A Subtle Breeze Bailey Bradford (ebook reader play store .TXT) 📖

either had awesome peripheral vision, or he knew his men quite well. Probably the latter, Troy thought as he sucked in a sharp breath. Will rubbing his balls was guaranteed to make Troy whimper unless he bit the crap out of his lips.

“We could put on a show for you, Cowboy,” Will purred, using his pet name for Carlos. “Or you could pull over and join in, ’cuz I’m gonna be all over Troy and his big dick in just a few seconds.”

The whimper Troy had been trying to hold in burst free in a gush of warm air, blood surging through his veins at the promise in Will’s voice. Dimly, he was aware of Carlos cursing in that low, rough way he did when he got horny as hell. The truck swerved, bumped along for a few seconds as Will bent and blew on Troy’s denim-covered dick.

Troy grabbed a handful of Will’s sweet, round ass with one hand and the Oh Shit bar with the other. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, sliding down as much as he could. Someone—Will, most likely—unbuckled his seat belt, and Troy made another one of those embarrassing sounds as Will unfastened his jeans.

The fact that it was day—a bright, sunny one—rather than night, and that they were out in the open didn’t faze Troy at all. After you’d inadvertently made a porn tape, like he and his lovers had back in the bar Troy used to work in, you tended not to be so shy. Troy had never been much on the shy side to begin with, but he really had forgotten about the security cameras in the storage room.

Hell, no one in their right mind would have been thinking about anything other than the two sexy men he’d been with, was still with. A little sunlight and possible exposure wasn’t going to stop any of them. Besides, Troy trusted Carlos to take care of them.

There was a subtle scent on the wind, an almost sweet odour that somehow added to Troy’s stimulation. Eyes closed, Troy moaned softly at the first flick of Will’s tongue over his slit. Everything else ceased to register when Will sucked his crown into the tight, wet confines of his mouth.

Troy’s worries along with his doubts and insecurities melted away under the skilled tongue and hard suction. He heard the metallic sound of Carlos’ seatbelt being unfastened then the grunts and murmurs as Carlos moved to lean over Will. His mouth was taken and ravished by the expert kiss Carlos laid on him. Troy quivered and keened as his balls drew tight.

“Not so quick,” Carlos growled against his lips, following the command with a bite on Troy’s lower one. “Got us pulled over in a nice, private spot. No reason to rush this.”

Troy would have begged to differ. He was desperate to come. Even so, even lost as he was in his own needs, he knew Carlos would have his way. Mainly because Troy and Will wanted him to.

“Mmm,” Will hummed as he sucked Troy’s cock in deeper.

Troy gasped and Carlos was on him again, plundering his mouth in a kiss that was every bit as good as being fucked. Troy managed to get a handful of Carlos’ shirt, scraping his blunt nails over Carlos’ chest as he did so. His other hand he kept on Will’s tempting ass.

Will’s mouth was divine, but Troy wanted more. He needed to thrust and fuck and be taken—he needed to be in the middle now. None of his fears could slip into his head then, when he was being loved on like that.

Will bobbed down and took Troy in to his throat. Troy jerked his head aside and yelped, struggling not to squirt like a virgin getting his first blowjob. He let go of Will’s ass to try to grab the base of his own shaft. Will swallowed and Troy kicked his feet, forcing his climax back through sheer determination.

“Want in,” he panted, and hoped to God his partners understood. “Fuck me,” was the best he could get out to possibly clarify his needs.

Carlos got it, though, and Will must have too, because Troy, big, muscle-bound guy that he was, found himself pulled out of the truck shortly after hearing the door open. He prised his eyelids apart as soon as his feet hit the ground. Carlos burned him with a hot look then cupped his jaw firmly, almost painfully. He slanted his mouth to Troy’s again and kissed him with a savage intensity that made Troy quake from somewhere deep inside all the way out to his toes.

Meanwhile, Will pulled on his jeans, shoving them down. “Lift your foot.” Will tugged, and Troy did so. He was melting under Carlos’ onslaught, unable to truly focus on anything else.

Until a slippery hand stroked his cock, smearing it with lube. Troy jolted, eyes flying open as Carlos spun him around. His own hole was rubbed, slicked up while at the same time Carlos nudged him towards Will’s sweet bottom. Will was bent over the seat, propped up on his elbows and peering eagerly over his shoulder. His pucker glistened and gaped just enough that Troy knew he’d stretched himself, and Troy could just shove in and fuck until he shattered.

Troy took Will’s ass cheeks in hand and spread them apart. He noted the way Will’s nuts were already pulled up right before Carlos growled at him to get on it.

“Yeah, what he said,” Will panted, reaching beneath himself to palm his cock.

Troy didn’t need to be told twice, although thinking was becoming difficult what with Carlos pushing a thick finger into his ass. Carlos’ hands always looked long, lean, his fingers almost delicate despite the scars on them—and yet, when Carlos slipped a finger into Troy’s ass, it felt like he was being opened up with something a helluva lot bigger. Troy moaned, his pucker burning around the intrusion.

Carlos muttered something unintelligible and pushed another digit in. “Come on,