Page 13 of Roll With The Punches
Nights like this, he gave serious thought to maybe trying DP himself one day, on the receiving end. They had a couple of toys he’d ordered, a thick, fuckable sheath with a nice fat knob at the end, one for Jeff and one for Stuart. The men loved being fucked with them in. Brandon had tried one, too, and agreed it felt great.
Jeff’s breath felt warm against Brandon’s back as Jeff struggled to obey Brandon’s command not to come. When Brandon peeled his eyes open again, he stared down into Stuart’s green gaze. His hands had clamped around the restraints clipping his wrist cuffs to the headboard, and from the glazed look on his face, he’d fallen deep in subspace.
Brandon picked up the pace, hating to rush but not wanting to get caught by Emma’s return.
He ground his hips against Stuart, fucking him hard, deep, using the leverage to pound his cock into his boy’s ass the way Brandon knew he loved.
“Jeff, help him out,” Brandon ordered.
Jeff reached around him and found Stuart’s cock, stroking it between them as best he could with the limited space.
Stuart let out an adorable moan, his lower lip now clamped between his teeth.
“Yeah, you’re close, aren’t you?” Brandon asked.
“Yes, Sir,” he gasped.
“So am I.” A few more thrusts would do it. “Get ready. You both can come once I do…now.” Pleasure engulfed him as he buried his cock deep inside Stuart’s sweet, tight ass one last time. Jeff’s hand and hips both started moving, getting Stuart off a split second before Jeff let out a moan and fell still behind him.
From out front, they faintly heard the chirrup of Emma’s car locks being engaged.
Brandon rested his head on Stuart’s chest, loving the sound of his racing pulse starting to slow, thumping in his ear. “That was impeccable timing, boys. Good job.”
