He jumped when the door flew open, ready to kick Jasper out. Hunter sauntered in, a big shitty ass grin spreading across his face. “Where is this naked man?”
“Right here.” Tristan tossed the pillow aside, putting the straw hat back on his head. “I thought you would leave me brain-dead.” He giggled, forgetting all about Jasper and his cousin.
Hunter growled low and sexy, making Tristan’s half-hard cock come back to life. He lay back on the bed, spreading his legs wide. “See anything you like?”
Hunter nodded, a smirk pulling at his mouth. “Your sandals, love the unicorn pattern.”
“Why, thank you, it’s my idea of sexy lingerie.” Tristan ran his hands down the plane of his stomach, dipping them between his legs and pulling at his pubic hair. “Anything else you like?”
“The hat, it’s a big-ass turn-on.”
Tristan rolled his eyes. “I was thinking a little more between the sandals and hat.”
“The socks.” Quinn chuckled as he closed and locked the door behind him. “It makes you ovulating more erotic, especially the loud orange color.”
“Ovulating?” Hunter looked from Quinn to Tristan. “Do I even want to know?”
Tristan shrugged, pulling and squeezing at his heavy and leaking cock. “I had to get him here somehow.” He took a deep breath when Hunter unsnapped his jeans, pushing them down to his thighs, grabbing the base of his cock. Tristan could see his balls were already tight to his body. His mate took a seat on the bed.
“Are you prepared, or do I need to get you ready?”
“I’m ready. I took care of that in the shower.” He licked his bottom lip, staring at Hunter’s large cock. “Can I get some of that? He pointed at the leaky mushroomed-shaped head.
“You’re gonna get more than some. Why don’t you come sit in my lap?” Hunter slid his jeans down to his ankles and held his hands out to Tristan. He tried to sit on Hunter’s lap facing him, but Hunter shook his head. “Face Quinn, rainbow.”
Tristan turned around, seeing Quinn’s cock exposed and in his hand, slowly stroking his dick as pre-cum trickled from the slit. Quinn walked forward and knelt in front of Tristan, cupping his face with his work-worn hands, nipping at Tristan’s lips as he pulled him further away from Hunter. Tristan stretched forward, chasing Quinn’s sweet taste.
Hunter fumbled under him, and then he felt the tip of Hunter’s cock pressing at his hole. Tristan grabbed Quinn’s neck, crushing their lips together as Hunter entered him. “Oh god.” He panted into Quinn’s mouth.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Quinn brushed the hair from Tristan’s eyes as he gently smiled at him.
Tristan’s lungs stopped as his chest grew heavy. He stared into Quinn’s beautiful eyes, seeing what he hoped was love. Was it? Or was it wishful thinking?
“I love you, Quinn.” Tristan held his breath, praying he wasn’t going to be rejected.
“I love you, too, jellybean.” Quinn smiled, making Tristan’s world come alive. He stared at Quinn as his mate rose to his feet, cupped his chin, and puckered his lips into a kiss, smacking them at Tristan and winking. “Now I have an issue I need you to take care of.” Quinn tapped his cock at Tristan’s lips.
“Fuck, that looks good.” Hunter grunted from behind Tristan. He wanted to turn around and tell Hunter he loved him, but Hunter began thrusting harder, making Tristan forget what year it was. Tristan wrapped his lips around Quinn’s cock, feeling a deeper connection to his mates now that he knew how much they cared about him.
Hunter may not have said the words yet, but his actions told Tristan how much he did care. He’d take that for now. Tristan ran his hands up the hard ridges of Quinn’s abdomen, taking him further down his throat.
Quinn hissed, running his fingers behind Tristan’s ear in an intimate play. “Jellybean,” Quinn murmured.
Hunter kneaded Tristan’s hips, sniffing at his back, using his tongue to leave a wet trail up Tristan’s spine.
Tristan was so lost in these two. He’d die a thousand deaths if he ever lost either of them. Not even Xavier made him feel this sensual, this sexual, or this desired. Quinn said he loves me echoed through Tristan’s mind as he formed a tight suction around Quinn’s cock and took as much as he could into his mouth, feeling the head of Quinn’s cock hitting the back of his throat.
Hunter pulled back and then pushed his cock all the way to the root inside Tristan’s ass, hitting his prostate every other stroke.
“Now, jellybean, now,” Quinn said between clenched teeth. Tristan slammed his ass down on Hunter’s cock as he drank Quinn’s seed.