Page 33 of Never Too Late for Love
“I’ve always been a little bit of a brat, Master. That’s one of the things you said you love about me. I’m not a doormat. Except that one time during my punishment period. Even then, that was a special circumstance, and I don’t think we need to rehash it.”
“True. I hate it when you use my own words against me.”
Bob was reduced to listening to this, his cock now hard and throbbing from what he was doing. He couldn’t see anything from his position. When he ran his tongue up inside her pussy, he tasted both her juices and Landry’s from their earlier fucking.
He flinched, followed by a moan when Landry’s hand closed around his cock and slowly pumped. “I have a special surprise planned for you two once we quiet our feisty pet. Talking to Joel and Fenton tonight, I got an idea I’d like to try out.”
“Uh-oh,” Cris muttered.
“Now why do you assume that’s a negative?” Landry asked.
All three of them, as one, even Tilly, paused and said, “Because it’syou.”
Followed by laughter.
Then Tilly’s renewed moans filled the room as Bob picked up where he left off.
“Nevertheless, I believe you two boys shall enjoy this one. We had a successful party, happy guests, great energy here all night. That deserves a reward for you both. And unless our sweet little viper”—she moaned as the first orgasm hit, grinding even harder against Bob’s mouth—“ah, there she goes now. As I was saying, unless our sweet little viper decides to remove our final restriction sooner, I need to be creative and discover workarounds that do not violate her rule. And I have. Make her come at least once more, boy, then get back up here.”
Bob was holding on to her thighs to try to keep her still. This wasn’t his preferred position to do his best job, but he was always going to follow orders.
And he’d never turn down a chance to take care of her like this.
He suspected Landry was helping by playing with her nipples, because Tilly started whimpering.
“Yes, let boy suck another one out of you. He’s earned his reward. Stop being a stubborn thing. If you make me drop you into subspace, I’ll have to tie you up and fill your pussy and ass with vibrating dildos to keep you busy until I take care of slave and boy.”
She cried out as she came, suddenly sounding muffled. Bob knew that sound—Landry had kissed her. Once she’d finished coming, Landry said, “All right, slave. I think it’s safe enough now to release her. Up, boy.”
Landry grabbed a fistful of Cris’ hair and a fistful of Bob’s. “Start kissing, and let Cris get a good taste of her on you, boy.”
Cris grabbed Bob and started to devour him.
Truthfully? Nothing against Tilly and how well she kissed, but Bob had never been kissed better or received sexier kisses than he had from Cris and Landry. Deep and raw and primal, taking and owning and Bob was happy to let them.
Cris didn’t just kiss him, he held Bob’s head in place and licked him, chin to lips, along his jawline, back up to suck on his lower lip, biting, teeth and tongues and a whole lot of need.
“On the bed, slave,” Landry ordered. “On your back.”
Reluctantly, Cris released Bob, but the dark, smoldering hunger in his brown gaze stiffened Bob’s cock even more.
And Cris’ cock was hard, ready.
Bob’s mouth watered and he hoped Landry was going to let him suck the man off. Even if Bob wasn’t getting off, he loved putting on a show for the sadist.
Earning agood boy, a head scratch.
The loving smile and snuggles that always followed hard, raw sex.
Landry made quick work of attaching Cris’ wrist cuffs to the headboard. Tilly lay on the far side of the bed, sated and smiling, watching the events unfold and looking more than a little rumpled.
Again.
Landry reached down and grabbed Cris by the ankles, hauling his legs up in a position like he was preparing him for fucking.
“Get in there,” Landry said. “So that your cocks are pressed together.” While Bob did that, throwing Cris’ legs over his shoulders and wishing he could fuck the man, Landry turned to Tilly. “Don’t fall asleep yet, pet. I have a job for you. Come here.”
She rolled onto all fours and crawled over while Landry moved out of the way. He stepped out of bed and returned with a bottle of lube and gloves over both hands.
