But, more importantly, because I love Carter, and know he loves me.
I nod.
A slow, evil smile fills his features. “Myverygood boy,” he whispers.
Then he reaches down with his other hand and slowly strokes my aching cock.
I can’t help it—it’s too much, and I’m too damned horny. I now rock my hips in time with his hand. There’s no reason for me to feel false indignation or try to fight this. Why lie? My body has already told the truth. Countless times now.
I’d do anything to be Hers, to remain with her.
And if I now have a chance to bemoreto Susa than just a toy and a play partner?
Hellyeah, I’ll take it.
Every damn time.
If it means I belong to Carter, too, then I’ll do it. Whatever it takes.
He releases my cock and my mouth at the same time and I bite back a needy groan when he climbs off me and turns from me. Returning to Her.
I can’t help but watch. He leans in and sucks on her right nipple, pulling a needy moan from her. He repeats it with the left and my cock twitches as I watch.
Then he turns and meets my gaze as he pulls his T-shirt off and drops it to the floor. He slowly unfastens his shorts and shoves them down, showing he’s gone commando.
His own cock is hard and springs free. Finally, after all this time, I get to see what he looks like fully hard. He’s maybe a little larger than I am, but not embarrassingly so. At least in this one way I measure up.
Carter steps behind Susa and wraps his arms around her, cupping her breasts in his hands and offering them up, his thumbs brushing her nipples. I’m biting down on my lower lip to keep from embarrassing myself at this point. To prevent me from begging for more.
To volunteer that I’d do anything at this point for a sample, to join in.
To beg to not be left out, or relegated simply as an observer.
To be allowed to worship her body.
His gaze is still fixed on mine as he nudges her over to the side of the bed, until her thigh is pressed against it. “Up, pet,” he orders.
She reaches out with her hands, finds the bed, and carefully climbs up.
His hands slide down her body, settling on her hips.
Her hands brush against my hip, but she has both knees on the bed now.
Carter buries his cock inside her in one hard, fast thrust. The moan that rolls from her nearly makesmecome, and her shoulders drop to the bed as her head lolls against her arms.
But Carter doesn’t do more, still watching me while wearing that triumphant smile that’s part smirk. He holds her immobile, his cock deep inside her as his gaze scans my body, down, up again.
Then he pulls out of her and walks around the bed, climbing on it from the other side, straddling my chest and staring down at me. “Open.”
I do, automatically. It’s nearly an ingrained response at this point.
He orders—I obey.
He circles the base of his cock with his other hand and feeds me just the tip. My lips close around it, my tongue flicking along the slit as Susa’s taught me on the dildos—and that’s when it hits me.
This was his plan.
All the knowing looks shared between them throughout this experience make perfect sense now.
