Page 172 of Monstrous Serpent

He nods.

“Well then.” After tossing Hunter’s underwear onto the ground, I move to the side of the bed I slept on and pat the edge of the mattress. “Hunt, get those sweet cheeks over here.”

Cody’s mouth opens, closes, then opens again.

“You know what I like, Little J.” I wink at him and trail my tongue along my bottom lip for emphasis. “Hunter has never had his ass eaten. Ever. By anyone.” I quirk a brow at my best friend. “Unless you lied to me when I asked.”

“Didn’t lie.” He shifts sideways slowly, precum beading on his tip.

Fuck, I want to lick it off.

When he rests his head on the mattress next to Cody’s hip, I lift his thighs toward his chest. “Hold them there.”

He does, breath coming rough, cock twitching against his stomach.

Cody groans, face flushed, lips parted as he gently runs his fingers through Hunter’s short hair.

I kneel and spread Hunter wide, my breath ghosting over his fluttering hole. Fuck. Can’t wait to taste him.

“Atlas,” Hunter says.

“Just shut up and let me work because I promise you, Sweet Cheeks, by the time I’m done, you’re going to wonder why the fuck you waited this long to let someone eat this magnificent ass.”

I flatten my tongue and lick a long, slow stripe across his hole. Hunter’s back arches and a sound comes out of him I've never heard—not a grunt, not a growl. Something between a moan and a curse that gets strangled halfway out of his throat.

“Oh—fuck—” Cody’s voice squeaks.

I lick Hunter again. Slower this time. Wetter. Letting him feel every inch of my tongue dragging over him. “Mmm. You taste so fucking good, Hunt.”

His hole clenches and flutters against my mouth. “Atlas.”

I glance up without lifting my mouth away.

Hunter's head is tipped back, throat working, jaw slack. His chest heaves as Cody rolls his nipple between two fingers.

Fuck yeah.

My boyfriend doesn't sit on the sideline. Cody adapts, adjusts, and he’s making himself a part of this with whatever his body will give him.

Hunter growls, threading his fingers into my hair. “More.”

I point my tongue and lick into him in slow, filthy strokes.

“Fuck . . . fuck . . . Atlas.” He groans—deep and guttural—and wraps both hands around the back of my head. He pulls me closer until my face is buried and there's no air, just him. “Eat my ass, baby. Give me that tongue. More. Don’t stop.”

“You like Atlas's tongue in your ass?” Cody's voice is rough, lower than normal. “Like being ours for once?”

My cock throbs so hard I grind against the edge of the mattress just to take the pressure off. Jesus fuck. Where’d this side of him come from?

I reach up and wrap my hand around Hunter’s cock, stroking from root to tip.

Hunter writhes, grunting and cursing. “No—I'll—fuck—I'll come—”

“Then come for us.” Cody brushes his thumb over Hunt’s bottom lip. “Come all over yourself while he eats your perfect ass.”

“Fuck, Little Titan. That mouth.” Hunter kisses the inside of Cody’s wrist, his hips rocking hard and fast.

I continue to stroke him, my grip tightening around his rock-hard length, my tongue fucking into his hole. Then a strangled groan rips out of him, his body tensing, his cock pulsing in my hand. His hole clenches and unclenches around my tongue as I continue to stroke him through the orgasm.