. Someone’s hands roll my balls, and my body convulses. My abs constrict as my cock jerks in Lincoln’s mouth. Come coats the inside of his mouth, and he swallows every drop.

Flopping back on the couch, I suck in gulps of air. I grab a handful of Lincoln’s hair and pull him off me. He smiles up at me and swipes his thumb across his bottom lip.

Miller grabs the back of Lincoln’s neck and pulls him in for a kiss. His tongue explores and tastes me in Lincoln’s mouth, and again, I find myself being more turned on than put off like I think I should be.

My watch beeps, pulling my thoughts away from the hot makeout session between my legs. Time to get ready for work.