Page 68 of Full Mountie

Beth’s hand closes around my cock. She gives me a sweet smile and tightens her grip. “What did you say to me downstairs?”

“Don’t come yet,” I groaned. “Easier said than done.”

She winks. “I know.”

Hugh probes me gently, working the lube into my puckered hole until he breaches my defences. That first press inside is shocking, but it’s also damn welcome. Beth doesn’t miss how my cock jerks and swells as his long finger pushes deep inside me and finds my prostate. He rocks the thick pad of his finger over that spot and my legs go weak.

“Wow,” she breathes, swirling her thumb over the wet head of my cock. I’m sure I’m like a fucking fire hydrant on a hot summer day, spewing pre-come right now.

Jesus. My hips rock back, seeking more contact, maybe another finger.

Instead I get Hugh’s retreat, then another cold press, this one firmer. Another tool to deprive me of human touch while still driving me crazy.

A plug.

“Oh God, no, no, no…”

Hugh chuckles. “This is why we have safe words, Beth.”

She giggles.

Evil, the both of them. “Fuck you, Hugh.”

“I prefer it the other way around, but I’d make an exception for you.” He presses more firmly and the widest part of the plug violates my ass.

My head lolls forward as I tell myself to hold fucking still and try to relax.

I succeed on being still.

The plug pops into place, and Hugh lazily slaps my ass cheek before circling around to Beth at my front. She’s petting my balls like I’m her fuck toy, and tonight, maybe I am.

“What do you want to see?” He’s so fucking casual while I’m stuffed and panting.

She shakes her head slowly, her eyes wide. “I don’t know. Anything.”

He grins and wraps his arm around her waist, getting closer so he can share the space right in front of my body. With his other hand, he unzips his fly and leisurely begins to stroke his cock.

She mimics him using my dick. Duelling hand jobs.

We’ve all come already tonight. That should have taken the hungry edge off and let this just be about kinky play, but damn if I don’t want to chase an orgasm right now. I sway my hips forward, clenching my ass around the plug Hugh’s stuffed in me, and I manage to knock cocks with him before he realizes what I’m doing.

“Lachlan,” he warns.

“What?”

“No topping from the bottom.”

“It feels good.”

He grins. “Okay, Beth, lesson number one. Sometimes kink is about power exchange. Earning submission from your bottom. Making them wait, making them beg.”

She nods, an eager pupil at the school of Professor Evans’ Deranged Perversity.

He exhales roughly and steps into me, taking my cock from Beth and sliding our flesh together. “And sometimes,” he mutters right against my mouth. “It’s just about dirty fucking sex.”

I moan as he sinks his teeth into my lower lip.

Without thinking, I reach for Beth, and my arm jerks hard against the rope. She gets the message, though, and presses into my side.

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