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“Use me,” I whimper in that innocent tone that belies what I’m doing.

“I get so hard when you talk like that,” Nick growls. “Do sweet boys like being used as a fuck toy?”

My cheeks heat at what he’s insinuating, it’s embarrassing but my cock thickens. Oh God. I reach for my dick and stroke myself, not sure I’ll be able to come again but willing to try.

“Answer me,” Nick demands, wrapping a hand around my throat and pulling me until my back is arched and I’m almost leaning against him.

“Yes, use me,” I sob, overwhelmed but knowing I need this release, I need him to force me.

“Your hole is sloppy with your own cum, Joey.”

His dirty talk goes straight to my balls. I’m achingly hard again and ready to burst. My brain can’t process his words and the sensations and how much I like all of it.

“Show me how much you like being a fuck toy. Squeeze your used ass around my cock and make me come.” The palm of his hand presses against my throat while his fingers dig into my jaw and cheeks. Nick bites my earlobe and pulls, forcing more sensation on my body until I can’t tell which way is up and my balls empty, shooting cum onto the floor and the door. My body tightens and Nick grunts, his last few thrusts harder than just a minute ago as he fills my ass.

My knees buckle, and I fall forward against the door to stay standing. Nick leans against me too, both of us panting and sweaty.

Holy fuck, that was the best sex of my life.

6

Nick

After the mind-blowing sex, Joey crashed in my room. Wrapped around each other, I slept better than I ever have. I’m a little nervous at how dependent I’m becoming. How am I going to explain how attached to him I am already? The last person I got attached to was ripped away from me in the dead of night and I never knew what happened to her.

Joey quickly became insatiable. Not just wanting to fuck, but to touch, stroke, cuddle, explore. I guess we better get it out of our systems now before Neal returns and Joey has to get back to hockey. I can’t wait to go to a game, though. Watching him handle his teammate on Sunday night was sexy as fuck.

It’s Wednesday morning, his fucking alarm is screaming, and he’s still snoring against my chest.

“Joey,” I grumble, pushing him.

“Huh?” He’s not awake yet.

“Alarm.” My eyes are still closed, and I want nothing more than to fall back asleep, but I know it’s not going to happen.

Joey reachs up and shuts off the screaming alarm. It’s actually a scream. Not a normal alarm sound, but like that screaming goat sound that was all over social media a few years ago. He’s a psycho. It’s jarring every time.

He shoves his arms above his head and stretches. The muscles in his back bunch and flex in the light peeking through the blinds. Sliding a hand around his torso, I kiss his shoulder and pinch his nipple just to make him hiss. He slaps at my hand, and I chuckle as he rolls away, rubbing at his now sore nipple.

“You’re a dick.” He sits up and we both swing our feet over the edge to the floor.

I smile at him, all sleep-rumpled and sexy. “Yeah, I am, but you’re still here so you don’t hate it.”

“It’s because you dick me down.” Joey stands and moves between my knees, lifting my chin so he can kiss me. It’s a quick press of lips since we just woke up, but it’s enough to heat my blood. “Get dressed.”

He steps back and uses the bathroom as I dig out some workout clothes. I’m pulling on a shirt when he stops in the doorway and leans against the frame with his arms crossed.

“What’s on the schedule today? Cardio? I have a much more fun way to get that in.” I waggle my eyebrows, and he shakes his head, but he’s smiling.

“It’s leg day.”

I pull on my shoes, grab my crap, and we head upstairs to wake up Bryce. Joey swears the guy can’t make it to the gym unless he drags him, so the last few days we’ve been waking him up. Bryce hasn’t asked why Joey isn’t sleeping in their room yet, but I’m waiting for it. Maybe he texted the question?

We get off the elevator on the fifth floor and when Joey opens the door, I rush past him and jump onto Bryce’s bed. Standing on his bed, I jump on the mattress and shake the fuck out of him.

“Hey, man!”

Bryce startles, yelling and covering his head so I stop bouncing.