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Axel

T ucker storms into the room and, in a flash, has a gun to Miller’s head. My adrenaline pumps through my body, and my heartbeat whooshes in my ears. I see Miller and Tucker’s mouths moving, but all I can do is watch and make sure Spencer is safe.

“Put that away and take care of Axel before you both get another round of blue balls.”

I’m totally down for that.

Tucker stares at Spencer as he strips his clothing. When he finally removes his black undies, my jaw actually drops.

“Fuck yeah, Daddy Tucker putting us all to shame. I love how you hide that anaconda in those tighty-whities.”

“Axel,” Miller warns. “I wouldn’t mess with him. Look at his eyes.” He’s right. There’s a fire in Tucker’s eyes that I haven’t seen before.

“Move, Axel.” I may have joked with Tucker a minute ago, but I’ve learned my lesson. I give Spencer’s cheek a gentle swipe and slide out from under her. Tucker takes her hips and readjusts them until she’s at the top of the bed, and he hovers over her.

“You should be treated like a Queen. May I bow down to you?” He rubs a thumb across her jawline so she’s looking at him and nods several times. Tucker’s hand moves down the length of her body as I feel a hand glide up my chest.

“Tucker told me to take care of you, but I know you already came once. Do you need another round?” Miller tugs at my cock, and the sensation is so much different than Spencer’s soft tongue.

“No, I’m good, but let me take care of you.” I reach for his engorged cock, and he stops me.

“Watch.” He motions toward Spencer and Tucker next to me.

“Are you ready for me, Little Miss?”

There’s so much reverence in his question. She’s precious to him in a way that is different from the rest of us. We each have our own relationship with Spencer but his is on a deeper level. I’m not mad or jealous. I’m in awe.

“More than ready.” Spencer spreads her legs wider to allow him entrance, and he slowly slides his cock into her.

“I know I’m big, and I’ll do my best to make it as painless as possible. If Miller hadn’t already prepared you, I’d have done that first. It might burn, but tell me if it’s too much.”

The whole “with age comes wisdom” thing must be true. Either that, or it’s a Southern gentleman thing because he worships her like none of us can.

“Will you let me take your ass?” Miller squeezes my ass cheek, and I instantly clench my butt.

“I’ve obviously never—”

“Neither have I. I’m a bottom for Lincoln. If you’re willing to try, so am I?”

Am I ? That’s a big step. Looking over to Spencer and Tucker, I think of what a monumental step she’s taking, putting her trust in four men she’s known for various lengths of time. Miller has been my best friend for years, and if I’m going to experiment and try new things, he seems like the best candidate.

“You’ll go slow?”

“Of course. And you have your safeword. I’ll start with my finger, and we’ll go from there.” I nod and hear the nightstand drawer open. I’m not surprised to know he has lube hidden in there. “Let me get a towel. I’ll be right back.”

As he walks across the room, I stare at his gloriously toned ass. Whispered words from Tucker grab my attention.

“You’re more beautiful than a sunset over the lake at my parent’s cattle ranch. You take my breath away every time I see you. Your body was made from the heavens to fit me perfectly.” He begins to hum a tune I don’t recognize, but if I had to guess, it’s a country song.

Miller returns with a smile as he stares at Tucker and Spencer.

“Aren’t they nice to watch?” I hum my response but don’t pull my eyes away. He lays a towel down on the bed, and I look up at him over my shoulder with a puzzled look.

“What’s that for?”

“I don’t want this to be impersonal, Axel, lay on your back. We don’t want to get any lube on Spencer’s bed.”

“Isn’t that so nice of you?” I really need to think about my snark sometimes.

“If you want to be a brat, I don’t have to be nice?”

Yeah. Definitely need to think more before I sass the man who’s about to put something in my ass. I can’t help myself. Sometimes my mouth works quicker than my mind.

I lay on the towel and get comfortable on the pillow. I angle myself, so I have a full view of the sex going on next to me. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen such intimate lovemaking, and I don’t want to miss a moment if I don’t have to.

The clicking of the lube cap brings my attention back to Miller. For a split second, I’m brought back to work and the hundreds of rectal exams I’ve seen and done. Miller must see something in my face change, and he closes the cap and leans over me.

“We don’t have to.”

He read me wrong.

“I couldn’t help but think of the exams I do at work. My mind flashed there for a moment, but I promise I wouldn’t say yes if I didn’t want to.” Miller’s smile tells me he understands, and he dips down, taking my lips in his. I get lost in his kiss. His lips are thinner than Spencer’s but just as soft.

Miller must have already applied lube to his fingers because his one hand is hovering oddly between us, and I appreciate him taking this time to help me get out of my head. When his hand moves, I feel the cool gel rimming me. It’s an odd sensation. One that my brain is struggling to compete with. I know what he’s doing isn’t wrong, and it feels better than I could have imagined, but a small doubt in the back of my brain tells me I shouldn’t be doing this.

“Relax, Axel. You’re breathing heavily. I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Get out of your head and just feel. This was new to me not that long ago as well, remember? Lincoln talked me through it, and I’ll do the same for you.”

He’s right. They’ve been together less than a year, and as far as I know, Miller had never done anything with a guy before Lincoln. And he’s never done anything like this with any guy. He’s trusting me with this new experience as well.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes. My body relaxes, knowing this is my best friend, and he wouldn’t do anything to intentionally make either of us uncomfortable.

“Watch them.” I happily turn my head back to Tucker and Spencer. I was trying to be present for Miller and not pay attention to them, but with permission, I happily take in their beautiful sight.

A light layer of sweat has formed on Tucker’s forehead. I know the restraint he’s holding back to be slow and gentle with her. He’s a better man than Miller and me. He told her she was a Queen and should be treated as such. I fucking agree, and there’s a part of me that feels guilty. One for taking her in the shower for the first time and two for not being gentle. I wouldn’t be surprised if I left a bruise or two on her hips.

“How does that feel?” I turn back to Miller, brows crunched. It feels just as good as it did… oh .

“You…I didn’t even feel it.” I was so entranced with my viewing party, I hadn’t realized Miller had slipped his finger in. It’s strange and a little uncomfortable, but now I can understand how this is enjoyable. Miller alternates his finger from shallow pumping to small circles to stretch me out. I know there are plenty of nerves there, but I’ve never had anyone explore before, and when the first moan leaves my lips, it surprises me more than anyone else.

A smug smile crosses Miller’s face, and I pull him in for a kiss. I take the lead with my tongue, and he lets me. I’m overloaded with the sounds and sensations around me. Miller whispers, “Breathe,” into our kiss, and I feel the pressure and understand his warning.

A second finger slides into my ass and the pressure increases, but so does the pleasure. I feel needy and don’t know how much more I can take. I want this.

“Please, Miller.” My hips rock involuntarily onto his fingers, and I want more. I want him deeper.

“I’m bigger than two fingers, Axel.”

“I don’t fucking care. Please.” He chuckles into my neck as he pulls his fingers out and nips my shoulder.

Miller sits up on his knees and grabs the bottle of lube again. He puts a generous amount of the gel on his hand and slides it up and down his shaft. He’s right. He’s definitely thicker than his two fingers, but at this point, I’m over the edge of horny. I’ll truly beg if I need to, but I need him now.

“If you’re comfortable, I’d like to stay in this position. If you’d rather turn over, I’m okay with that too.” I widen my knees in response, and he smiles and looks down at my cock. It’s ready and standing at attention. He takes his lubed hand and strokes me a few times, and my hips buck off the bed. “Stroke yourself and watch Spencer while I get settled. The first entry will be the hardest. Take any distraction you can.”

“No. I want to watch you. I don’t need a distraction; I trust you.” I cup my hand around his, and for a few pumps, we stroke my cock together. I release the pressure so he can move his hand, and he adds more lube to his fingers and pushes them inside me one last time before taking his base and lining up.

I tell myself to relax and take several deep breaths. Miller takes the breaths with me, and on the third one, he pushes in as I exhale.

“Holy shit.” That’s…I don’t fucking know.

“Shhh. You’re doing good. Keep breathing.” Miller runs a hand up my chest, and I concentrate on the feel of his fingertips, and they trail across my body. He pulls out and pushes back in, the discomfort turns to pleasure with every inch he rocks into me.

“My god, Miller.” My muscles relax the further he sinks in.

“It feels good, doesn’t it.” He’s not asking me, he’s telling me. He knows what I’m feeling, and that makes this even better.

“What about you?” My question comes out between pants and moans. I want to know if this is just as enjoyable for him as me.

“Fuck, Axel. It’s incredible. I may need to see if Lincoln will let me top him.”

“Thinking about another man while your dick is in my ass. Foul play, Mills.” He reaches up and grabs my hair. It stings more than it should because it’s still damp from the shower.

“Trust me. I’m right here with you. But imagine this. I’m here in your ass, and Lincoln’s behind me in mine, pounding into us both.”

“Oh fuck.” I like the sound of that way more than I should. New kink unlocked. “Let’s call him. Let’s leave a voicemail.”

“Or you could send him an audio file like you did to me.” Miller and I snap our attention to Tucker.

“What?”

Tucker turns to us, not stopping his lovemaking with Spencer, and smiles.

“Did you not wonder why I came in here, guns a-blazin’? I got several audio files through text but couldn’t make them out and thought Spencer was in trouble.”

What the hell is he talking about? My phone is plugged in on our side. Spencer’s is plugged in on hers and… Shit.

“Miller, where’s your phone?”

“My…oh shit. You knocked it out of my hand. It’s gotta be somewhere here on the bed.” We feel around, and neither of us comes up with his phone.

“Fuck it. Send him an audio on mine. It’ll be an even bigger surprise.” I reach my phone and unplug it, laying it on the mattress next to me. “You’re in charge of the sound.” Miller flashes me his panty-dropping smile, and I clench down on him.

“God dammit, Axel.” He huffs and closes his eyes. I like his reaction and I laugh and do it again. He gasps and smacks a hand to my chest. “If you want to enjoy this for longer than three more seconds, you’ll be a good boy. Stop that.”

“Holy fuck.” I melt at his words. He smiles and brushes his lips against mine.

“That’s what I thought.”

Spencer giggles next to us and grabs our attention. I reach over and run my palm along her breast and she arches into my hand.

“Something funny, Tails.” She moans out the word no, and I swear Miller and Tucker have a silent conversation. They slam into us, causing the noise in the room to erupt into animalistic moans. Tucker is no longer being sweet with Spencer.

“Axel, can you reach between us and play with Spencer’s clit?” Daddy Tucker wants help?

I look at Miller, who nods, and we shift lower on the bed so I don’t have to strain to reach. Tucker shifts from his elbow to his knees so there’s better access for my hand. A long, high pitch sound escapes Spencer when I touch her sweet spot.

“Now it’s a party.”

Miller and Tucker smile at each other, and Tucker grabs him by the neck and pulls him in for a kiss. I thought the shower sex with Spencer was going to be the highlight of my day, but damn, is Lincoln going to be mad when he gets home.

I glance at Spencer, and she stares at them in awe, making out.

“They’re hot together, aren’t they? All muscle and brawn.”

Tucker takes out the aggression he’s been holding back from Spencer on Miller’s lips.

“Let’s send Lincoln some video to go with the audio.”

Spencer reaches down and hands me my cell. Turning the camera, I pretend to be the world’s greatest porn director and aim the video on their locked lips. I pan down to my hand, strumming on Spencer’s clit and up her body to her face, where she’s biting her lips and moaning. Finally, I move it to my side of the bed and focus on where Miller and I are connected.

I’m watching Miller pound into me through the screen when he thrusts so hard I drop the phone.

“Whatcha doing?” He narrows his eyes at me and glances at the phone, picking it up. It must have stopped recording when I dropped it because Miller pushes the button and begins recording me. He moves the cameras between Spencer and me, and I know he has a better angle than I did, and this video will be so much better.

“Who do you think will come first, Tucker? Everyone has a twenty-five percent chance.”

Shit. Miller is trying to kill me. I may have already come in the shower, but I’m hard as a rock, and he keeps rubbing my prostate. If he wants to, he can make me come at any time. I’m at his mercy.

“Let’s focus on our Queen. She’s the most important.” Spencer’s moan is one of appreciation, and we all agree with Tucker. “Miller, take over for Axel so he can focus on her beautiful breasts. I think she’s relaxed enough to give us her pleasure. What do you think, Little Miss?” He pushes on her pelvis just above my hand. “Are you feeling that tingle deep down? I can feel your pussy walls fluttering.

“Yes. I feel it. Oh god.”

“Shhh. Don’t think, just feel.” Tucker runs his hands up her inner thighs.

We all focus our attention on Spencer. Her pleasure is our primary goal and we are taking it very seriously. Miller hasn’t stopped pumping into me, but it’s more of a leisurely pace, as his new goal is to make her come with his fingers. I involuntarily moan as I think about my mouth on her pussy, and how fucking amazing it was to have her come on my tongue. With my free hand, I stroke my cock, trying to give myself some relief. Spencer sees and reaches over.

“Let me.” She replaces my hand with hers, and the contrast is almost shocking. Her touch is gentler and softer than mine or Miller’s hand. She watches herself as she pumps me, a small smile creeping on her face.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I see her legs start to quiver, and when I look at Miller, there’s a smile of determination on his face. Tucker adjusts his position, lifting Spencer’s hips, and she screams. She wasn’t prepared for her orgasm to take her yet, and as her body convulses her hand on my cock tightens. Between her sounds, her hand, and Miller’s hardening thrusts, I lose any control I had left and come. Ropes of hot liquid squirt from my tip, coating my stomach and Spencer’s hand.

“Fucking Christ, Tails. Oh god. Fuck.” There’s so much going on around me. Spencer releases my cock just as Miller lays on top of me. I hear panting, and I’m not sure if it’s me, him, him, or her. Maybe it’s all of us.

Miller’s thrusts are deep and slightly erratic, and I know he’s about to come. He lets out a loud moan and quickly sits up, pulling out and stroking his cock feverishly. He spills on my stomach, adding to the mess I made of myself, just as I hear Tucker cursing and spilling his orgasm into Spencer. Miller falls on the bed next to me and flops back. Tucker and Spencer make out next to us and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more content than in this exact moment.

I pick up my phone, realizing that at some point, Miller hit send and dropped it. I wonder how much of a show Lincoln got.

Suddenly, laughter bursts next to me, and Miller is hysterical.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Looks like we’re all going to need another shower.” He swirls his fingers through the mess on my stomach, and everyone joins in on the laughter.

“Little Miss, I have something to tell you. Well, all of you, really.”

“Alright.” She gives him a skeptical look, and I’m right there with her.

“We’re moving into the big house, and your father is taking over the pool house. I won’t take any arguments. It was his suggestion, and I agree.”