Page 77 of Shadow Waltz
Troy smirked, dragging his thumb across Reddick’s spit-slick lips, feeding him his cock again. “Don’t make him wait,” he rumbled, voice low and dark. “You’ve got him wide open for you, Ash. He wants to be filled up while he sucks me off. Make him feel it.”
I grabbed lube from the table, slicking my cock, then lined myself up, teasing the head against Reddick’s hole, pressing in slow and steady. He pushed back, greedy for it, gasping around Troy’s cock as I bottomed out, hips flush to his ass.
“God, you’re tight,” I groaned, leaning over him, teeth sinking into his shoulder, sweat dripping down both our bodies. “Look at you, taking both of us—so fucking hungry. Bet you love being spit-roasted, huh?”
He moaned, hips rocking back into me, face buried against Troy’s thigh as he swallowed him deep. Troy fisted Reddick’s hair, holding him steady, voice full of dark pride. “That’s it. Take it, old man. Suck me while he fucks you. Thought you were always in control, but look at you now.”
Reddick groaned, muffled by Troy’s cock, every sound sending vibrations through both of us. I started to move, thrusting slow and deep, watching the muscles ripple under his skin—shoulders broad, back arched, ass firm and perfect as I drove into him.
I dug my nails into his hips, marking him, using my grip for leverage as I picked up the pace. The slap of skin, the wetsounds of Reddick sucking Troy, the filthy encouragement—it all crashed together, making my cock throb inside him.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” I demanded, slapping his ass. “Tell him how good it feels, getting taken by both of us.”
He pulled off Troy’s cock long enough to pant, “Fuck—harder. You feel so fucking good—don’t stop. God, I want you deeper. Fill me up, Ash. Use me.”
I laughed, low and dark, slamming into him, sweat flying. “That’s more like it. You want it rough? I’ll give it to you. Gonna fuck you till you can’t stand, till all you can think about is my cock.”
Troy grunted, thrusting back into Reddick’s mouth. “He’s a natural, isn’t he? Look how much he loves it. Never thought I’d see the day.” His hand drifted to my face, brushing sweat-soaked hair from my brow, his gaze heavy with heat. “Don’t hold back, Ash. Make him scream.”
I pounded into Reddick, angling my hips, making sure he felt every inch, every thrust. His face was flushed, jaw slack, spit shining on his lips as he choked and moaned around Troy’s cock. The sight was enough to push me closer—every muscle tight, every nerve burning.
Troy pulled out with a gasp, hand gripping Reddick’s jaw, smearing spit and precome across his lips. “Your turn,” he rumbled, eyes locked on mine. “Switch.”
We moved as if we’d done it a hundred times—Troy sliding behind Reddick, spreading him wide, guiding his thick cock to that well-used hole, while I pulled Reddick upright, pressing him to my chest. My cock, wet and slick, slid across Reddick’s abs as I kissed him—hard, messy, all teeth and tongue and breathless want.
Troy didn’t wait—he pushed in with one powerful stroke, burying himself deep. Reddick threw his head back, groaning loud and shameless as Troy started to fuck him, rough andrelentless. I wrapped my hand around Reddick’s cock, stroking in time with Troy’s rhythm, watching the silver fox unravel, body shuddering, sweat rolling down his spine.
“Look at you,” I breathed, licking the sweat from his jaw, kissing along his collarbone. “Getting ruined twice in one night. Tell us how it feels.”
“Fucking—perfect,” he gasped, hips jerking as Troy pounded into him from behind, every slap of flesh a dirty symphony. “Don’t stop. Don’t—oh, fuck—yes.”
Troy grunted, voice rough with pleasure. “He’s so fucking tight, Ash. Feels like he’s milking me. God, I could do this all night.”
I pressed a kiss to Reddick’s temple, dragging my tongue up to his ear. “Come on, old man. Show us how hard you can fall apart.”
Troy picked up the pace, driving deep, hands gripping Reddick’s hips so hard they’d bruise. I stroked Reddick faster, loving the way he bucked and moaned, lost in pleasure and sensation. Sweat dripped from all of us, breath mingling, bodies moving in perfect, desperate sync.
Reddick’s eyes rolled back, mouth dropping open. “Fuck, I’m close—don’t stop, please—need to come—want to come?—”
“Do it,” Troy growled, slamming into him.
Reddick jerked in my arms, crying out as he came, cock pulsing, spilling across his chest and my hand. I kissed him hard, swallowing his moans as Troy lost it, shuddering, filling Reddick with a savage, guttural groan.
Troy eased out, breathing hard, sweat dripping down his chest, face a mask of satisfaction. Reddick looked up, pupils blown wide, lips still red and swollen.
“You know what to do,” I whispered, stroking myself, guiding my cock to his mouth.
He opened willingly, tongue out, taking me deep and swallowing everything I had left. I came with a growl, spilling over his tongue, hips stuttering as he took it all, never breaking eye contact.
He licked me clean, then turned to Troy, repeating the worship, tongue dragging over Troy’s length, swallowing every last drop. Troy groaned, hand tangled in Reddick’s hair, muttering praise and filthy thanks.
Finally, I helped Reddick to his feet, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. I grabbed a towel, gently wiping the sweat and come from his skin, hands lingering on every bruise, every mark we’d left behind. Troy did the same, careful hands full of silent gratitude and respect.
Reddick leaned into the touch, letting us clean him up, his body loose and sated, eyes soft for the first time all night. For a moment, the room was just heat and breath and the unspoken promise that this wasn’t just about fucking—it was about being seen.
We dressed in silence, the afterglow heavy but comfortable. As Troy zipped his pants and slipped his shirt back on, I pulled Reddick close for one final, lingering kiss, tasting the salt of his skin, the heat still burning in his veins.
“Next time, maybe you’ll remember who made you scream,” I whispered against his mouth, lips brushing his.