Molly was so right.
It was beautiful.
Things started to get critical, going faster, harder, deeper, and Maddox broke the kiss so both of them could breathe, but he didn’t go very far away.
“Yeah, baby?” he whispered.
“Yeah, Mad,” D whispered back.
Yes.
Beautiful.
Maddox moved to slow, smooth, thorough strokes, obviously wanting to draw out the experience, give himself more, give D more.
“Love your ass.” D arched into him and Maddox groaned, pulling hard on his man’s dick. “Love this cock.”
Unfortunately, this tripped something in Diesel. His hand, still at Maddox’s neck, suddenly fisted in his hair, and Sixx sensed the change immediately.
And automatically mourned it.
Maddox sure didn’t miss it.
“Need it rough?” he asked instantly.
“Yeah,” D grunted.
“My boy need to submit?” Maddox went on.
“Fuck yeah,” D groaned.
Abruptly, Maddox straightened and looked down at D, placing his hands on the insides of his knees, spreading him impossibly wider.
With no choice, D’s ass tilted up with the move, and a sound of pained hunger rocketed from his chest as Maddox started pumping in harder.
“You gonna submit?” Maddox asked, his thrusts now fast and going wild.
“If you make me,” Diesel dared.
Maddox pulled out, flipped D violently, hauled up his hips, and bumped his thighs wide with a knee. With him in position, Maddox slammed up his ass, mounting him fully by curving over his back, hand curled around the back of D’s neck and staying there, forcing him face down to the table, pounding into him.
“Yeah?” he bit off.
“Yeah,” D pushed out.
Sixx thought the loss of what they’d had was wretched.
She also thought Maddox giving it up because Diesel needed him to was an amazing display of love.
“Who’s up inside you?” Maddox demanded.
“You, Maddox.”
Maddox started pummeling, each drive forcing a grunt from D. “Who?”
“Master. My Master’s taking my ass.”
“You like him up there?”
“Yeah. Fuck yeah.”
“You need him up there?”
“Oh yeah, fuck yeah, need that monster cock.”
“Whose cock?” Maddox demanded.
“Your cock.”
Maddox started seriously pistoning, and Diesel’s grunts started grating.
“Whose cock, goddammit?” Maddox pushed.
“My Master’s cock. My ass needs my Master’s cock. I need my Master’s cock.”
“So you submit?” Maddox asked.
“I submit, Mad.”
“Then submit, D. Beg your Master to fuck your ass,” Maddox ordered, even though he hadn’t stopped doing just that.
“Take my ass. Fuck it. Fuck me. Please, Master, don’t fucking stop. Keep goddamned fucking me.”
“Stay down, motherfucker,” Mad ordered, put a hand into the table for leverage, the hand at D’s neck he moved to his cock, and he jacked him and kept fucking him entirely differently than he’d been doing.
Sixx looked to Molly, who felt her gaze and gave Sixx her own.
“Still totes hot,” she said softly. “But sad. Though it was nice having it while it lasted.”
She was “totes” right.
“Up,” Maddox ordered, gaining both women’s eyes. “Hands behind your head.”
D complied.
Maddox hauled him around so they had D’s impressive front, not the men at their sides, doing this still connected, which was an awe-inspiring feat.
Maddox latched on to the dick and balls bobbing in front of him and went at them, pulling and squeezing both ruthlessly.
“Christ, yeah,” D exploded, starting to move violently, meeting the thrusts at his ass.
“You know you’re taking a huge-ass plug, keeping my cum inside you, wearing that home for me.”
D just grunted and kept doing it.
“You gave me three loads last night, you take this one, we’re done here. When I get you home, D, I’m bending you over the kitchen table at my seat, so I can think of having your ass there, full of me, while I eat, and I’ll give you one more load. Now bow your fucking head when you’re taking me.”
D bowed his head, groaning, “I need to come, man.”
“You’re not gonna come.”
“I need to come, Maddox.”
“You’re,” deep, slow, brutal stroke that jolted D’s entire body, “gonna,” another, “hold.”
Back to pistoning.
“Fuck me,” D growled.
“That’s what I’m doin’, my man.”
“Condom,” D bit out.
“No. You’re gonna shoot for Molly. You’re gonna give our girl your cum. We’ll clean up after.”
“Mad—”
“Take your monster. You love it. Take it.”
“Maddox—”
“Tell me you love it.”
“I love it,” D grated, now bucking sadistically into the thrusts he was taking.
“Tell me you love my cock deep up your ass,” Maddox commanded.
“I love your cock deep up my ass. Fuck yeah, I love it buried deep,” D rasped out. “Fuck, Maddox, I need to blow.”
“Take it and hold.”
“Christ.”
“Take it and hold.”
“Fuck, baby,” D begged. “Let me blow.”
Maddox fucked a “baby” out of his man.
Sixx almost smiled.
And that did it.
“Take … my … load,” Maddox’s last word was a groan as he blew and so he had to force out a coarse, “Go.”
Maddox moved with him as D came fully up on his knees and arched madly, buttocks clenching his man so hard up his ass, through his orgasmic groans, Maddox’s throat exploded with a harsh grunt. His head hiked back while D shouted out his climax, Maddox’s unceasing hands pulling at him and squeezing him, and Diesel shot cum across the table phenomenally as they both experienced exquisite release.
Now that she was taking vitamins, Sixx needed to find out what these boys took. Whatever it was packed a punch.
Yowza.
They shook with their aftershocks, chests moving deeply, and the comedown took a while before Maddox slid a tender hand up D’s chest, around to his back, where he shoved him down, face to the table, and kept stroking up his ass, now slowly.
It was then it hit Sixx that Maddox had given D everything Diesel had forced him to promise to give the night before.
Which was everything Diesel wanted to take.
He might not be creative, but God, he loved his man.
“Molly, baby, bring me Diesel’s plug,” Maddox ordered softly.
“Okay,” she murmured.
Maddox looked down to D.
“Good?” he asked.
“Yeah, man,” Diesel replied.
“Had a chance to think of payback?”
“Mind’s been somewhat occupied, bro. So not yet, but it’s gonna rock your world.”
Maddox chuckled, still moving inside D, looking down at the man before him with a gentle face and love in his black eyes, something Sixx had not seen him give Diesel openly, except that sadly short time they were making love.
Then Maddox took his shot.
“You know I live for two things, this ass and her pussy.”
There was a hesitation, a tightening of D’s body, before he whispered, “I know, buddy.”
He said no more, and because he didn’t, the new look on Maddox’s face tore at Sixx’s heart.
God, they were killing her.
Molly arrived with the plug.
Maddox took it, and she sat on the edge of the table, running her fingers through D’s hair, which caused him to turn his head and look up at her, keeping his position bowed in front of his Master, probably not cognizant of all that said, especially Maddox still moving inside him, claiming what was his in a moment of calm.
D gave Molly a grin.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he said gently.
“Hey, my D,” she replied, gazing at him adoringly.
Maddox pulled out, D’s thighs tightened when he took his plug, and then Maddox slapped D’s ass, giving him permission to be at ease. “Get dressed, my man, time for a drink, recuperation, and I’m back at you at home.”
Diesel, Sixx noticed, gave Molly a hard kiss, not Maddox, and he didn’t look at Sixx at all as he climbed off the table and headed to his jeans.
Molly set about cleaning up her man’s cum.
Sixx rose from her chair and aimed her eyes out the window at nothing, giving them privacy to get themselves sorted.