My God, I hopethe same as alwayslasts for ever.
I don’t want to live without it.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
When my lips hand on Heath’s, they convey more than words ever could. When I kiss him this time around, it’s with a tenderness that’s full of thanks. He wanted to be there for me. He didn’t cut and run when he could have so easily said goodbye. That means so much, it’s unreal.
I slide my hand down his chest as Josh maintains his control over our beautiful client. It’s me who finishes unbuckling Heath’s belt and frees his cock from his trousers. Fuck, I’m fixated at the sight of him. I’ve missed him and his barbelled shaft as horrendously as the rest of him. I can only dream of what he’s going to do with it this evening.
His balls are already so swollen, he’s set to burst, his shaft veiny and purple headed. But I’m careful. I’m really, really careful. I don’t want him to come yet. Our time is only just beginning.
We share fresh kisses, all of us in slick, wet harmony. It’s been far too long since I’ve tasted my idol’s mouth, and far too long since I’ve tasted my boyfriend’s mouth as he shares it.
“How about you make Ella feel better now?” Josh whispers in Heath’s ear. “She’s the one who suffered the worst, and you’re the one who didn’t get to comfort her.”
“Oh, I will make her feel better,” Heath says. “I’ll make her feel like the princess she truly is. But there’s someone else I want to make feel a whole lot worse before I do that.”
My eyes widen as Heath shoves Josh away with both hands, the fire of fury back with a vengeance.
“Get naked,” he tells Josh.
Josh is only wearing his t-shirt and socks by this point, but he does as he’s told, throws his t-shirt to the floor and rips his socks off before standing naked, his cock proud and throbbing.
Heath’s suit jacket is on the bed, his shirt is hanging open. My God he looks so striking, so in control next to my naked boyfriend, two beautiful barbelled cocks, thick and veined and rearing up like two cobras waiting to strike.
“No wrestling this time,” Heath tells him, and clicks his fingers before pointing at the bed. “On your back, mouth open wide. I don’t want any more words of wisdom from your pretty boy mouth. I’ve had enough of it.”
Holy fuck, Heath’s energy gives me flutters. Heath kisses my shoulder tenderly before he leaves the mattress, taking his steeled cock in his hand as he stands to the side of the bed.
“Here,” he snaps at Josh. “Now.”
Josh’s eyes are locked on his, alight with a fire of his own as he does our client’s bidding. He’s on his back as he shunts himself backwards across the covers.
Heath shows no mercy whatsoever as he grabs Josh him under the armpits and hauls him closer.
“Fuck you, hitting that decline button.”
“I’m not going to keep apologising, Heath. I did it for you.”
“I don’t give a fuckwhy, Josh. You still fucking did it.”
I don’t think any amount of rationale is going to take the wrath from Heath’s demeanour. Josh’s head lolls back over the edge of the bed once Heath has finished hauling him, makinghim look submissive as all hell as Heath works his cock above him.
“I’ve been planning this in intricate detail,” Heath says. “I wanted to throttle you. Hard. And now it’s time.”
My heart is racing and my pussy is desperate. I get up on my knees and start taking off my dress.
“Not yet, Ella.” Heath points to the nearby armchair. “Take a seat and watch the show.”
Yes, sir.
I swing off the bed and clamber into the huge armchair, sitting cross-legged and rapt as Heath takes his time removing the rest of his clothes, tossing them aside. I can’t help sliding my hand under the hem of my dress and stroking at my pussy at the sight of my two naked gods.
Heath takes a handful of Josh’s freshy dyed hair and yanks his head even further back.
“No more words,” Heath tells him. “No protests. Just take what you’re fucking given.”
“You know I will,” Josh says.
