Page 76 of Shadow Waltz
I let my tongue slide over his bicep, tasting the salt of his skin, inhaling his scent. I mouthed at his arm, biting down just hard enough to draw a hiss from his lips. “That’s it,” he groaned, pushing his pit into my face, encouraging me to worship. “Lick it up—make it sloppy. Don’t hold back.”
I did as he asked, dragging my tongue through the sweat-soaked hollow, sucking and licking, breathing him in, letting my cheek press to the heat of his muscle. Reddick watched, hands gripping my hips, pulling me back against his cock, hard and heavy, grinding against my ass in slow, controlled thrusts that made my knees tremble.
Reddick reached around, stroking my cock with one hand while the other traced the lines of Troy’s ink on my chest. “You like the way he tastes, don’t you?” Reddick teased, voice full of filthy promise. “You’re going to have both of us tonight. Every inch.”
Troy hooked a thumb under my chin, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “Open up, pretty boy,” he ordered. “I want to feel that mouth. Show us what you can do.”
I opened, letting him slide his cock past my lips, tasting the salt and heat of him. He was thick and heavy, and I worked him slow, tongue swirling, sucking gently as he rocked his hips. Reddick’s hands never left my body, stroking and teasing, slipping fingers between my cheeks, brushing my hole, making me moan around Troy’s cock.
“Look at you,” Troy groaned, hips rocking. “So fucking eager. You ever had two men want you this much?”
I pulled off, letting spit drip down my chin, and smirked up at him. “Not like this. Never like this.”
Reddick bent close, lips grazing my ear. “Keep going. I want to see you take him deep. I want to see your mouth wrecked. But don’t think you’re done with me yet.” He bit my shoulder again, sucking a bruise into the skin.
Troy guided himself back into my mouth, his hands threading into my hair, holding me steady as he fucked my mouth slow and deep, never rough enough to hurt, but enough to make my jaw ache and my cock leak. He whispered filth as I took him—how good I looked, how tight and hot my mouth felt, how he wanted to come down my throat and watch me swallow every drop.
Reddick’s fingers worked me open with lube, pressing deep, scissoring, stroking my prostate until I shuddered, body caught between the two men, lost to the pleasure of their hands, their mouths, their praise. “You feel how tight he is?” Reddick said to Troy, watching his fingers disappear inside me. “He’s clenching like he needs to be filled, desperate for it.”
Troy pulled out, cock slick with spit, and crouched down to kiss me, his lips rough and claiming, tongue thrusting into my mouth as if to taste himself. “You want both of us, don’t you?” he breathed, fingers stroking my jaw. “Want to be worshipped, want to be used?”
“Yes,” I gasped, need crackling through my veins, thighs shaking with how much I wanted them, how badly I needed every inch of their attention.
Reddick pressed his cock between my cheeks, grinding, then pushing the head in, just a little, making me arch and whimper. “You’ll get everything you want, sweetheart,” he promised, voice a low growl. “But first, you’re going to make both of us lose our minds. Don’t stop until we say.”
Troy stood, cock hard and leaking, and pressed it to my lips again, while Reddick held me steady, fingers digging into my hips as he began to fuck me, slow and deep.
I took them both—mouth and ass, every inch, every filthy word—worshipping their bodies with hands, tongue, lips, and every ounce of hunger I possessed, letting them see exactly what they did to me, exactly how much power they had—if only for tonight.
Reddick’s thrusts grew rougher, fingers digging into my hips, sweat slicking his chest and arms, silver hair falling wild across his brow. His face was all hunger and restraint—lips parted, jaw clenched, eyes burning every time I looked up at him. He leaned over, breath hot against my spine, mouthing at my neck, whispering, “You love this, don’t you? Getting used by both of us. Look at the mess you’re making.”
Troy gripped my jaw, guiding his cock across my lips, slapping it against my cheek before pressing it back into my mouth. “Open up, let me see that tongue. God, you look so fucking pretty like this. Look at me when you take it.”
I obeyed, hollowing my cheeks, eyes locking on his as I swallowed him down, tears stinging my eyes with every deep thrust. He brushed my cheek with his thumb, jaw tight, biting his lip as pleasure and control warred in his gaze.
Reddick shifted, grabbing Troy by the nape and yanking him down for a kiss—rough, claiming, mouths crashing together with teeth and tongue, the kind of kiss that tasted like challenge and old rivalry and something dirtier. Troy groaned, one hand buried in Reddick’s silver hair, their bodies pressed tight over my back. The sight made my cock throb, slick with precome and need.
“Yeah, you like that?” Reddick growled, breathless, breaking the kiss to look down at me, smirking. “You want to see him fuck my mouth, too?”
Troy grinned, dark and feral. “On your knees in front of me, man. Let’s show him how it’s done.”
Reddick pulled out of me with a gasp, a slick sound, and knelt in front of Troy, his strong hands gripping Troy’s thighs, mouth parting as he took Troy’s cock, tongue swirling, lips stretched wide. Troy watched him with an almost savage pride, groaning, “Fuck, you look good with your mouth full. Take it deeper. Show him what you can do.”
My gaze darted between them, watching the older man’s cheeks hollow as he worked Troy’s length, spit slicking his chin, silver hair a mess in Troy’s fists. Every so often, Reddick looked up at me, eyes glassy and wild, moaning around the thick shaft as Troy bucked into his throat, barely holding back.
I couldn’t help myself—my hand wrapped around my cock, stroking in time with their rhythm, breath coming hard and fast. The whole room pulsed with heat and filth, the air thick with sweat, musk, and the sound of flesh and mouths and groans.
But suddenly, I wanted more than just to be filled—I wanted to own a piece of this. I wanted to show them what I could do.
I crawled up, body slick with sweat, and pressed a hand to Reddick’s shoulder, digging my nails into the thick muscle there. He was still kneeling, working Troy’s cock with his mouth, lips stretched wide, silver hair falling into his eyes, every inch the seasoned silver fox undone and wild for pleasure. The sight—his powerful body, so disciplined and strong, willingly taking another man into his mouth—sent a bolt of need straight through me.
“Switch,” I growled in his ear, grabbing a fistful of his hair, not asking so much as commanding. “On your hands and knees. I want to see you beg.”
Reddick let Troy’s cock slide free with a gasp, spit connecting his mouth to the flushed head. He looked over his shoulder, eyes blown wide and wild, lips slick. “You want to fuck me now?” he rasped, voice wrecked, hungry.
I bit his ear, biting hard enough to make him gasp. “Yeah. Want to see you open up for me. Want to hear you say you need it.” My voice was all heat and hunger—dirty, confident, raw. “You’ve been talking big, but you’re the one desperate for it, aren’t you?”
He groaned, dropping to his elbows, arching his back, presenting himself with no shame. “Do it,” he growled, voice thick with challenge. “If you think you can handle me.”