“Please tell me what the fuck is going on with the baby sub?”
Gregory laughed and started the drive back to his house. “I don’t know, I swear. I know that the three of them are doing something, but what, I don’t know. Keith and Micah have fucked, and Keith seems to like sitting at their feet, but I couldn’t elaborate on whatever dynamic they have going on.”
“Domestic servitude is the worst,” Landon lamented with a shake of his head.
“You didn’t like serving me this afternoon?” Gregory asked, a hint of teasing in his voice.
“I always enjoy serving you. I am not sold on needing to literally serve you, though.”
“I suspected you wouldn’t like that. But I appreciate you doing as you’re told regardless.” Gregory squeezed Landon’s knee.
“If you knew I wouldn’t like it, why did you ask me to do it?” Landon had a horrible thought. “Doyoulike it? Is that something you want more of?
He didn’t think he could manage if Gregory wanted that level of service on a continual basis.
Gregory barked out a laugh. “God, no. Here and there I may ask it of you, to annoy you. But I find it difficult to believe you don’t have hard limits.”
“Well, I don’t,”
“Everyone has limits. I have limits,” Gregory told him.
“I don’t think you understand,” Landon said softly. He waited until they’d pulled up to a red light before he continued. He squeezed Gregory’s hand with his until Gregory looked at him. “I would do anything for you.”
At the time, Landon had said it without putting too much thought into it, but the sentiment remained. He was fully invested in this endeavor with Gregory, and he wasn’t going to let anything inhibit their play.
“What would you think about a party at my house?” Gregory asked him, changing the topic, Landon suspected.
“Like…” Landon held his hands up in question. “Like today?”
“No.” Gregory shook his head. “I mean like a play party.”
“Are you asking me if I’m an exhibitionist, Sir?” Landon held a hand to his chest in mock horror. “Or are you still trying to fish around for a hard limit I didn’t tell you about?”
Gregory looked guilty, but the corner of his lip twitched and he casually adjusted the bulge between his legs.
“You’d do a scene with me in front of my friends? Our friends?” Gregory’s voice was husky.
Landon thought about it for less than two seconds. “Yes, Sir.”
Gregory fumbled with his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock free. “Suck me,” he said.
Landon shoved the shoulder strap under his arm and leaned over the center console, taking Gregory’s dick into his mouth. He bobbed his head and licked at the precum as it appeared. Gregory rubbed the back of Landon’s head with one hand, then slid the seat back slightly so he’d have more room.
“I’d strip you down and restrain you.” Gregory’s voice was deep and rough while he spoke.
Landon sucked harder.
“I’d make you cry then I’d spread you apart and claim you. Then I’d make you cry some more.” Gregory bucked his hips up, pushing his cock deeper into Landon’s mouth.
“They’d all be jealous of how perfect you are,” Gregory grunted. “How perfectly you submit.” His fingers tightened in Landon’s hair and he jerked his hips up, pressing Landon’s nose into the patch of hair at the base of his dick when he came.
Gregory released spurts of hot cum onto Landon’s waiting tongue and Landon groaned, sucking up every drop he’d been given. Gregory held his head there, even while his cock softened. Landon used his tongue to fondle it and keep it inside the warmth of his mouth.
Gregory pulled the car into his driveway and cut the engine, finally releasing Landon’s head.
“Go inside,” Gregory ordered him.
Landon righted himself and wiped at the corners of his mouth while Gregory tucked himself back into his pants.
