Page 15 of Never Too Late for Love
He’d enjoyed learning this man’s body, teaching him how to enjoy his in return. Landry had done well by orchestrating this. The tricky bastard got to be poly, both Cris and Tilly—and Bob—had fun in the process, and everyone was a winner.
Landry was no idiot. He was the oldest and fully recognized that. Two fights with cancer and surviving the car wreck had changed him.
Cris also knew that while Landry both loved Tilly and enjoyed making love to her, there were times, he’d admitted to Cris, that he’d conjured memories or fantasies of Cris or Bob—or Cris with Bob—to make sure he could finish with her. Not all the time. For example, if he was tired after a day of work, or playing with KC.
The man was gay, after all. Cris would never forget his own mix of shock, lust, greed, and envy on their wedding night, as he lay tied up and helpless, watching Landry fuck Tilly. He knew the sadism part of it—inflicted on Cris—had helped Landry perform that night. The new toy energy Landry then had with Tilly, and the love Landry grew to feel for Tilly.
Cris also didn’t miss how there’d been more frequent times lately, before Bob joined them, when Landry would use triggers to get Tilly over the edge while fucking her, then pull out and start fucking Cris and finish inside him, mouth or ass. Landry hadn’t been saving it for Cris—Landry hadneededhim.
Bringing Bob in would take even more pressure off Landry, helping both mentally and literally. Bob could take up any slack in that department. Cris had initially planned to not engage Bob beyond anything Landry ordered, in terms of sex or play, not wanting to force himself on the man.
Except Bob had quickly grown to like, then love it.
“Please!” Bob begged.
Without releasing Bob’s cock from his mouth, Cris turned around into a sixty-nine on top of Bob. Cris moaned around Bob’s shaft as Bob’s mouth engulfed his cock.
Eager, needy, Bob sucked Cris deep and hard and it took everything Cris had not to start fucking the other man’s mouth and blowing his load.
He wanted this to last, for both of them.
Bob’s hands gripped Cris’ ass, holding him in place. This wasn’t a man being forced to service another—this was a man eager to reciprocate.
Cris rocked back and forth on top of Bob, savoring every sensation, the hot, wet heat of his mouth, how he’d learned to use his tongue on a cock as if he’d been doing it all his adult life—how each moan rolling from Bob vibrated through Cris’ cock.
It wouldn’t take much to turn around again and impale his own ass on the gorgeous, thick cock he was sucking, except he’d never violate a rule like that. He could dream, though, and eagerly anticipate it.
After several minutes, Cris’ need was too great. He plunged his cock into Bob’s mouth, his load building and balls growing tighter as his orgasm built. Twisting like wire close to snapping, before he deep-throated Bob to muffle his own moans and shot his load down Bob’s throat. Bob almost immediately came, and Cris swallowed every salty drop of cum pumped into his mouth.
When they were both finished, Cris turned around again and held Bob, breathing easy and feeling sated for at least a couple of minutes.
“Thank you, Sir,” Bob mumbled against his chest.
“Still Cris and Bob.” He rubbed his chin across the top of Bob’s head. “I might have to fly out to LA next week, too.”
“For work?”
“No, to dodge Landry. I swear I spent most of the last three days before you guys got back tied up and either sucking his cock or being fucked. One time, he put a TV table in front of the spanking bench with my laptop on it and tied me to the bench so my hands were free to type so I could work. Spent nearly six hours there, him coming by and fucking me when he felt like it, usually with a damn strap-on.”
Bob laughed. “I don’t know if I should be worried or turned on.”
“Yes.” Cris nuzzled his head again. “I’m sure you’ll spend time like that with the sadist, too.” He sighed. “Would you like a break from the cage?”
“He didn’t offer me one.”
“I’moffering you one.”
“I thought you said we’re Cris and Bob right now.”
“Exactly. I’ll tell him the truth, you were starting to get some red marks, and it’s time to give you a rest. Oh, that reminds me.” He rolled Bob onto his back, found the last spot he’d bit, already fading, and bit him there again.
Bob’s fingers dug into Cris’ back. “Fuuuuck.” His cock started to harden again.
Cris growled against Bob’s flesh as he bit and sucked. Some day, hopefully soon, Cris would be able to throw the man’s legs over his shoulders and then Cris could fuck his ass while biting him.
Marking him.
Maybe it was Landry’s collar, but until their ring was also on Bob’s hand, he wanted the man to know he was owned in more than one way.
