Shit.
“Yeah, take her there, motherfucker,” Maddox grunted, and Sixx looked back to them.
Molly was now seated in the chair, D’s arms curved around her hips, his face shoved up under her raised skirt between her legs, his activities there and his situation muffling his noises, his ass again getting fucked by his man.
“Took your cum three times last night, D,” Maddox told him. “Slept with your cock up my ass, my cock buried in our baby’s pussy. But you wouldn’t let me fuck her. You took my ass all night long to keep your dick hard, making me hard, but you didn’t let me fuck our girl,” he recounted. “All goddamned night long, in service to you, takin’ your cock,” he said, definitely at that precise moment getting his back. “Woke up with you up my ass, you didn’t release my service, only then did you let me fuck our Molly, but only with you jacking inside me, and I went to work with fresh cum up my ass.”
D grunted unintelligibly.
Molly moaned.
Maddox reached around and started stroking D’s swollen, low-hanging dick. “Tonight, boy, you’re gonna sleep with your monster in your mouth and you’re gonna keep it hard. All night.”
D groaned, and his hips jerked back into cock.
He liked it like that too.
“But Molly?” Maddox kept at him. “She’s gonna be strapped in, D. Strapped in and buried deep. All night, you’re gonna take our sweet Molly, and what she’s got for you, she’s never not hard.”
D’s arms pulsed around Molly’s hips and she whimpered, at what was happening or in anticipation of what was going to happen or both.
It didn’t really matter. It all worked spectacularly.
“Your service in the morning will start with me on my back, you on your knees between my legs, bent in service to your Master, blowin’ your man, takin’ my cum down your throat with Molly fucking you up the ass,” Maddox shared.
D’s body spasmed.
“Yeah, my man, I know. You love takin’ us at both ends,” Maddox rumbled approvingly. “But that isn’t it, motherfucker. I’m gonna eat breakfast and suck your cock, and I figure that’ll get me hard again, so you’ll be starting the day with fresh cum buried deep.”
The one-upmanship was seriously something.
Maddox then got down to business, had his shit tight, and not long after, Sixx found herself witness to a three-way simultaneous orgasm.
Exceptional.
After a short recovery, D was pulled up to sit on his man’s cock while Molly straightened her skirt and moved in to her men. First, she made out with D. Then, with his face stuffed in her tits, over his shoulder, she made out with Maddox.
“Almost the best taste in the world,” Maddox whispered when they were done. “Tasting you from him in my mouth. Only thing better, having you right against my tongue.”
“Love you, Mady,” she replied.
“Love you too, baby.”
She pulled back and cupped D’s dazed face. “Love you, my D.”
“Love you too, my Molly,” he muttered, seeming to be attempting, but failing at focusing on her.
You could still tell he meant it because he didn’t fail at sounding sweet.
Molly took the used condom from D and dealt with it before she moved back to the chairs.
During this time, Sixx ascertained station six was still vacant of a new client, and things were culminating in station seven before Molly collapsed in the chair beside her.
Sixx turned to her.
“You good?” Sixx asked a stupid question with a knowing grin.
“Best ever,” Molly mumbled with a goofy smile, eyes aimed to her men. But her face was soft, not just sated from coming, but with something more emotional. “And I’m gonna get better,” she finished quietly.
Sixx looked instantly to the boys.
My, my, my.
D was still sitting on his boy’s dick, jeans still tight at his splayed thighs, his shirt Maddox had spread open so it was almost hanging off his broad shoulders to expose the muscled magnificence of him fully, from corded throat to thick thighs.
Maddox’s arms were around him, one rough thumb rubbing a nipple, one veined hand sliding over boxed abs.
“Maddox,” D muttered, looking away from Molly and Sixx, gaze aimed at the floor.
“Sit on your monster and hush,” Maddox whispered affection ately, now stroking the area around D’s glistening, still-partially-hard cock, an area which Sixx belatedly noted had been shaved.
Maddox was in that same thought process.
“Like you smooth,” he murmured.
D said nothing.
“When you were up inside me last night, D, loved feeling that smooth against me every time you filled me,” Maddox kept going.
D remained silent, but his throat convulsed with a forced swallow.
“Gonna keep you smooth,” Maddox went on.
“Right,” D said low, but terse.
“Like you got this, tie you, shave you, blow you, eat you, fuck you,” Maddox kept at him.
D was silent, but his big body shook with a faint tremble.
He’d gotten off on that.
“I like how you work me, love my boy’s ingenuity, but you’re gonna stay shaved for me because we both know who’s Master.”
Whoa.
That was news.
Dayum.
D didn’t reply.
Maddox swept a hand up D’s chest.
“Love this body,” he murmured.
Suddenly, what was happening outside that room disappeared, and Sixx’s attention was riveted to the players.
“Maddox,” D whispered.
Maddox pulsed up, and D’s rugged, guarded face smoothed out, that’s how much he liked it.
Though it was more.
It was how much he loved being intimately connected to the man who held one half of his heart.
“In a minute, I’m gonna pull out of this sweet ass, and you’re gonna go to the table and spread yourself out for me like you know I like it.”
“Mad—”
“Then I’m gonna do you,” Maddox veritably cooed into D’s ear, his voice now a gorgeous rough velvet. “Fuck yeah, my D. I’m gonna do you. With you laid out for your Master, your Maddox, I’m gonna take my time with that body. Then I’m gonna fuck you and jack you, looking at this fuckin’ beautiful goddamned body, that’s all…” he tweaked a nipple, making D twitch on his cock, “fuckin’” he cupped D’s balls tenderly and on a slight squeeze finished, “mine.”
D’s ass cheeks clenched his man’s cock as he swallowed down a groan.
Maddox put hands to D’s hips and gently pushed him up. “Go, baby. And take off the jeans. But leave the shirt. You know how I like it spread open for me.”
Head bowed, D got to his feet and dropped his jeans on the way to a padded-top, double-wide, wood-based table, climbing up. He lay on his back, cocking a heavy leg high and dropping it to the side, the other leg bent only slightly, also falling to the side, pulling his shirt open to expose himself full body from throat to shoulders to feet.
Serious as all hell, that view was resplendent.
Diesel stared at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling deeply, and Sixx knew that kind of breathing.
It came from the fact he wanted what was coming so bad he couldn’t stand it.
And he was terrified of it.
Maddox had also gotten up and disrobed fully, exposing his magnificent, attractively hairy body, before he headed toward the table.
Molly leaned into Sixx. “They’re both bi,” she said in a very low voice that Sixx knew she didn’t want the boys to hear.
But the men wouldn’t hear. They were in a new zone, the zone, the best there was.
Or Maddox was.
Diesel …
Well, Sixx had a feeling Maddox would get him there.
At least she hoped so.
But Sixx had no idea why Molly was sharing such obvious information.
“Mad is at peace with it. Gets off on it. Says he’s got the best of both worlds. All worlds, actually, since he takes it and gives it. D, he loves us both, but the at peace part? Not so much,” Molly continued.
Sixx looked to her, startled.
He wore hides. He worked Maddox openly, cheerfully, expertly.
And he was subbing magnificently.
How could he not be at peace with his sexuality?
Whoa.