had just gotten out of the shower.
Jett looked slightly annoyed. “You’re not very good at following people.” Kirill snorted. Jett wasn’t done. “You did get back with Derreck faster than I expected, though.” His gaze slid Derreck’s way. “I expected him to put up a fight.”
“Why?” Derreck sounded calm and steady. Kirill was fascinated by him.
A sexy smirk touched Jett’s lips. His eyes swam with laughter. Kirill couldn’t stop looking between them. They knew each other. Understood each other. Kirill almost walked away and left them to it. Then, as one, they looked his way. Kirill felt stripped bare. He had been humming with desire for too long now. Kirill nearly panted beneath the combined power of their stares.
“Get inside.” Even Kirill heard the growl to his voice. The pair immediately obeyed. Kirill calmly closed the door behind him as he stalked them inside. Derreck worked on the buttons on his shirt. Jett stood still—like waiting for his orders.
Derreck spoke without looking up from his task. “You should both start stripping. I’m impatient.”
Kirill lost the battle against himself. His hand went to his stomach. He tried pressing the flutter into submission. Derreck was in his element now. He was in charge. Kirill peeled off his shirt. Derreck and Jett did the same. The ability to function left Kirill. They were complete opposites. Jett was small and tight. He had a lean runner’s body that made Kirill’s mouth water at the thought of how flexible he must be. Derreck was wide, cut, and thick. He looked carved from stone. His dark skin looked even darker as his massive arms clasped around Jett. His oddly colored amber gaze locked on Kirill as he pulled Jett back against his chest and went to work on Jett’s jeans. He boldly held Kirill’s stare as he slid Jett’s zipper down. Jett visibly fought the urge to squirm as a flush rose on his cheeks. Derreck set Jett’s erection free.
“Hurry, Kirill.” Jett sounded needy and desperate, shaking Kirill from his trance.
His hands went to his waistband. Kirill’s motions slowed. He might never get this chance again. Kirill wanted them to keep him, so he didn’t rush. Instead, Kirill made a show of stripping away the remainder of his clothing. He palmed his cock and stroked while Derreck mimicked him with Jett’s erection. Jett whimpered.
Derreck nodded towards the couch the instant Kirill was nude. “Sit.”
Kirill moved to do as told.
Derreck kissed Jett’s neck. They spoke quietly to each other, making Kirill desperate to know the words they exchanged. With a nod, Jett kicked his way out of his jeans and crossed the room. Kirill couldn’t look away. His hand automatically went to his dick. Kirill was so turned on, he couldn’t think. He needed relief. Jett moved to stand between Kirill’s feet. Then he dropped to his knees. A pant escaped Kirill without his permission. He nearly came as he watched Jett lean forward. Jett held his stare until the last second before his lips locked around Kirill’s cock. Kirill sucked in a sharp breath, nearly choking himself. He shot a desperate glance toward where Derreck had been. He was gone. Kirill couldn’t think straight with his dick hitting the back of Jett’s throat. Everything took on a surreal edge. That feeling doubled when Derreck reappeared.
Nude—like a goddamn sexy god, Derreck moved toward them. His entire body was huge and hard. A condom covered his cock. It shimmered with lube. Derreck set one knee next to Kirill on the couch and claimed Kirill’s mouth. It was a hungry kiss. It stole Kirill’s breath.
Derreck pulled away. He looked so intense that Kirill could barely breathe beneath his stare. “Fuck Jett’s throat. He can take it.”
The vibration of Jett chuckling at Derreck’s claim around his dick had Kirill’s hips leaving the couch, seeking more. All Kirill could do was watch as Derreck moved to his knees behind Jett. Jett made room for him. Kirill couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of Derreck playing with Jett’s ass, stretching him. Derreck positioned his cock against Jett’s asshole. His chin lifted. Their gazes collided over Jett’s willing body. Derreck thrust forward in one powerful strike, lifting Jett from the floor with the impact of being impaled. Jett moaned around Kirill’s erection.
Kirill’s eyes fell shut. “Jesus.”
At his breathless curse, Derreck changed angles and thrust again. Jett went from giving a competent blowjob to a passionate bombshell. He yanked Kirill’s hips forward, forcing his knees wider and his ass to the edge