Page 91 of B is for Beg


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“If that’s what you want to call it, yes. So… what do you both think?”

“Yes, please,” I say.

Gabe kisses my cheek. His body presses against mine as he leans over me, and I hear the soft smack of their lips as they kiss.

“If my boy and my fellow Dom both want to go home for sex and rimming,” Gabe says. “Who am I to complain?”

20

Calvin

We go back to my place simply because it’s the fastest to get to. The moment we’re through the door, we’re all over each other—kissing, touching, taking our own clothes and each other’s off. Once we’re all naked, I disentangle myself from my men and take a step back to admire them. They’re both panting, like me, and their lips glisten from our shared kisses. There are slight marks on Blake’s skin from the ropes, creating a beautiful pattern over his shoulders and chest and down his forearms and legs.

“Damn, you’re both gorgeous,” I say. “I can’t wait to fuck you both.”

Gabe quirks an eyebrow. “I thought the idea was formeto fuckyou?”

I laugh. “I want your cock up my arse, but I’ll be doing the fucking.”

He tilts his head. “Uh-huh. We’ll see. If Iamgoing to fuck you, you’d better go and douche.”

“Don’t get too carried away without me,” I warn as I head to the bathroom.

I cleanse myself thoroughly and then return to the living room with a bottle of lube. Blake and Gabe are on the sofa, kissing and touching each other, their hands exploring every inch of skin except their hard cocks. Their mutual embrace is slow and tender, their kisses soft and long. I stand and watch them for a while, stroking my cock as I enjoy the view.

Eventually, I clear my throat. “Do you want me to leave you to it?”

Gabe grins as he looks up at me. “No. Someone promised me a fuck train.”

I waggle my eyebrows. “I did, and it’s going to be fun. Do me a favour, princess. Lean over the table and show me your arse.”

Blake obeys immediately. He rests his hands on the table, bracing himself as he bends over and shows us his beautiful arse. Outside, the city is lit up beneath us. Damn, I’m glad I live so high up because it means we can fuck while looking over London without worrying about anyone seeing.

I squirt lube over my fingers and then hand the bottle to Gabe, who does the same. He puts the bottle on the table within Blake’s reach, and then we stand in a line, me behind Blake, Gabe behind me. I put one hand on the small of Blake’s back, applying enough firm pressure to get him to arch his back and thrust his arse out more.

“Oh, princess,” I croon. “I can’t wait to fill you with my cum.”

The shiver that shakes Blake’s body reverberates through my hand and up my arm. I chuckle, glad that I can turn him on with just a few words. I smear lube over his arsehole. Gabe does the same to me. Even though the lube has been warmed by his fingers, it’s still a bit of a shock. I shudder and waggle my arse, provoking a hearty laugh from Gabe.

“Had you forgotten how cold lube is?” he asks as he pushes his finger through my tight ring of muscle.

“Yes,” I grate out.

“You’re tight,” he says approvingly.

“It’s been a while.” I might be a switch, but I don’t bottom often.

“Why do I feel like I’m missing out?” Blake asks.

I push the flat of my thumb against his arsehole, massaging it lightly. “Just for that, I might make you wait,” I say. Fuck, it’s hard to think straight while Gabe is slipping his finger in and out of my arse.

“That’s mean, Sir.”

Blake’s face is reflected in the window, so I can see that he’s pouting. “What happens to needy, pushy subs?”

“They get punished, Sir.”

“Do you want to be punished?”