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Tucker

M y heart is in pieces because of what Axel just told me. I’m usually so observant, but I’ve been distracted lately and clearly haven’t been at my best.

I took a chance when I texted everyone, but I knew they’d come through.

Group Chat:

Tucker: Axel is struggling with his position in our family. He feels like he’s an extra person. Can each of you reply to this text with your favorite thing about him? I want to show him how needed and loved he is.

Watching the tears fall down the cheeks of the brightest sunshine I know almost gutted me, but I knew he was reading things that he needed. They were tears of happiness for the love that our family and friends were pouring into him.

“If I’ve satisfied your mind, is there something your body needs?” He may believe everyone’s words, but his body has been carrying this stress for a while. He got mental relief from crying, but his tense body shows me he could still use a physical one.

Releasing his hands, I slide mine up the soft fabric of his slacks.

“Did anyone tell you how incredible you look tonight? Purple is your color.” He looks over his shoulder at his shirt haphazardly laid on the floor near the door. When he turns back, he looks between our bodies and laughs.

“This isn’t a position I’m used to. I’m usually the one being sat on.”

I run my hands from his stomach to his chest and back. His muscles contract under my touch, making him look even more delicious.

“I happen to like you right here, but if you’d rather change positions, I have some other ideas.” I flip him to the right and lay his back on the couch, hovering my body over him. “Is this more familiar to you?”

“Even less.” I sometimes forget that this is all new to him. He’s so easygoing for a former straight man.

Shit.

“Darlin’, are you okay with this? Would you like me to call one of the others to come in and join us?” I don’t think he’s been one-on-one with any of the other guys, and he might not be into this.

Nails dig into my shoulder blades, and Axel’s hips arch to bump with mine. “Don’t call anyone else. I’m one hundred percent okay with this.” I take that as permission to explore his chest with my mouth.

“And what exactly are you okay with?” I’m willing to take this little romp wherever he needs and wants it to go.

“I need—” His words stop when I suck on the sensitive spot just below his ear.

“What do you need?”

Axel’s hips buck up when I nip the spot I just sucked. “Yes. That. More. You.”

“I’m going to need all of your big boy words, Darlin’.”

“C-can you fuck me, Daddy Tucker?” Brat.

“You’re going to sass me while asking me to fuck you? Sassy brats get punished.”

“Fuck, yes,” he moans.

God, I want to punish him so badly.

“If my brother didn’t already have plans to punish Miller tonight, I’d tan your ass right now. But I now want to include you in it. How does that sound? You and your best friend are both getting punished for being brats. It sounds like heaven to me.”

“Fuck me now, punish me later?” Axel phrased it as a question, but I hear the hint of demand in his voice.

“Flip over. Hands and knees.” I sit up and almost fall off the couch with how quickly he moves under me. His hands fumble with his belt and pants as he sheds his clothing before he gets into position.

“Are we eager, Darlin’?” He drops his chest to the couch, making his ass stick out even farther. I happily massage his ass cheeks, pulling them apart to see his glorious hole he’s allowing me to own.

“I’ll warn you, not only am I bigger than Miller, this angle will be deeper. Do you think you can handle me?”

“I want you, Tucker. I can handle it.”

I smooth a hand up his back. “I know you can. Don’t move.” I grab a bottle of lube out of my desk drawer and take my time undressing while I stare at the man offering himself to me. I’ll do better for him. We will all do better. We’ve been focused on Katy and Spencer, but there are five people in our relationship, and each of us deserves to feel wanted and loved.

When I reposition myself behind him, he’s shaking. He jumps when the lube bottle clicks, and I chuckle.

“Nerves or anticipation?”

“Anticipation. Adrenaline.” I feel the same. Watching Miller take him for the first time, hearing him being talked through everything, and the noises he made were as exciting for me as being inside Spencer for the first time.

“Darlin’, we’re going to need to be quick about this. Everyone is waiting for us. I promise we can take our time later.” I lube my finger and rim his hole. He tenses, then exhales and relaxes. He wants this just as much as I do.

“Just need you, Tuck.”

“I know. I’m going to take care of you. Relax and let me in. Deep breaths.” He’s so compliant, and it isn’t long before I slip in one, then two fingers. He’s eagerly bucking under me when I slip in a third, and whining for me to take him. His body jolts when I remove my fingers completely and add lube to my throbbing cock.

“Tucker,” he pants, and it’s music to my ears to hear my name said so breathy and needy.

“This is the hard part, then the pleasure.” I spread his cheeks apart and watch him contract at the loss and need of me. “Deep breath in, then breathe out.” I take the opportunity the moment he relaxes and push in. He gasps.

“Oh fuck.”

“Shhh, you’re doing so well. Give me another deep breath. Good boy.” He relaxes even more on the exhale, and with quick shallow pumps, I go deeper. His sounds of pleasure mixed with pain and need spur me until he’s taken everything I have to offer.

“Need. You.”

Axel’s voice is strained as he waits for me to fuck him. The anticipation that’s rising as I kneel, unmoving with my cock buried deep in his ass, is just as torturous for me as it is for him.

His pleading whine cracks any semblance of restraint I have left.

“Hold on, Darlin’, I’m going to give us what we both need.” I pull my hips back and thrust in hard. The grunting moan that erupts from Axel can surely be heard outside my office door, but I don’t give a fuck. There are perks to being the owner.

I set a brutal pace that has us both panting and grunting. He’s tight and keeps flexing his muscles, constricting me even farther.

“Axel, your ass is too sweet, and you’re pulling me over the edge too quickly. Jerk your cock, I want you to come before I do.”

“Your couch?”

“Fuck the couch. I’ll buy a new one. I want your pleasure. I didn’t make a request. I gave you an order.” He growls his approval and shifts to reach under him. He moans a sigh of relief when he wraps his hands around his swollen cock.

I can feel my balls drawing in and my spine starting to tingle.

“Need you to come, Darlin’.” I adjust my hips and angle myself to go deeper with each thrust. I can tell by the change in his moaning, I’ve found his sweet spot.

“There it is. Give it to me.” I pump my hips harder, faster. Axel’s mouth opens on a silent scream before he turns his head into the cushion, and a guttural sound pours out of him. I pull out just as my orgasm overtakes me and spill onto his back and ass. Hot ropes of come burst from my cock that are so powerful I have to brace myself on the back of the couch so I don’t crush Axel.

I sit back on my heels when I’m done and run a finger over his ass, smearing my come along his cheeks.

“I can’t wait to do that again later with my hand prints proudly displayed on this ass.” He mumbles unintelligible words, still muffled by the cushion, and I laugh lightheartedly. It seems I was feeling as much stress as he was, and this was the relief I needed, too. “Don’t move. Let me get you cleaned up. I place a kiss in the middle of his back and get wet paper towels to clean us.

As we’re getting dressed, Axel looks at the darker spot on the couch and frowns. I grab his chin as his mouth is opening and smash my lips to his with a searing kiss.

“If you were about to apologize for my couch, don’t. It’s an improvement, and I’m looking forward to fondly remembering how it got there.” He drops his forehead to mine and sighs.

“Okay. Yeah, okay.” He kisses my nose, and I laugh at his playfulness.

“Better?”

“Better. Thank you.”

I pull him into my chest and wrap my arms around him—a simple hug. Axel melts into my embrace, and I hug him a little harder.

“Don’t keep your feelings from us. We can take it. We’re a team, a family. We’re stronger together. Okay?” He answers me with a kiss. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I groan at the interruption.

Lincoln: Out front. Now.