The moonlight was shining in the windows, silvering the room.
Through it, they held each other’s eyes.
And fuck, even in the dark, the man was beautiful.
His harsh face smoothed out in the shadows, he wasn’t more beautiful, just a different variety.
D’s cock pulsed as it started to get hard.
He shifted to his side, toward Maddox, and Molly moved, turning her head slowly his way.
“D?” she muttered groggily.
“Go back to sleep, baby,” D murmured.
“Mm,” she hummed, all drowsy, reaching out with limbs to tangle him up with them.
“No, sweetheart,” D said, his eyes still locked on Maddox. “Mad and me are gonna go to the other room.”
At his words, the air in that room got thick and warm.
Molly’s head came up.
Then her body moved, coming his way, sliding over his.
He didn’t hesitate and slid under her, knowing she didn’t just grant permission.
In her way she gave an order.
Her men were gonna do what they were going to do, but in doing it, they weren’t going anywhere.
“D,” Maddox whispered.
Diesel wrapped his fingers at the back of his man’s neck and shoved his still lifted head down.
Then he moved in. Shifting his hand, D bared his teeth and scored the skin of Mad’s neck, down, over the contours of muscle on his shoulder blade, down, along his spine, down, he took a bite at the right cheek of his ass.
Maddox growled.
D’s dick, already hard, twitched.
“Spread,” he grunted.
Maddox opened his legs.
And D’s dick thumped.
Diesel shifted in and moved his mouth to the small of Maddox’s back, reaching between his legs.
He wrapped his fingers around that monster and stroked up the long, rock-solid length, hard.
“Fuck,” Maddox groaned, his body tensing everywhere as Diesel started on a handjob against the mattress, gliding his lips to just above the top of Mad’s crease, a place his man was exceptionally sensitive, where he licked and then sucked. “Fuck,” Maddox bit out, starting to move his hips to ride D’s fist.
D drew on his flesh, moved his mouth, nibbled his ass cheeks, stroked his cock, then shifted away. Fisting back to the root, he tightened, lifting up.
Mad came up on his knees.
Molly emitted a little moan, and it was no wonder.
Maddox on his knees was a thing of beauty.
D’s cock started throbbing.
Maddox began to come up on his hands but Diesel reached out his free hand and bent over him, his cock brushing Maddox’s ass, making D shiver, Mad’s body jump. He wrapped his fingers around the back of Maddox’s neck and pushed.
“Down,” he ordered.
Maddox went down, ass still in the air.
“Stay down,” D commanded.
Maddox didn’t move.
His hand between Mad’s legs, Diesel recommenced stroking.
The weight was heavy, as always, hot to the touch, also as always, those veins popping out so dense, D could trace them even with a closed fist.
Lost in the feel of his man’s meat, the sight in front of his eyes, he rumbled, “Fuck me, love this cock,” tightening his hold around the thick, long length.
Maddox said nothing but his body tensed further as it started trembling.
D went in with some ball massage.
In response, Maddox flexed his feet, digging his toes into the bed as a low, ragged noise rolled up his chest, that noise skating along D’s dick.
Christ, his man.
Fuck.
Diesel let Mad’s balls go, palmed his ass and shoved a thumb inside.
Mad bit back his grunt.
“Love this ass,” he muttered, fucking him with his thumb.
Maddox couldn’t tense enough to hold back the trembling any longer, or his movements. He took the thumb, fucking D’s fist.
“Yeah, show me you like it,” Diesel encouraged, watching the show having to brace himself to hold back from positioning and powering inside just to give his cock what it needed, give himself what he needed.
Maddox went faster, reaching out his hands to push against the headboard, his back muscles shifting and contracting with the movement.
Nice.
“Yeah, brother,” Diesel whispered.
“More,” Maddox whispered back.
D removed his thumb, drove in two fingers, watching Maddox’s head as he did, enjoying as it jerked back.
“Fuck yeah,” Maddox growled, fucking himself, fucking D’s hand.
Diesel was so into the show, he jolted when Molly wrapped her fingers around his dick, coating it in lube, greasing him, preparing him.
She did the job and moved silently away.
The instant she was done, he couldn’t wait any longer. Diesel removed his fingers and replaced them with the tip of his cock, so when Maddox reared back, he took D.
Heat.
Tight and slick and fucking amazing.
Maddox’s head shot back again on a grunt and he came up on his hands.
“Down,” D hissed.
Maddox went down and Diesel went at him. Pulling his hand from between Mad’s legs, going around his side and latching onto that big dick to stroke again, without his arm as an obstruction, he thrust deep.
“Yeah, Christ, fuck, yeah,” Maddox groaned, rearing back into the cock up his ass.
Diesel watched that fantastic body taking his in the moonlight, felt that huge, steel shaft in his hand, the clench and release as Maddox took D up his ass, and he loved that cock, that ass, that body.
But the truth of it was . . .
He loved that man.
“Up,” he clipped. “All the way.”
Maddox pushed up to sitting on D’s dick and D pumped up into him, slow, steady, enjoying the glide, sliding a hand up Mad’s ridged abs, tweaking a nipple, up, to his throat, closing his fingers around the muscles there, feeling his heart beat against D’s palm, strong and fast.
Molly moved in and twisted both Maddox’s nipples. In response, he clamped down on D’s dick and the slow steady glide disappeared as Mad started riding wild.
God.
Fuck.
Yeah.
Goddamned beautiful.
Every inch of him, inside out.
Diesel slid his hand up, clamping under Maddox’s bearded jaw, shoving his head back until it hit D’s shoulder, growling, “Yeah, baby, ride that cock. Ride your man up your ass. Ride me.”
Diesel pulsed up as Maddox drove down, giving him more, getting more, watching over Mad’s shoulder, down the wide, furred chest, the defined stomach as he jacked that gorgeous monster cock, Mad’s thighs spread wide, Diesel’s knees and thighs between them, Mad’s balls slamming into Diesel’s flesh.
Beauty.
Pure beauty.
Perfection.
Absolute.
“Christ, fuck, Christ, fuck,” Maddox grunted, his ass clenching, milking D’s cock, practically hauling it up with him as they fucked, all of it scrambling D’s brain at the same time centering it, fixing it, staking it right there.
In that moment.
Connected.
And then it happened.
Lost in what was happening, D twisted Maddox’s head and there it was.
They looked into each other’s eyes right before Diesel seized Maddox’s mouth.
He shoved his tongue inside, tasting warmth and Mad, jacking up into his man, fisting his dick fast and hard, and swallowing down the snarling rumble as Maddox arched back into D and blew his cum straight up his own chest, shuddering full body even as he kept up the ride.
He sucked D’s tongue hard right before D’s hips slammed into Mad’s ass and his world wiped clear of everything but that suction on his tongue and the release of his seed jetting deep inside his boy.