Page 19 of Phantom Faceoff (Daddies of the League #5)

I love the way his voice breaks when he says, “Please, Daddy.”

Zander leans back on the bed, body on display like something out of a magazine.

“I have a request,” he says, voice low and a little breathless.

“What’s that?”

He licks his lips, eyes darting up and down my body before returning to mine. “If Julian and I are going to cuck you, I want to tie you up.”

We didn’t come prepared for bondage, so we have to make do.

Zander pulls the laces out of one of his shoes and makes a loose knot around my wrists. They’re tied behind my back, my clothes lost to a pile on the floor except for my underwear.

Zander’s breath fans across my shoulder as he finishes his knot, pulling back to let his amber eyes drink in the sight of me. He eyes the tattoos and grabs hold of his cock through the towel; I’m surprised he hasn’t dropped it yet.

“You’re so goddamn sexy,” he says huskily, and the blood that rushes to my face makes my entire chest feel warm.

“Ooh, has Daddy been naughty?” Julian comes practically skipping out of the shower, copper curls thoroughly dried and pulled back into an elastic, and donning a pair of tight red briefs.

The shoe laces aren’t tight enough that I couldn’t get myself out if I wanted, but I tug on them just to be safe. They give slightly, and I do my best to relax.

“Are we ready now?” Julian whines slightly. “I may have spent the last ten minutes opening myself up, and I am horny.”

I chuckle at his enthusiasm. “Ready, Wildfire?”

The heat in Zander’s eyes rivals the nickname, and without a word—standing in the space between the two beds—he yanks Julian to him and slots their mouths together.

Immediately, my heart starts skipping like a scratched up CD—not out of jealousy but white, hot arousal.

Zander is passionate, malleable when we kiss. He’s claws and teeth and tongue, but ultimately he gives in to however I guide him.

With Julian, he’s in control. Hands sliding down his neck and shoulders as he makes a wreck of Jules’ mouth. Their lips are spit-soaked as Julian’s hands glide down Zander’s abdomen to the godforsaken towel.

It falls to the ground, Zander’s cock bouncing free: erect and weeping to be touched. My fingers twitch, aching to reach out, but I ball them up until the pain distracts from the desire.

Jules doesn’t waste any time, gripping and pumping him until Zander has to break away from his mouth to moan out his immense pleasure.

“Z,” Julian gasps, lips latching onto Zander’s neck as he works his cock. “Show Daddy how you stretch me.”

I want to tell him to say please , but Zander doesn’t seem to mind the command. He reaches around Julian to grip his ass, giving it a good squeeze and listening to him whine before pulling down the back of his briefs and spreading his cheeks apart to fit a finger between them.

Julian’s breath comes out choppy and turns to a whimper when Zander pulls back to grab something off the bed.

Lube.

He takes Julian’s mouth again, coating his finger and pressing it against his hole. I can’t see the details, but the way Julian’s legs shake and his cock strains the briefs, he’s clearly enjoying himself.

It’s mesmerizing, watching his hand pump in and out of Julian’s hole, seeing him swallow every pleasured noise.

It’s been years since I’ve had someone inside me. Since thick fingers have stretched me open, and a cock has brushed my walls.

Zander’s fingers retreat, reaching over to the bed again and grabbing a condom packet. He rips it open and slides it down his dick, then turns his focus back to Julian.

He grabs the globes of Julian’s ass tightly and lifts him until he wraps his legs around Zander’s waist. He holds him up with one arm, the other hand lathering his cock in lube.

Once he’s satisfied, he tosses the bottle and slaps both hands on Julian’s ass, devouring his mouth and every filthy sound that falls out.

It’s an erotic sight, watching the two of them touch and kiss.

My cock responds enthusiastically, jumping as Zander raises Julian up just high enough to position his dick at Julian’s entrance.

Jules is a squirming, whining mess, his dick still trapped by his underwear. “Daddy.” He turns his head to look at me, a deep lust brimming in his eyes.

Julian is fucking beautiful. His body is lean and slender, and his whole body gets covered in a dusting of pink when he’s excited. I’ve always been in awe of him. Watching Zander leave hickeys and bite marks over his pale, sensitive skin, it makes my own buzz with desire.

I like holding the reigns. I like that Zander respects that.

Right now? I want to beg him to treat my bodies like Julian’s.

Mark me.

Force me to let him have what I keep holding back.

I’m not ready to share that need—not yet—so I swallow it down along with the shake in my voice.

“Yes, baby?”

His eyes screw shut as he rocks his ass on the tip of Zander’s dick, but Zander doesn’t let him go any further.

“I need to be fucked. Tell him to fuck me. Daddy, please.”

Zander has a wicked smirk on his lips, teasing Julian’s nipples with his teeth. “Sorry, hot stuff,” he says, meeting my eyes as he grinds up against Jules’ hole, making him whimper. “I think Daddy is too busy wishing I was fucking him .”

A growl tears out of my throat, and Zander shivers. “Go ahead, Daddy . Tell me to fuck him. Let me make him scream.”

He really does change to fit his partner’s needs.

That’s more of a turn on than I feel it should be.

“Wildfire.”

He stops his assault on Julian’s body, and more than anything I realize I want to taste them together. I don’t want to just be a bystander.

I push to my feet—hands still locked behind me—and move to stand beside them.

Julian looks at me with a mix of desperation and intrigue.

Zander? He’s all heat, hands physically twitching to pull me in, but he’s got to hold onto Julian.

“You’re so defiant,” I say, and Zander snickers, eyes drifting to my mouth. I’m not sure if he’s thinking of kissing me or putting his cock between my lips, but both add to my arousal.

“You love it,” he says, and I don’t deny it.

My cock brushes his hip, and he thrusts his, tip slipping into Julian’s well prepared hole.

Julian gasps, throws an arm around Zander’s neck and slings the other around mine. It startles me enough that I nearly lose my balance, but then Zander’s arm catches me by the waist.

“Fuck!” Julian shouts, and I look down to see that when Zander rearranged to hold me up, he couldn’t keep Julian suspended, and my best friend is now fully impaled on my boyfriend’s cock.

Hold up. Boyfriend?

Shit, I can’t have that crisis now. Not with Julian moaning and squirming and Zander’s fingers bruising into my side.

“Malachi.” Zander’s chest heaves, but his arms tighten around us.

This wasn’t how I planned tonight going, but with both of their hot breaths mixing on my face, I’m perfectly happy with this change of plans.

“Fuck him,” I say, barely above a whisper. “Bounce him on your dick.”

Zander doesn’t need to be told twice, and it’s erotic as hell to see the muscles in his arm strain as he lifts and drops Julian back down.

“Oh my God.” Julian tightens his grip on us both, moaning loud and unashamed.

I stare down at where they’re connected, watching Zander’s long, thick cock sinking into Julian’s tight heat over and over.

When Zander starts to grunt, and I can see beads of sweat pooling at his temple, I press my mouth to his ear and groan out the words, “throw him on the bed.”

He gives one last rough thrust into Julian’s ass, and when Julian scrambles to put both arms around Zander again, he unwinds his arm from me and uses both hands to pin Julian to the mattress.

Jules bounces a bit, a half-giggle half-moan slipping through his lips as Zander yanks his hips and buries himself inside of him in one motion.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asks me through heavy breaths, fucking into Julian with slow rolls of his hips.

It’s every bit as exciting as I thought it would be, watching the way his body ebbs and flows with rampant desire.

I lick my lips, and push my chest up against Zander’s back. His breathing hitches, rhythm stutters.

“Show me how you’d fuck me, Wildfire,” I breathe into his ear.

He whips his head to the side, and I take his mouth in a fierce, passionate kiss. My teeth dig into his lips, drawing blood, and I lap at it with my tongue.

His hips pick up the pace, slamming so hard into Julian that the slap of skin rings out like a shot in the dead of night. So much so that I begin to worry, but Jules encourages the treatment with a slew of, “yes, please, more.”

“Daddy. Zander. Please.” Julian whines below us, holding his own legs to his chest. “Touch me.”

I chuckle, gazing down at my best friend from over Zander’s shoulder. He’s a wreck of pink, splotchy skin. Little bruises litter his skin. His cock is still trapped by his briefs, and it twitches angrily in its confines.

“Wildfire.” I kiss the side of his neck, enjoying the way his body trembles with every breath in. “On your knees.”

It’s beautiful how easily he gives in. How he frees himself from Julian’s hole despite the other’s protests. How he goes down with a quiet thud, his fingers digging into my thigh as he looks up at me waiting on my next request.

All I can think—with his eyes on me and his teasing fingers slipping just slightly beneath the fabric of my boxers —is that I am royally fucked.