Page 52 of Puck Tease
"I... I don't..." I stammered, my face burning.
"Liar," Jax hummed, his thumb rubbing gently at the base of my shaft. "You're leaking."
He squeezed. A bead of pre-cum, clear and glistening, appeared at the tip of my cock, growing, then hanging there, visible to both of them.
Tyler leaned forward, mesmerized, his eyes fixed on the sight. The game on the TV was forgotten, the electronic cheers a meaningless backdrop. The score didn't matter. The only game being played was right here, in this living room.
"Can I..." Tyler started, his voice thick, a tremor running through it. He reached out a hand, hovering inches from my hip, his fingers twitching.
Jax’s demeanor changed instantly. The playful smirk vanished, his eyes going cold, flat, like chips of ice. The air in the room seemed to chill.
"Don't," Jax snapped, the word a whip-crack in the sudden stillness.
Tyler jerked his hand back like he’d grabbed a hot stove, slamming it into his own lap. "Look," Jax said, his voice low, lethal, a barely contained growl. "Don't touch. He's not a communal toy, Ty. He's mine. You want to watch? Fine. You want to jerk off in the corner? Go ahead. But you don't put a finger on him."
Tyler held his hands up in a gesture of surrender, palms out. "Got it. My bad. Just... damn, Jax. He's right there…and hot."
"I know."
Jax pulled me down.
I stumbled, falling onto the sofa cushions beside him. Jax’s hands guided me, maneuvering me until I was straddling his lap, facing him, my knees digging into the worn leather. My back was a shield, facing Tyler.
"You like showing off for the Assistant Captain?" Jax whispered, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, spreading them wide, exposing my wet, twitching hole to the air.
"No," I lied, the word barely a breath.
"You're lying. Your hole is twitching."
He wasted no time. With one hand, he shoved his sweatpants down, the fabric rustling, freeing himself. He was already hard, a steel rod pressing against my inner thigh.
He grabbed his cock, thick and hot, and lined it up with my ass.
He looked over my shoulder, his eyes meeting Tyler’s.
"Watch this," Jax commanded, his voice dark with challenge.
Then he thrust up.
He buried himself inside me in one smooth, practiced motion, stretching me, filling me completely.
"Oh god!" I cried out, my head falling onto his shoulder, my teeth gritting against his skin.
The fullness was incredible, a sudden, desperate relief that bordered on exquisite pain. After the hours of cleaning, after the building tension, having him fill me was a release so intense it stole my breath.
"Yeah," Jax groaned into my neck, his voice hoarse. "So fucking tight."
He started to move, gripping my hips, lifting me, then slamming me down onto his cock. The rhythm was punishing, relentless.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
My ass cheeks hit his thighs with wet, meaty impacts, the sound echoing in the confined space.
"Look at him, Ty," Jax grunted, his voice thick with exertion. "Look at how he takes it."
I couldn't see Tyler, but I could hear him. I heard the sharp rasp of a zipper, followed by the frantic, wet sound of a hand working skin, a fast, desperate rhythm.
"Fuck, Cap," Tyler panted, his breath catching. "That's insane."
