All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 3

Three

Phoenix

I’m going straight to hell .

That’s my last thought before I pull my mask over my face and walk into the club.

What started as intrigue with the guy with the flower quickly turned into an obsession. I found myself staring at it and imagining his blue eyes that were so wide and open. My finest moment is when I stormed back out of my apartment, retraced my steps, and saw him walking into a diner with a big dude. I still can’t explain the jealousy that flowed through my veins at seeing them together. I don’t get jealous. I don’t even give a shit about relationships to give a fuck what someone does. I’m more of a one-night-stand guy or two nights if it’s good enough. I’m definitely not the type to stalk a guy to a diner, disappear around the corner before he can approach me, only to follow him around for the rest of the goddamn day. After he left the store, I went in and talked to the sales guy who helped them. It was easy as hell to get information from him when I flashed him a smile and told him that the guy he was just helping was cheating on me and I needed to know where they were going. Which is why I’m walking into a gay club, dressed head to toe in black, the only nice thing I own, and bought a mask with money I don’t have.

I position myself at the bar so I can see everything and order a beer. I’m on my second one when I see him walk in with the big guy and almost choke on my goddamn drink. My dick immediately stirs to life at the tight black leather pants and crop top that matches his eyes. His hair is uncovered and styled perfectly. He has a belly chain showing off a slender stomach and hips that I want to grab onto hard enough to bruise. I’ve always been one to take what I wanted, which is how I landed in jail more times than I can count, so this isn’t any different. He’s going to be mine. He slides the mask over his face, and they walk up to the bar in a way that says they’re very familiar with each other. Are they a couple? I turn slightly to the side to observe better, and the big guy leans up to order drinks.

“Will you quit fidgeting?” he says to my obsession. “You’re making me nervous.”

“I feel out of place.” I let his voice slide over me and move a little closer to hear better. “I should have stayed home.”

“Jamie,” the big guy sighs. Jamie. “Look around. There’s a room full of guys with their tongues hanging out. Push your chest out, own that shit, and go get fucked.” Not a couple then . Unless they’re into some freaky shit.

Jamie downs a shot and slaps the glass back on the bar. “Will you dance with me?”

“Dancing with me isn’t going to work out,” the big guy laughs. “They’ll think we’re together, and then they’ll run away.”

“Please, Shane?” Jamie pokes his bottom lip out, and it’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. “I just need to loosen up.”

“Fine.” Shane hands him another shot, which he quickly takes and grabs his hand.

I turn to watch them walk onto the dance floor and grind my teeth when Shane turns Jamie around so his back is to his chest and Jamie starts grinding on him. The more I watch though, the more I realize that my cock is throbbing just watching them. Jamie is tiny in Shane’s arms, and Shane isn’t shy about running his hands all over Jamie’s stomach. Now I’m back to the original question of if they're a couple or not. They might be looking to spice shit up, and I might be the man for the job. I chug the rest of my beer and make a decision. I set the bottle down and walk briskly toward them. I meet Shane’s eyes through the mask, and he nods, letting me know he’s already figured out what I want. Shane spins Jamie around so he’s facing him, and I step up behind him, settling my hands on his hips.

“Stay,” I say, my voice husky, when Shane goes to walk away.

“Oh,” Jamie breathes when I press against him, sandwiching him between us. He looks over his shoulder at me, but my mask covers my entire face except my lips, so he has no clue who I am.

“You’re fucking breathtaking,” I admit, letting him feel how hard I already am. It’s not like he wouldn’t know anyway with the way my cock is pressed into his back.

I watch Jamie’s pupils expand, and he starts moving between us. The more he dances, the more comfortable he becomes. He keeps one arm around Shane’s neck and reaches back with the other hand, grabbing my thigh. The touch runs through me like electricity, and I push in closer.

“I told you,” I hear Shane whisper, and Jamie huffs a laugh.

One song turns into three, and all our breathing is heavy. I don’t give a fuck if they’re a couple at this point, I’ll do what I have to do to make sure I get a piece of Jamie. At the end of the third song, Jamie whimpers quietly and lays his head back on my shoulder. I slide my hand onto his stomach, feeling the muscles tighten. “Touch me,” he whispers.

“Do you want me to leave?” Shane asks, and he doesn’t sound upset about that fact just…disappointed.

“No,” I answer when I feel Jamie tense up. “Where do you want me to touch you, sunshine?”

“Everywhere,” he breathes.

I let my hand slide from his stomach up his chest until it’s resting on his throat. I give a gentle squeeze just to test his reaction. He moans, and I want to drag him somewhere quiet. “I want to eat you alive,” I whisper in his ear, letting my hand slide to the top of his pants. I tuck my fingers into the top of them and move them back and forth. “Can I touch you here?”

“Yes.”

I meet Shane’s eyes again to gauge his reaction, and he swallows. I pop the button on Jamie’s pants, ignoring his quick intake of breath. I use my other hand to hold the material so I can slide the zipper down. Shane can feel my hands moving between them, and he moves in closer, bracing his hands on Jamie’s hips to hide what I’m doing from view. “Can I touch you here?” I ask, sliding my hand into his pants, only to freeze when I feel something silky. “What do you have on under here?”

“Panties,” Jamie rasps.

“What color?”

“Blue.” Jamie lifts up on his tiptoes, trying to get my hand where he wants it. “Please.”

“Phoenix,” I say because I need to hear him say my name since he’ll be screaming it soon.

“I’m Jamie. This is Shane. Please, Phoenix.”

I shove my hand down into his panties, straight to his cock, and it pulses in my hand. “Is he your boyfriend?” I ask, low enough to where only Jamie can hear me.

“No. He’s my best friend,” Jamie groans when I wrap my hand around his dick and stroke. “And he’s straight.”

“Are you sure?” I whisper. “I can feel how hard he is for you.”

“He’s…” Jamie trails off with another moan when I stroke him rougher. “Not gay.”

“Maybe it’s just you rubbing on him.” It might be me too when I feel Shane push his dick into the back of my hand and shift his hips. “Shit. I need to fuck you so bad.”

“Do it,” Jamie gasps when I squeeze him a tight grip. “I’m already prepared.”

“What do you mean?”

Jamie’s mask only covers his eyes so I watch as his cheeks redden. “I’m wearing a plug.”

“Did you come here to get fucked?”

“Not really,” Jamie admits. “Shane told me I should. I didn’t make up my mind until you walked up.”

“Are you going to bend over like a good boy and let me feel how tight you are?”

“I’ll be the best boy for you, Phoenix. Take me somewhere.”

“You want me to fuck you like a little whore?”

“Yes. I’ve never done this before.”

“Go,” Shane encourages.

“Come with us,” I offer. “He can suck your dick while I’m buried inside him. Or we can take turns.”

“Oh. I’m not gay,” Shane says, but I don’t believe a fucking word coming from his mouth. He’s turned on by what’s happening right now, just fighting against it.

“Tell him you want him,” I tell Jamie. He’s feeling it too by the way he keeps a tight grip on Shane’s shoulders.

Jamie swallows roughly and lets his hands run down onto Shane’s chest. “I want you so fucking bad. I have for years.”

Shane’s eyes widen behind his mask. “What?”

Jamie squeezes Shane’s pecs making Shane shiver. “You’re so confident and sexy. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“Tonight changes nothing?” Shane asks.

“Not at all. You’re still my best friend. We’ll just be a little…closer.”

Shane and Jamie stay in a stare off until Shane makes the first move. He seals his lips over Jamie’s, and Jamie’s cock jumps in my hand. Jamie moans loudly and deepens the kiss but rubs his ass back on me. “We need to go. Now,” I say.

“Bathroom,” Shane mumbles against Jamie’s lips. “I need to come so bad.”

I fix Jamie’s pants and grab his hand. Shane leads the way to the bathrooms, and he pushes one of the doors open. We follow him in, and he locks it behind him. I’m on Jamie the second the lock snaps into place, kissing him hard and sinking my tongue into his mouth. I know my mask is probably digging into his face, but he doesn’t seem to mind since his hands curl into fists on my shirt, pulling me closer. My hands make quick work of his pants, and I shove them down to his ankles. Jamie pulls back breathless. “Fuck me, please.”

“I love when you beg,” I growl, spinning him around toward Shane. “Get his cock out.”

I can’t explain what’s come over me. I’ve never shared before or been with a guy, but here I am encouraging Jamie to get his friend’s cock out so I can watch him wrap his pouty lips around it. Jamie reaches out with shaky hands and quickly unfastens Shane’s pants. He pushes them off his hips and sucks in a breath when Shane’s cock slaps his stomach. “Holy shit,” Jamie moans. “You’re so big.”

Shane leans back against the door, his breathing harsh. “I have to admit, I’ve thought about this a lot since I caught you in the act with the asshole.”

“Really?” Jamie asks, wrapping his hand around Shane’s cock.

“Fuck. Yes,” Shane groans when Jamie starts stroking him in a tight grip.

I loosen my pants and push them off. I rub my hand between Jamie’s ass cheeks and grab the end of the plug. Pulling on it, I stop when the flared base starts stretching him open. I shove it back inside, and Jamie’s back bows. “I need inside you.”

“There’s lube in my pocket,” Jamie says, peeking at me over his shoulder. There’s an innocence surrounding him, and I can’t wait to taint it. He braces his hands on Shane’s thighs, presenting his ass to me.

I quickly grab it, rip the packet open, and squirt it directly onto my cock. Grabbing the plug again, I pull it free, sit it on the sink, and watch his asshole flex, begging me to fill it. I rub the lube in and line up with his asshole. Jamie shakes his ass in invitation, and I push forward, letting the head of my cock sink into the hottest thing I’ve ever felt. “Fuck,” I gasp, my hands tightening on his hips. I take several deep breaths and thrust slowly. When it gets even hotter, I realize that I forgot an important part of this equation. “I don’t have a condom on.” That doesn’t make me pull out; it makes me want to bury myself inside him, marking him in the most primal way possible. I’ve never gone bare with anyone. It’s my number one fucking rule. But with Jamie, I don’t want anything between us.

“Shit,” Jamie exclaims, but his asshole tightens on me. “I’m clean.” Am I really going to trust someone I just met? At this point, I don’t give a fuck.

“Me too.”

“Phoenix,” Jamie moans, bearing down against me, making the decision for both of us. The slide inside him is slow, but I feel it in every nerve ending. I’ve never felt like this sliding inside a woman. He’s so fucking tight, and I want to slam inside him, making him take every inch. “You feel so good.”

“You like my thick cock, sunshine?”

“So fucking much. You’re stretching me wide. More, please.”

I grab his hips and without warning, slam inside him. Jamie opens his mouth to scream and Shane works his cock into his mouth to muffle to sound. Jamie starts sucking him fast, choking and gagging on Shane’s length. “Fuck,” Shane whispers. “Make it messy.”

Jamie whimpers against Shane and shoves back against me. I wrap my hands around his tiny hips and pull out, only to slam back inside him. Something inside me snaps and I start fucking him so hard that I grunt each time I bottom out. I haven’t felt this good in years, and everything that happened today melts into the background. “I want to live inside this ass.”

I reach under him and start stroking his cock roughly. He bucks against me, going even faster on Shane’s dick. “Don’t make me come. I want to fuck you next,” Shane growls while thrusting into his mouth.

Jamie moans, long and loud, letting me know that he likes that idea. “You want to feel my cum as you slide inside him?”

“I never thought I’d say this, but hell yes.” Me and you both.

“I’m going to come in you so fucking deep, you’ll feel me there for a week.” Jamie locks his knees and shoves back against me when I thrust forward. He screams around Shane’s cock, and Shane sinks his fingers into Jamie’s hair and starts fucking his throat. I hear every wet suction noise that it makes, and I feel embarrassingly close to coming already. I pull out an inch and stop moving, making Jamie do something sinful with his hips, fucking himself on my cock. “You are a little whore, aren’t you?” I slap the side of his ass, and Shane starts fucking his mouth harder. I know that if I look at his chin, he’ll have saliva running down it. I squeeze his cock in a tight grip, and his asshole flexes around me.

“Fuck, whatever you’re doing to him, don’t stop,” Shane says, his head dropping back on the door with a thud. “He has a slutty fucking mouth.”

“I’m going to come,” I groan, fucking Jamie in deep, hard thrusts. I bury myself as far as I can go and fucking gasp when I start coming. I’ve never come so hard in my life, and it feels like it’s never ending.

Shane tightens his hand in Jamie’s hair and pulls him from his cock. “Goddamn, you’re gorgeous. Look what you’ve done to that pretty face.”

“It’s your turn,” I announce, reluctantly pulling from inside Jamie. Jamie’s asshole pushes out and my cum starts leaking from him. I roughly shove two fingers inside him and put it back where it belongs.

“I need to come,” Jamie whimpers, reaching under him. I smack his hand away and then smack him hard on the ass.

“Not yet,” I bark. I pull my fingers free and rub them across his lips. “Lick it off.”

Jamie’s tongue slides across his lips, tasting every last drop. I grab his hair and pull him to stand. I turn him around and kiss him one last time before pushing him into Shane’s arms. Jamie lifts up on his tiptoes, rubbing his needy ass against Shane’s cock. “I need your cum,” Jamie rasps. “I want to be full when I leave here.”

That snaps Shane into action, and he marches Jamie toward the sink. He turns him around, lifts him easily to sit on the edge, and roughly pulls his boots off then his pants. I dig the other lube packet out that I felt earlier and hand it to Jamie. “Put it on him,” I demand.

Jamie is in such a hurry to get it open that he drops it onto his stomach. He snatches it back up, rips it open, and squirts some into his palm. He slathers it onto Shane quickly, leans back against the mirror, and spreads his legs wide open. My cock makes a valiant effort to get hard again, so I wrap my hand around and stroke it, ignoring how sensitive it is. Shane grabs Jamie’s ankles to spread him even wider. “Put me inside you.”

Jamie adjusts his hips so his ass is hanging off the edge and grabs Shane’s cock, leading him to his tight, pretty hole. I know the second Shane starts to sink inside when Jamie’s entire body stiffens. Shane pushes Jamie’s legs toward his chest and starts pushing forward. Jamie’s hands fly to Shane’s abs, holding him there. “I feel like you’re ripping me in two. Just like Phoenix did.”

“We’re going to destroy this asshole,” Shane says, all in now and ignoring Jamie’s hands pushing against him. “You’re going to take all of me.”

“You’re so big this way,” Jamie whines, his eyes slamming shut.

“Look at me,” Shane barks, surprising Jamie and me, and making Jamie’s eyes fly open. “I want you to watch as your best friend sinks his big cock inside you.”

Shane pushes forward, making Jamie cry out. I walk over beside the sink and lower my head. Jamie senses what I’m going to do and his cock lifts from his stomach. I steel myself for the revulsion as I slide my mouth onto his cock, but it never comes. The salty taste of his pre-cum explodes on my tongue, and I’m fucking addicted. I wrap my hand around the base to stroke him and slide my mouth up and down. “Holy shit, Phoenix.” Jamie’s hand flies to the back of my head, and his fingers tangle in my curls. “I’ve never felt so good.”

“Me either,” Shane replies, and I hum in agreement. Shane slams the rest of the way inside Jamie and starts fucking him ruthlessly, finally letting out what I’m guessing is years of wanting to fuck his gay best friend. Jamie’s making noises that are driving me crazy. He switches between whimpers, long-drawn-out moans, and groaning deep in his chest. I move my hand and start sucking him with enthusiasm. I ignore every gag that I make because I can’t get enough.

“Phoenix,” Jamie breathes. “I’m going to come.”

I need to taste him on my tongue, so I wrap my hands around his balls, rolling them between my fingers. Jamie tightens under me, and with a cry, he comes in my mouth. I swallow every last drop, ready for the next release, and it comes quickly. My cock flexes between my legs, coming fully back to life at the taste. I pull away when Jamie whimpers from the sensitivity. Shane is fucking Jamie so hard that the tendons in his neck are standing out and the veins in his arms are on full display. On instinct, I slam my lips against Shane’s so he can taste Jamie on my tongue, and Shane groans loudly, letting me know he’s coming inside Jamie. I lose myself in the kiss and only pull away when I need air. I look down at Jamie and he’s slumped against the mirror with a smile on his face.

“I want to see it leaking from you,” I command. “When Shane pulls out, I want you to keep those slutty legs in the air so we can watch.”

Shane slowly pulls out, and Jamie wraps his hands around the backs of his thighs, pulling his legs toward his chest. His asshole quivers, and I watch transfixed as mine and Shane’s combined cum leaks onto the floor under him. “Goddamn,” Shane rasps.

“You’re hard again,” Jamie says, nodding toward my cock. He pulls his legs even further back and pushes more cum from his asshole. “Do you need more?”

“I’m going to take it one way or the other,” I declare. Jamie doesn’t look scared, just intrigued. It might be the sexual high that has him agreeing, but he’s going to quickly realize that I’m not joking. I pull my pants back up, fasten them, and tilt my head to the side. I reach up for my mask, making Jamie’s eyes widen. I pull it off, letting him get a good look at my face.

“It’s you,” Jamie gasps, sitting up so fast on the sink that he almost slides off.

“I’ll see you soon.” I stride quickly to the door, unlock it, and open it just enough to slide through. As soon as it shuts, I hear the lock click back into place. I make a hasty retreat from the club, not even looking over my shoulder.

I have another plan to put into place before they leave.