Hunter(Zeus's Pack 5)(22)

“Hmm, wet Quinn, let’s suck him dry.” Hunter lowered Tristan, an evil grin splitting his face. “Literally.”

“I have an idea, sirs.” Tristan took off toward the kitchen.

Hunter’s left brow rose high. “What do you think he’s up to?”

“I have no clue.” Quinn looped over to Hunter, right into the man’s arms. Hunter wasted no time. His fingers ran up Quinn’s bare chest, gathering the water droplets along the way. His hand dropped and went around to Quinn’s backside, a finger probing his hole.

“Do it.”

Hunter pulled a tight-lipped half-smile up and thrust a finger in. Quinn tried to climb the man’s body. He managed to get one leg up around Hunter’s waist before he heard a clatter. Tristan stood there openmouthed and breathing heavily. A can of whipped cream rolled to a stop a few feet away. “I think he wants to eat us,” Quinn teased.

“Come here, Tristan.” Hunter held a hand out. Tristan hesitated at first, looking between the two of them, and then took a step forward, and then another. Quinn didn’t wait. He reached out and pulled Tristan into the embrace.

“I want to suck you off.” Quinn growled low in Tristan’s ear. His jellybean nodded, gulped, and then licked his lips.

“That would be pleasant.” Tristan must have realized what he’d said. He began to laugh and cover his beautiful face with his hands.

Quinn tsked, making Tristan blush deeper. “I would hope my mouth would be more than pleasant,” he teased.

“Let’s find out.” Hunter set Quinn aside, pulling both their hands as he led them to Tristan’s room. Quinn wondered if Hunter knew that was the room with the biggest bed.

Quinn pulled his hand free of Hunter’s grasp and dropped to his knees in front of Tristan, mouthing his pink shorts. The bulge was large. Quinn remembered the size from when Tristan walked around naked when first arriving here.

His hole clenched at the thought of having that sausage-size dick in his ass. Quinn peeled away his shorter man’s shorts, Tristan kicking out of his cupcake sandals. When his jellybean reached down to remove his socks, Quinn shook his head. “Leave them on. I think they’re sexy.”

Tristan gasped in surprise as Quinn took his jellybean’s cock into his mouth. For a slim and wiry man, Tristan was hung like a fucking horse. Quinn stretched his lips around the red and leaking head, moaning at the taste that was all Tristan.

“Damn.” Hunter rubbed his cock up and down Quinn’s cheek as Quinn bobbed his head. The male physique had turned Quinn on since hitting puberty. The strong and lean lines, hard-packed muscles, and large cock on a man’s body were worship worthy.

Quinn pulled back from Tristan’s prick and licked the pre-cum from Hunter’s. If Tristan wasn’t so large, he would try to take both into his mouth. Quinn growled when Hunter dropped beside him, licking the trail of pre-cum from his face and then dipping lower to lap at Tristan’s balls.

“Good, googally-goo,” Tristan sang.

His hands were fisted at his side, and his neck muscles pulled tight as Hunter and Quinn dined on him. “The train’s coming in, the train’s coming in…” Tristan sang as he rose to his toes, his hands landing on Quinn’s and Hunter’s heads as his eeked out his release.

Hunter surfaced, lapping at Tristan’s cock, sharing the seed between the two. Quinn waved Tristan’s cock between his mouth and Hunter’s, catching every drop that he could that was pulsing from his jellybean’s orgasm.

Tristan fell backward onto the bed, his body jerking and a sated smile on his face. Quinn slowly raised his eyes, giving Tristan his sexiest smile as he moved slowly onto the mattress, covering his redhead’s body with his.

He planted his hands under Tristan’s arms, pulling his weightless body up and into his arms. He kissed Tristan’s slim throat, their cocks tapping and touching against one another’s.

Tristan wrapped his legs around Quinn’s waist, locking his arms around Quinn’s neck.

“I can’t keep my hands off of you. You’re so damn beautiful.” Quinn ran the fingertips of his hands over Tristan’s back, making his baby shiver. He could feel the scars on Tristan’s back, and it only made him feel closer to his jellybean. It made Tristan even more special in Quinn’s eyes.

“You’re like breathing heaven into my lungs.” Quinn leaned forward, taking Tristan down with him. “I want you. Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” Tristan whispered against Quinn’s lips. Quinn felt the bed dip, Hunter pulling Quinn away from Tristan.