A dreamy sigh tumbles from my lips, and I reopen my eyes to find West beside me too, lying flat on his stomach with his head turned my way. I smile at him.
“How are you so fucking perfect, Lily?” West’s frown does nothing to take away from his handsome face. Before I can answer, Zeke crawls over him, peppering kisses along his spine. West’s eyes roll back and mine widen with fascination. I’ve witnessed how hot Zeke and West are for each other, but they’re both tops, so I’m eager to see where this is going. They’ve never done more than kiss in front of me.
Zeke lies flat on top of him, his heavy weight pressing West’s huge frame into the mattress. He dusts his lips against West’s ear, catching his lobe between his teeth and tugging gently, like a playful puppy. Or maybe a lion cub.
“Will you bottom for me?” Zeke asks in his low, throaty growl as he grinds his hips against West’s ass. Dear mother of god, this is so freaking hot. Hot enough to rouse me from my post-orgasm haze.
West’s mouth falls open on a groan, but he doesn’t answer.
“Come on, West. It’s been so fucking long since you let me fuck you.”
“Lily and Fitch are right there, horndog.”
Based on the heavy breathing coming from Xander, I’m certain he’s asleep. Zeke must come to the same conclusion, because his eyes are on my face. As much as I’d love him to fuck me, I am a little tender. Plus, I’m more than a little interested in watching Zeke and West together.
I fake a yawn, and Zeke’s lips twitch knowingly. “They’re both beat. You fucked them both into oblivion. Come on. You know I can make you come so fucking hard.”
“You do everything hard,” West groans, but his eyes are dark with lust and there’s a wicked smile on his face.
Zeke grinds against West and licks a path from his shoulder to his ear. “I’ll be gentle this time. Promise.”
West sucks in a breath. “You don’t know the goddamn meaning of the word.”
Triumphant. That’s the only word that comes to mind when I see Zeke’s smile. “You’ll fucking love it.”
Chapter
Twenty
WEST
Zeke’s sexy-as-fuck mouth trails a path from the back of my neck down my spine, all the way to my ass. He licks down the seam, and despite the fact that I just came as hard as I ever have in my life, my cock twitches and my balls tingle.
He growls against my skin, and the sound travels straight to my dick. “You have such a hot ass, West. You should let me fuck it more often.”
“Don’t push your luck, Ezekiel.” I hear the snap of a lid opening, and then his slick finger pushes against my asshole. He sinks in to the knuckle, twisting as he inches deeper.
The burning stretch sends hot rivulets of pleasure down my thighs, and I hiss out a breath when he adds a second finger. Zeke’s lips are on my throat now, his weight on top of me while he slides his fingers in and out. “Relax. You know you can take me.”
Fisting my hands in the sheets, I draw deep breaths through my nose, enjoying the endorphins that flood my body. He pushes his fingers deeper, massaging them over my G-spot, and my eyes roll back in my head.
He drags his teeth over my ear. “You love me fucking you, West. Admit it.”
My cock is hard again, leaking precum from the crown. “You know I do.” I grit out the words, my jaw clenched.
“Nobody but me. Ever. Isn’t that right?”
I push my ass back into him, seeking Zeke’s unique brand of pleasure laced with pain.
He growls, grinding his thick cock against my hip as he finger-fucks my ass. “Turn over. I want to look at you while I fuck you.”
I snarl. I fucking hate being told what to do, but I’m too far gone. Too desperate to feel him sinking inside me, knowing he’ll make it even better than what he’s doing now.
He removes his fingers and I flip over. “Good boy,” he says with a wicked grin.
Grabbing his hair, I yank his head back and he grunts. “Don’t fuck with me, Zeke,” I warn him.
He shakes his head from my grip, then climbs between my thighs and pushes them apart with his knees. “Just fuck you, yeah?” His cock is already slick with lube, and he presses the tip against my ass, edging in a little while he trails his tongue and teeth over my chest, lashing at the skin.
He inches deeper and I groan.
Holding his weight on his forearms, he lets his head fall back as he gives me more. “West, you feel so fucking good.”
My balls tighten as the burn of him stretching me gives way to intense euphoria.