Super Nova (2 page)

“Too hard?” The single raised brow on Meep’s face spoke more of taunt than genuine concern. Kaige didn’t give a fuck. Let him tease all he wanted, as long as he sealed those lips he licked over Kaige’s raging hard-on sometime this century.

“You tell me.” Super Nova rocked his hips upward, thrusting his cock through the ring of his friend’s fingers.

“Nah. You feel great.” Carver smiled then flicked his tongue out before Kaige could brace himself for the initial contact. “Taste good too.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Bryce growled. Kaige caught motion in his peripheral vision and took half a second to check it out. Sure enough, their Rebel nearly tore his boxers in his haste to reach his own monster stiffy.

Not to be left in their dust, Roman and Holden did the same. Soon the three guys in their audience paced themselves, stroking in sync to the tempo Carver set with sure, solid passes of his fist on Kaige.

“Too much more of that and I won’t make it to the main event,” he warned Meep in a rasp so husky he might have blushed, if he were capable of such a thing after so much rough living.

“We’re only getting started. Don’t ruin everyone’s fun so soon.” Carver squeezed the base of Kaige’s shaft, pressing solidly in exactly the right spot to grant him a reprieve from his trek to cloud nine. “Besides, if I don’t blow you, then I suppose the bet isn’t paid up and we’ll have to start all over again.”

“Yeah, Super Nova. Exploding prematurely isn’t allowed.” Roman spoke up for his best friend—the guy who’d willingly knelt in his place. “Let Meep enjoy his treat. Help him forget about
having
to do this and make him remember
wanting
to instead.”

Well, shit. When Barracuda put it like that, Kaige would be glad to perform this community service. As often as necessary to obliterate another ghost from their pasts. Purely selfless. Yeah, sure. But that was how things worked with the Hot Rods. They healed each other simply by being together. They’d been doing it for over a decade.

He looked up, absorbing the force of his friends’ attention. Their stares riveted on the intersection of his body and Carver’s. The other guy had progressed, now fitting his mouth over the weeping head of Kaige’s cock. He slurped the puddle on top before gliding effortlessly to the base in one long move.

Jesus.

As if that weren’t enough to redline Super Nova’s engine and nearly blast the top of his skull off, having his friends witness his surrender to Carver’s unbelievable fucking hotness only fueled his revving.

Kaige groaned again, thinking of all the times they’d watched pornos and jerked off together. Somehow having their interest lasering in on him—instead of some actress or three with enormous fake tits—felt completely different.

Intense and sort of sacred.

He shook his head hard enough that his dreads came loose from the black leather tie he’d captured them in. They slapped against his brightly tattooed shoulders. The brushing contact had him wishing the Hot Rods were all gathered tight around him. Petting him like they’d done to Mustang Sally these past months, coddling her when she proved brave enough to submit to their combined affections.

He wanted them to approve of him using Meep so well. Or was it the other way around?

For now, he’d settle for ogling his friends right back. Maybe even goading them with extra-loud moans of approval when Carver eased up on the suction to lick and nip the underside of Kaige’s shaft.

“You realize you three could give each other a hand and make that more fun, don’t you?” Carver didn’t pause his manipulation of Kaige’s throbbing cock when he joined the mischief-making efforts. He simply transferred the motion to his deft fingers so he could peek over at their buddies, as if daring them to stay separate when he had been bold enough to cross this bridge.

Bryce and Holden exchanged a glance then shrugged. They fisted each other’s shafts. Both of them cried out at the contact of another guy’s flesh pressed to their own. Off to the side—alone—Roman nearly tore his cock off with savage yanks as he studied his roommate devouring Kaige.

Super Nova had sensed that Barracuda preferred his sex extreme, like most other aspects of his life—drinking, gambling and racing. Although he’d maintained an iron grip on his control when he fucked Sally, he seemed a little less enthused than the rest of them during their group sessions, which had remained pretty vanilla…

If you didn’t count that whole seven-guys-on-one-girl action thing.

Still, Roman had never hesitated to plow her. He’d emptied himself just as vigorously as the rest of them into the condoms they all had agreed without discussion to wear when they played with her. No doubt she belonged primarily to Eli and Alanso.

If they ever wanted to start a family, well, that was up to them.

“Hang on.” Kaige tapped Carver’s cheek as he realized what they’d unwittingly done in their eagerness. His erection flagged the teeniest bit. “I should have gotten protection for you. I think there are some mint rubbers in the stash. I’m clean, don’t worry, but I know we usually…”

“Shut up.” Meep smacked Kaige’s inner thigh, spreading warmth and the flare of sweet pleasurable pain through his nervous system. Barracuda grunted in response, as if ready to beg his roomie to do it again. “Things are different with Sally. No chances. I’m safe, and I know you are too, right?”

“Of course. I never would have put you at risk if…” It was hard to think when Meep rededicated himself to sucking Kaige’s cock as if he were trying to drink the come straight out of Kaige’s balls.

Nova grabbed the edges of the leather cushion he sat on, crushing it in his grip as he wrestled his libido for the power to endure. It felt too good to let this end so quickly.

Roman chuckled from his perch on the peninsula portion of the sectional. “You’re doing a damn fine job, boy. Keep sucking. Harder. He likes it when you take him into your throat like that.”

Kaige let his head drop back, exposing his neck to the only men he trusted not to rip it out. He couldn’t watch anymore.

A hum buzzed the length of his dick, now fully embedded in Carver’s mouth. The guy began to swallow around him, undulating his tongue against the underside of Kaige’s shaft in a come-hither motion.

Engrossed in the pure ecstasy his friend delivered, Kaige didn’t register the clang caused by three people clomping up the metal stairway outside their apartment. Not until the door swung open and his sluggish mind belatedly processed the input.

“Honeys, we’re home!” Alanso shouted as he practically skipped inside after a day of plotting the ceremony that would seal his trio’s happily ever after. “Did you miss—?”

He cut off when he realized what they were up to inside.

“I guess that’s a no.” Eli London, the shop’s owner—their King Cobra—nearly bowled over his soon-to-be husband as he shoved them across the threshold.

Mustang Sally let out an
oomph
as she piled into Cobra, bringing up the rear. “What’s going on? Why’d you slam on the brakes?”

She peeked around her pair of guys and stutter-stepped. “Oh. Awesome.”

Then she was jogging toward them, sliding on her knees across the faux fur rug, ignoring the corner of the coffee table that jabbed her hip as she settled in for a front row seat.

“Want some help with that?” She rubbed Carver’s shoulders, maybe knowing from experience how uncomfortable it could be to attend to one of the guys. Not that Meep would complain or stop, but Kaige appreciated her assistance since his overriding lust made it difficult to ensure their friend’s experience remained positive.

The guarantee of comfort for their fellow Hot Rod was welcome, especially given his history. Nova hoped his wide smile conveyed what he couldn’t vocalize.

Carver pulled off with a slurp that left Kaige about to whimper and beg for more.

“Nah.” He slapped Kaige’s cock against his swollen lips as he reassured Sally. “If Super Nova doesn’t mind, I’d like to keep him to myself this time.”

Sally kissed Meep’s cheek. She slipped her hand up his nape and guided him back to Kaige’s rock-hard shaft. “Then get busy so I can taste you afterward instead.”

With the proper motivation, Carver worked double time. The guy slithered his tongue in patterns and places Kaige had never fathomed before. Meep skimmed Kaige’s frenulum and the piercing through it before drawing lightly on the ring.

Pressure there always had him toeing the edge in an instant.

It didn’t help that Eli and Alanso had joined Bryce and Holden on the couch, directly across from where Carver attempted to suck Kaige’s brains out. Cobra had already extracted his cock and helped Alanso do the same. The bald guy crashed against the cushions when his lover took possession of his hard-on and matched his rhythm to the one they all fell in step with—whether being jerked or blown.

“That’s it. You’re doing such a good job,” Sally purred to Carver even as she squeezed Kaige’s knee. Knowing she didn’t object and that she wasn’t repulsed by their demonstration of base arousal was the last push he needed.

His balls drew tight. He attempted to caution Carver. The warning wouldn’t form as anything more coherent than an endless stream of moans and sighs, which escaped his parted lips at the decadent treatment by his friend.

Sally helped him out. “He’s ready, Meep. Take him all the way. Swallow him. Drain him.”

Dirty talk did it for Kaige. Always had.

His fingers went from fisted in the cushion to splayed outward in rigid spikes that would put a porcupine to shame. Frozen, his entire body strained to the max.

He hung in midair for what seemed like forever.

Then his cock caught up with his brain. It flexed in time to the blasts of his come, which launched from his balls into Meep’s hungry mouth.

The man couldn’t quite keep up. A pearl of come appeared at the corner of his mouth before he reapplied himself to his mission.

Super Nova stayed true to his nickname, pouring himself down his friend’s throat in explosive bursts. He grabbed Carver’s arm and held on so he wouldn’t launch into orbit. Meanwhile, his other hand was sandwiched by Sally’s two smaller, softer ones. They anchored him tenderly as his world flew apart.

And when he thought he couldn’t spasm even one more time without dropping dead, Bryce and Holden joined him almost simultaneously. Pearly strands shot from their cocks and made a mess of their chiseled abs, not to mention their fingers. Roman was only a millisecond behind. He never took his eyes from the red ring of Carver’s lips, which surrounded Kaige’s still-pulsing cock, as he spilled his seed in an impressive arc.

Meep cared for Kaige, letting him down slowly. Only once Kaige had softened considerably did Carver surrender his grip and nuzzle Sally.

“How’s that?” He licked his lips as if he’d enjoyed the taste of Kaige’s come as much as the s’mores ice cream he stashed in the freezer for dessert—one scoop every night. The possibility had another droplet leaking from Super Nova’s tip. Quick to swipe his thumb over Kaige’s ultrasensitive head, Meep harvested that last bit as enthusiastically as he lapped melted dregs from his bowl when he thought no one was looking.

“Debt paid. In full.” Kaige gasped his praise. Then he ruffled the other Hot Rod’s already mussed hair before shoving him away. It was either that or start to get hard again. He wasn’t sure he was ready to declare so boldly that he’d loved his friend’s attention.

Late to the party, Eli and Alanso were warmed up enough to claim their lady.

“Come here, Sally,” Cobra ordered.

“But what about Meep?” She helped their friend rise onto the couch where he caught his breath and stretched his legs.

“I’ve got him.” Roman surprised them as he shooed Sally toward her lovers.

Eli and Alanso welcomed her between them. Quickly, they stripped off her cargo capris then bent her so that she could accept Eli’s long cock in her pussy. Without direction, she took Alanso in her mouth as if they’d been practicing sexual gymnastics forever.

A second round of lusty play began when Roman towered over Carver. Under the Hot Rods’ careful observation, his stony façade melted, leaving behind a lava-hot passion Kaige had never spied in their friend’s eyes before.

“Get those pants off. Now.” Barracuda didn’t mess around when he pointed at Meep’s ripped denim. Though the guy’s jutting cock made it tricky, he divested himself of the skinny jeans pretty damn quick. Mostly, anyway, though the pants hung from his ankle where he hadn’t quite kicked them free.

Kaige tried to recover enough to facilitate the process, but his muscles were completely liquefied.

Barracuda flashed his pearly-white teeth as he grabbed the leg of Carver’s jeans and yanked, stripping his roommate in a flash. He shoved his way between Meep’s thighs on the couch and ground their hips together.

The sticky mess Roman had made on his own belly transferred to Carver. “Did you see what you did to me? Can you feel it?”

“Uh.” Meep seemed dazed. “Yeah.”

“Next time it’ll be
me
that you drink.” Barracuda shocked them all by biting Carver’s neck hard enough to leave a mark.

Holy shit.

Meep shuddered beneath his friend, certainly not from pain.

“Now show me what you’ve got.” Roman lifted up enough to jam his fist between them. He measured the length of Carver’s cock with uneven jerks. The purple tip poked from the top rung of Barracuda’s fingers before he reversed the gesture, his hand rising up to squeeze the head. He milked their friend like a pro.