Three Cocks, One Tip(3)💦💦

Chapter 6.

Ross’ POV.

I had been working m at the new place for three days now. It was a small restaurant in a quiet street. It was quite different from the work I’d gotten used to but it was manageable. There were no private parties. No famous faces. Just regular customers and tips that barely covered the bus fare home. Grandma’s surgery had been scheduled. The money from before had helped, but it was never going to be enough on its own. I kept my head down and worked.

The bell over the door rang near the end of my shift. I looked up from the table I was wiping and froze.

Aaron walked in first. Colton behind him. Dicky last, already scanning the room like he owned it. They looked the same. Expensive clothes. Easy confidence. The kind of men who never had to worry about rent or hospital bills.

My stomach dropped as anger rose fast and hot.

They took a table in the corner. I sent another waiter over while I stayed in the back as long as I could. When the place started emptying I had no choice. I walked out with the check.

Aaron looked at me like no time had passed.

“Ross.”

I set the check down without sitting.

“What do you want?”

Colton spoke first. Voice calm.

“We found out what the manager did. He planted that pouch. We fired him the next day.”

Dicky leaned back in his chair, that same easy grin trying to make an appearance.

“Took us a while to track you down, waiter boy.”

I hated how the old nickname still landed.

“You let him throw me out. You did not ask a single question.”

Aaron’s jaw tightened.

“We know. That is on us.”

The words sat between us. It was like an apology without the full weight of one. I wanted to tell them to leave. I wanted to throw the check in Aaron’s face. Instead I stood there with the anger and the leftover want tangled so tight I could not separate them.

As soon as the last customers left, the other staff clocked out. I locked the front door because that was my job. When I turned around the three of them were still there.

Colton stood.

“We are not here to talk in circles.”

He walked toward the kitchen. The others followed. I should have told them to get out. My feet moved anyway.

Colton closed the swinging door. Dicky reached past me and flipped the lock.

Aaron stepped close first. He did not kiss me right away. He just looked at me like he was still deciding how sorry he actually felt.

“You can be pissed,” he said. “But you are still going to let us touch you.”

I hated that he was right.

Dicky moved in behind me. His hands slid under my shirt the same way they had the first night. Warm and full of want. Colton watched while Aaron finally kissed me. It was rougher than before. Teeth and apology mixed together. I kissed back harder than I meant to. The anger needed somewhere to go.

Boom. My work shirt hit the floor. Their jackets followed. Dicky’s mouth found the side of my neck while Aaron worked my belt open. Colton stepped in, turned my face, and kissed me slow and deep like he had been thinking about it for weeks. His hand wrapped around my cock the second it was free.

They moved me to the prep counter. Cold steel against my bare ass. Aaron pushed me to sit on the edge. Dicky dropped to his knees between my legs and took me into his mouth without warning. Wet heat. No teasing. I gripped the edge of the counter and tried not to make noise. Colton stood to the side and fed his cock past my lips. Aaron watched for a moment, then stepped behind me, slicked up, and pushed in slow.

The stretch pulled a broken sound out of me around Colton’s cock. Dicky kept sucking. Aaron fucked me in steady strokes that made the whole counter creak. They traded places like they had never stopped. One in my mouth. One in my ass. One watching with dark eyes and a hand on himself. When Dicky finally pushed inside me he laughed against my shoulder, soft and filthy.

“Still so tight, waiter boy. Missed this.”

Aaron slapped the inside of my thigh hard enough to sting.

“Quiet. Someone might still be outside.”

I bit down on my own arm to stay silent. Colton pulled out of my mouth and kissed me again while Aaron took his turn back inside me. The angle was brutal. Every thrust dragged over the spot that made my vision blur. Dicky stroked my cock in time with Aaron’s hips. I came hard across my own stomach and the steel counter, shaking, still full of them.

They did not stop.

Colton lifted me off the counter, turned me around, and bent me over it. He pushed in deep and stayed there while the other two took turns feeding me their cocks. Aaron’s hand stayed tight in my hair.

Dicky kept talking, low and amused, telling me how good I looked wrecked in a kitchen that was not even theirs. When Colton finally came he did it buried to the hilt, one hand braced on my back.

Aaron followed soon after, pulling out to finish across my hole and lower back. Dicky went last, turning me around again so I had to look at him while he stroked himself and spilled over my chest.

They stood there for a moment, breathing hard, looking at the mess they had made of me. Then Colton found a clean towel and wiped me down with the same calm efficiency as always. Dicky helped me back into my pants. Aaron picked my shirt up off the floor and held it out.

No one spoke for a while.

I fixed my clothes. My legs still felt unsteady. The kitchen smelled like sex and leftover food. Outside the street was quiet.

Aaron cleared his throat.

“We are in town for another week. If you want.”

I did not answer right away. The anger was still there. So was the ache. So was the money I still needed.

I looked at the three of them standing in the kitchen of a restaurant that barely paid me enough to live and nodded once.

“I will think about it.”

They left through the back door. I locked it behind them and stood alone under the prep lights with the taste of them still in my mouth and the ghost of their hands still on my skin.

Grandma’s surgery was in a day. The rest could wait.