Page 34 of Never Too Late for Love
“Hands.” She held them out and he squirted a generous amount of lube into her palms.
“Huh?”
He pointed between the men. “Hold on to them. But no moving yet.” When Landry got behind Bob and nudged his knees wider apart, Bob had an idea what was going to happen next.
Both he and Cris let out identical moans as Tilly’s hands lubed, then closed around their cocks, sheathing both of them pressed together, warm and soft and sweet.
Bob gasped again as Landry slid what felt like two fingers inside his ass. Then he felt Landry reach under him with his other hand. Below him, Cris also gasped, the man’s cock jerking against his own.
“Motherfucker,” Cris muttered, now trying to rock his hips against Bob.
“Now you may earn your rewards. Bob, you may start fucking, and you may not stop until both of you have come,andboth of you are soft. If one or the other of you remains hard, or gets hard, you must keep fucking.”
Tilly snorted. “Oh, boy. That’s mean, Lan.”
“Iama sadist, pet.”
Bob started out slowly at first, fully understanding what Landry’s game was. Cris had been trained by Landry for far more years than Bob had, and was an expert at being milked like this. Cris also had a trained, ingrained response to recover quickly and get hard again. Bob had once watched as, impossibly, Landry had demonstrated milking Cris while the man wore a chastity cage. Landry forced five orgasms out of Cris in less than twenty minutes before Cris had finally safeworded. Only the first couple had resulted in cum erupting from Cris, the rest dry orgasms, but still damned impressive.
The best Bob had managed so far was three in thirty minutes.
Landry called that a starting point and room for vast improvement.
Bob took advantage of having Cris restrained to lean in and kiss him, finding his groove with Tilly’s and Landry’s hands where they were, and he started to really pound his hips against Cris.
“Fuckyeah,” Cris moaned. “Oh,god, that’s good!”
Tilly giggled. She varied her grip, always keeping their cocks pressed against each other and the lube creating a delicious slide of the underside of his cock against Cris’.
Then Landry triggered Bob first, rubbing against his prostate and forcing Bob over the edge. He forced himself to keep moving, to not stop fucking Cris, Tilly’s firm grip keeping his wilting cock corralled and still rubbing against Cris’.
While Bob had been coming, Landry had started finger-fucking his ass, pounding into him. Once Bob finished, Landry’s fingers had once again sought out his sweet spot and were gently coaxing him hard again.
And then Landry made Cris come.
The vicious cycle repeated three times over the next twenty minutes before Tilly safeworded. “Okay, Lan, this is fun, but I’m getting a cramp in my shoulder and I think my hands are pruning up.” She climbed out of bed to go wash her hands.
“You may stop, Bob,” Landry said.
Kind of anticlimactic at that point, because without Tilly’s hands there to contain their cocks, all Bob was doing was cardio.
Bob collapsed on top of Cris, exhausted and feeling a little chafed despite all the lube. He winced as Landry withdrew his fingers from Bob’s ass, heard Cris make a similar grunt below him, and then Landry headed to the bathroom, stripping off the gloves.
Tilly returned and nuzzled in to kiss Cris, then Bob. “That was cute.”
“Just imagine if I did that to both of them with one in your ass and one in your pussy, love,” Landry called from the bathroom. The sound of water running in the sink started.
“Fucker,” she shot back, smiling. She reached up and unfastened the clips restraining Cris to the bed. In a flash, he flipped Bob onto his back, pinning his arms over his head and kissing him.
“I want to be on top next time for that.” He smiled down at Bob. “That was definitely fun.”
Bob nodded, still trying to regain his ability to talk.
He thought it might have squirted out his cock around orgasm number two.
Landry appeared in the bathroom doorway, smiling. “Did I hear you say, ‘Fuck them,’ darling? Because I’m sure I could coax one more out of them tonight.”
“Ha! You wish. On both accounts.” She waggled a finger at him. “You promised not to badger me about this. Stick to being a tricky fuck.”
