A Subtle Breeze, Bailey Bradford [year 2 reading books .txt] 📗

honey. Can’t fuck you until you get on in Will, and look at Will. He wants you to fuck him so bad, so hard and long. Gonna have to slap that ass a few times while you’re riding him.”

“Ungh, please,” Will whined, shaking his rump. Troy obliged him with three sharp smacks that were every bit as hard as Will liked them to be. Will yelled and raised his butt for each one, even though they left his skin bright, fiery red. Before the last slap finished ringing out, Troy thrust into Will’s hole, giving them both the rough fucking they liked. Sex wasn’t always this way, but when it was, they all revelled in it.

Will’s ass gripped Troy’s length, rippling around it as he sank in balls-deep. Troy loved watching his dick split Will open. He loved the drag against his cock when he pulled out almost completely. He loved everything about fucking Will, and—“Shit,” he hissed. He loved being fucked, too, and Carlos’ cock was thick, thick and long, and pushing through Troy’s pucker. Troy didn’t even think Carlos had his fingers all the way out when he’d started pushing in, because holy hell, that had been some burn, but Carlos was soon holding his hips, and that was good, so good.

It was perfect, better than perfect, if that was possible. Troy kept his hips pressed to Will’s ass and he bent over him, the better to receive Carlos’ cock. As soon as that thick shaft was so deep inside him Troy thought he could taste it, Troy swivelled his hips.

“Damn it,” Carlos huffed. He tightened his grip on Troy, bruising him, marking him, and Troy shivered with the pleasure of being owned by these two men. He owned them just as much, and it was times like this that he knew it in every cell of his DNA.

Carlos thrust in even further and Troy gasped, pleasure shooting through his ass. Will moaned and dropped his head to the seat. His hand was still on his cock, and Troy had to brace himself because he knew it was going to get wild. He grabbed the headrest and got his other hand on to the floorboard just in time. Carlos pulled back, Troy following for a few inches, then Carlos slammed back into him, driving Troy’s cock deep into Will’s ass.

The truck rocked or the Earth moved, or maybe it was just Troy’s head spinning. Whatever, he didn’t have time to figure it out because Carlos set to fucking him like Carlos was starving for it. Probably was—they were all three kind of sluts for each other.

Troy lowered himself enough to drag his teeth over Will’s nape. Will shrieked and followed that up with, “More!”

“Gonna give it to him,” Carlos rasped, ploughing Troy harder.

Troy’s teeth clacked together and he came up to his toes with the force of the fucking. He hammered into Will, each thrust pushing whimpers and curses from him. Troy arched his back, getting a deeper drive in, and Carlos cursed just before he laid a harsh slap to Troy’s backside.

“Oh,” Troy panted, his vision sparking with red and black spots. His balls drew right up, getting ready to shoot him into orbit. “God. Damn!” Whether he actually got the “Again” out, he couldn’t say, but Carlos laid his hand down once more, the sound loud despite their panting.

Troy powered into Will’s ass then like a madman, need ripping through him. Will’s “Uhn uhn uhn,” sounds were driving Troy insane, just like Carlos’ harsh breaths and jabbing hip bones that would leave marks on Troy’s butt. His hole burned and ached from the pounding, and his prostate was about too sensitive for much more. Carlos was nailing that gland consistently.

“Now,” Carlos barked as he shoved in again. He punctuated the order with a pinch to Troy’s hip, and that bite of pain gave Troy just what he needed to come.

Troy howled, his throat aching as he tensed from calves to neck, his cock throbbing. Will’s ass clutched him almost too tight, milking his shaft in irregular constrictions. Will keened, and Troy was jostled by another hard thrust from Carlos. Then Carlos gave that rusty sound he made when he came, and hot cum warmed Troy’s ass deep inside.

Will grunted when Troy collapsed on him. Troy would apologise later, when he could speak. He was doing well to just fucking breathe at this point.

Carlos’ raspy breaths gave Troy a sense of joy, knowing he’d helped push Carlos to that point. Oh, he knew it wasn’t just him. Carlos’ cock might have been up his ass, but Will was just as integral to Carlos’ pleasure as Troy was. The three of them made up a maybe unlikely partnership, but it worked for them, and damn it, they loved each other on top of it all.

“Gotta move,” Carlos warned right before easing his softening dick from Troy’s ass. “Get you two to the ranch, I’m gonna have to show you some more rope tricks.”

Troy’s already aching throat went dry at that promise. Carlos was the only man Troy had ever trusted enough to let tie him up. He was kind of becoming addicted to it.

“Need…to…breathe…” Will got out. Troy stood up, stumbling until Carlos caught him by the shoulders.

“Yeah, y’all make my legs shaky, too,” Carlos said, and it was the easy way he admitted things like that that helped Troy. Carlos was a strong, tough cowboy, but he had no trouble admitting his needs, or the way his men affected him. That he didn’t view those things as weaknesses assuaged Troy’s fears about being a wuss when it came to falling in love.

“Make all of me boneless,” Will mumbled, flopping onto his back and promptly sliding gracelessly to the floor board. “Ouch!” he said as he hit, his legs flying out and arms flailing.

Troy was still more fucked out than agile, but he lunged for Will at the same time Carlos did. Despite thumping into each other, they