Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
After giving Lane a deep kiss, I slipped him off my lap and stood up. It put me right in front of Macklin, and he bit his lip and looked up at me.
I smiled faintly and cupped his cheek as a hundred different thoughts flitted past in his gaze. Few things were hotter than a guy high on anticipation. He trembled a little bit, and I leaned down and brushed my lips over his.
He sucked in a breath and tentatively put his hands on my hips.
The ice-cold air and the hot water worked for me. The best temperature play we could have in the background, even more so with the constant billowing of steam. Shivers traveled through us, goose bumps appeared on our arms, and our senses were heightened.
He shuddered violently as I deepened the kiss and slowly swept the tip of my tongue around his. He snuck his hands up my chest, and I dropped mine. I felt he was still holding the bottle of lube, so I reached back and grabbed it from him.
Behind his back, I squeezed some lube into my hand and noticed it was thicker than usual. Fucking perfect—we wouldn’t have to reapply a bunch.
“Oh fuck,” I heard Lane whimper. “Please, Sir.”
“Shh, sweet boy. I’ll be takin’ my time,” Walker murmured.
My cock grew harder. And I changed our direction. I wanted us right next to Walker and Lane. I had to see them, and I was sure Macklin wanted that too. But first—
He gasped into the kiss when I slipped a coated finger between his ass cheeks and right inside him. Followed by a second and a third finger. Jesus fuck, what was it with these boys and their irresistible little asses? Macklin locked his arms around me and moaned as we made out, and though I wanted nothing more than to just let go and follow my instincts again, I had to make this evening last. I didn’t wanna be the two-pump chump in a hot tub orgy.
On the other hand, we could always recover and go again.
Right? Oh fuck, maybe not. I felt my face scrunch up as pains shot up my leg, and I fell back into the water and just barely had time to yank Macklin with me. He cried out while I drilled my cock deeper into his ass, which wasn’t my damn intention; I just needed to straighten out my leg. Holy fuck, holy fuck.
“Quit movin’, pet,” I groaned. “Wait, wait, wait—son of a bitch, leg cramp!”
These boys were gonna be the fucking death of me.
Lane choked on a laugh—or on Walker’s cock. Walker burst out a gruff guffaw.
“It ain’t funny!” I leaned forward and smashed my face against Macklin’s back, and I tried to massage the pain from my thigh.
“I think he broke my ass,” Macklin panted. “Master, he broke my ass.”
“I’m fairly sure he didn’t, love,” Walker chuckled. “Jesus Christ, you two. Lane, I think we need to help them.”
Yeah, I needed all the help. I was losing my damn mind. My brain was mush, a sluggish mush, after that orgasm, and then everything went to shit when my leg started cramping. Fuck. I kept rubbing the side of my thigh, feeling it spasming a little. Meanwhile, my cock was still buried in Macklin’s ass, and he was trying to move. He hadn’t gotten off yet, I assumed.
Walker came over to me and grabbed my face, and then I was staring up into his grinning mug. “My darling fool.” He gave me a big smooch. “What can I do for you?”
“Gin,” I managed to get out. “Give me the gin.”
“That seems wise.” He nodded once before he went to grab it on the other side of the tub. “Oh—what’s the purpose of the snowball?”
Oh, right.
I took a steadying breath and felt Lane’s accusing look.
“Daddy!”
“What? I wanted to see if I could push it inside someone,” I replied in my defense. Even Macklin looked back at me at that, all incredulous-like. “It’s a Dom thing!”
I could count on my man. Walker didn’t reject the idea at all. He turned it in his hand and returned to me—with the gin bottle.
“Macklin, my love. Didn’t you say Ty broke your ass?” he wondered.
Now we’re talkin’.
“What—no!” Macklin yelled. “Are you fucking—” He promptly shut up, maybe because Walker cocked the Dom brow. That, too, was a thing.
The pain finally faded, and I groaned at the sheer relief. Before I knew it, Walker hauled Macklin off me, and Lane climbed on with a towel.
“Lemme clean the lube off so I can suck you a little,” he said.
I swallowed against the dryness in my throat, uncapped the Hendrick’s bottle, and nodded. “Yeah, okay.” I had a good boy.
Seconds later, as I took a big swallow of gin, we were treated to the wails of Macklin when Walker shoved snow up his asshole.