I can’t get out of bed without waking both of them, either.
Sure, Susa’s become quite adept at jerking me off during play, but this is…different.
“No, you don’t need to think about moving,” Carter rasps from behind me, his arm tightening around my waist.
His hand dips lower, under the waistband of my shorts, and wraps around my erection. He doesn’t start stroking me, just holding me.
Still not helping.
I struggle to remain still and not fuck his hand even as he softly chuckles in my ear.
Susa draws in a deep breath and opens her eyes. “Mmm. Morning.”
I don’t know if Carter’s intent was to distract me, but it’s working.
“No run this morning, obviously,” Carter says to Susa. “But I think boy deserves a reward for last night.”
“Oooh, nice. What kind of reward?” Her hand also snakes under my waistband, over Carter’s, lower, now cupping my balls.
Carter shifts position so I can roll onto my back. Now they’re both smiling down at me.
This doesn’t feel fair to them. “Do…do you want me to do something for you?” I’m terrified to ask that, terrified they’ll both say yes, but it’s the good kind of terror. I’m not sure how I’ll respond if they take me up on it.
They exchange a look. “You don’t need to worry about that right now, boy.” He squeezes my cock, making me moan. “Shorts off.”
Neither of them release me as I manage to shove them down and shimmy out of them.
“Good boys earn rewards,” Carter says as he slowly starts stroking me. Susa plays with my sac, and within a couple of minutes they have me nearly out of my mind with need. I beg, plead for permission to come, and am ordered to put my hands behind my head and keep them there.
Their hands change places, Susa stroking my cock while Carter plays with my balls, and they do that several times as I’m reduced to a literal puddle.
Finally, Carter sighs. “What do you think, pet?” He’s called her that a few times. It seems to be his pet name for her, and why would I begrudge that?
“I don’t know. He has beenreallygood.”
“True.” His hand is now the one on my cock.
She props herself up on her other elbow and leans in, her lips just above mine. “Who’s our good boy?”
“Me, Ma’am. I’m your good boy!”
“That’s right,” Carter says. “You have been averygood boy. Would you like Ma’am to kiss you while I make you come?”
“Yes, please, Sir!” I’m not even sure if it was penetrating through to my brain what I was agreeing to. He could have just as easily asked if I wanted to be fisted in the middle of the casino downstairs and I might have said yes by that point.
Susa sweetly smiles at me and slants her mouth over mine. Her tongue traces the seam of my lips and makes me open my mouth, now a full-on sultry, sexy kiss that makes me moan.
“Come, boy,” Carter firmly orders as he starts jerking my cock.
I’m actually glad she was kissing me, because I’m sure it muffled the sound of my cries as I explode in their hands. I’m not even sure what’s going on as Carter orders me onto my hands and knees and Susa climbs up to the head of the bed, spreading her legs.
Turns out she wasn’t wearing panties after all.
Carter fists my hair and guides me up, between her thighs. I’m struggling to mentally process this when her hands cup my face and tangle in my hair. “Good boys get other kinds of rewards, too,” she says.
Carter’s hand disappears, but he grabs my collar and twists, taking up the slack. He’s not choking me but if I tried to pull away, I’d be feeling it.
It’s obvious what they want me to do.
