Page 30 of Never Too Late for Love
“Now that’s teamwork,” Landry said, his hands soothing their sore asses.
Bob had honestly forgotten Tilly was there. His focus had been Cris, and his eyes and mouth and body, and Landry’s impacts on their bodies as they stood there, bracing each other.
So far, Landry hadn’t stopped the two men from gaining pleasure from each other, so they kept doing it.
As long as they didn’t come without permission, hopefully they’d be okay.
What was Landry going to do, cane them?
Ha!
Finally, Landry seemed to have gotten his fill. He unclipped their restraints and had Tilly take them back to their bedroom for aftercare, which Bob didn’t understand, but didn’t question. Landry followed a moment later, closing the door behind him and already unfastening his shorts as he stalked toward the bed.
In one hand he carried a battery-operated Hitachi Bob knew had fresh batteries, because he’d been the one to check it earlier that day per Landry’s orders.
Ahhh…
Before Tilly could escape Landry, he had a hand in her hair and spoke a low, rapid-fire stream of French to her that Bob couldn’t yet follow despite his lessons. She moaned, squirming in Landry’s grip as he pulled her shorts down and off her, flipping her over onto her knees and driving hard into her pussy from behind.
“Cuddle with her, boys.”
Cris and Bob did, reaching under her shirt to play with her nipples as Landry’s cock pounded her from behind. He didn’t even bother taking off his shorts and shirt as he fucked her, reaching for the vibrator and pressing it to her clit.
She exploded. Cris turned her head toward him, kissing her while Bob continued to play with her nipples.
Landry looked like a man possessed, eyes wide and a beaming grin as he watched the three of them. Then with a series of short, jabbing thrusts, he threw his head back and emptied himself inside her. He switched the vibrator off and dropped it onto the bed.
Bob sat up and kissed him, pleased when Landry threaded his fingers in his hair and held him in place, returning the kiss while Cris kissed Tilly.
“My beautiful boy,” Landry whispered, nuzzling noses with him.
Then Landry’s hand trailed down Bob’s back, to his left ass cheek, and slapped the tattoo.
Landry smiled, and Bob knew now why he always gave Cris that same smile when he did it to him.
The sadist was pleased.
Very pleased.
That was always a good thing.
* * * *
Landry let Cris and Bob suck him while he cuddled Tilly, then sent the two of them—their cocks hard and unrelieved—back out to be hosts.
They were not to put their jocks back on, though.
“That was mean, Lan,” she mumbled.
“Whatever do you mean, love?” He didn’t try to conceal his snicker.
“Not letting them come yet and ambushing me.”
“I didn’t hear you safeword, pet. UnlessOHMYGOOOOOOODmumbled against Cris’ tongue is your new safeword. If so, my apologies.”
She laughed. “You’re lucky you’re so damned adorable.”
“You’re right. That, and I’m a sneaky damn fuck.”
