His smile looks hard, cold. “No. He can take me.”
“Ooookay.”
I unfasten George’s ankle cuffs while Declan fishes out his cock and gets the lube. I pull on another glove, remove the butt plug, and drop it on a towel.
George rolls over and I’m torn between the familiar look of a sub who’s had a good beating, and the face of my friend, the man I’ve known for years, my boss—our governor.
“Clip his wrists, Case.”
I rehook the clips to the wrist cuffs.
Declan grabs George ankles and pushes his legs up and back, then grabs him at the crease between hips and thighs and bodily pulls George so his ass is at the edge of the hassock.
“Beg him for his cock, boy,” I order.
George swallows hard, but his focus is on Declan, not me. “Please give me your cock, Sir.”
“Be specific, boy,” I order. “Tell him what you want, and where you want it.”
George is breathing hard. “Please fuck my ass with your cock, Sir.”
I watch Declan get into position, one hand braced on the hassock and one holding his cock. He leans in, kissing George as he starts pressing forward, and the moan George makes has me dripping wet.
“That’s it,” Declan says. “Breathe and push. You can take me.”
He slowly works his cock into George. Once he’s all the way in, he takes a long, slow stroke out and another in.
Then he wraps his hand around George’s cock. “If you can come before I do, you can have this one. Otherwise, you have to wait until before we go to sleep.” He slowly fucks George as he strokes him. I’m too mesmerized by the sight of them together to do what I was going to do, which is sit on George’s face and let him get me off.
Instead, what I do is kneel at George’s head and play with his nipples. “How’s his cock feel, hmm?” I whisper in George’s ear. “How’s it feel having Declan fuck you, boy?”
George moans. “Good, Ma’am.”
I have to admit I wasn’t entirely sure what my goal for this weekend was beyond trying to work shit out in my head.
But as I listen to George, who’s in what definitely sounds like subspace to me…I wonder if I went too far.
Obviously, George trusts us to put himself in our hands like he is.
Declan’s still stroking George’s cock. I reach in and take over that so he can brace both hands on the hassock for better leverage. George is already leaking, definitely close to coming. I give brief thought to being mean and ruining his orgasm for him, of getting him just to the brink where he starts to come and then stopping what I’m doing, but I decide not to.
He’s been good all evening so far, and taken what we’ve given him like a champ. I can’t be a bitch to him.
Because I love the fucking goober.
I nibble his earlobe. “Come on, boy. Give it to me.”
Declan kisses him again while fucking him, and I hear George’s orgasm start before I feel the way his cock hardens in my hand.
“That’s it,” Declan grunts as he digs in and really plows him. I’m creaming myself and probably have wet panties now from watching this. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to talk George into bottoming to Declan again after this weekend, butdamn, this is fuckinghot.
George’s cock explodes between them.
“Oh, yeah, boy,” Declan grunts. “I feel that ass squeezing around my cock.”
I continue stroking him until I know Declan’s finished coming, and then I bring my hand up to George’s mouth. “Open,” I order.
Declan’s gaze meets mine as George starts sucking his cum off my fingers.
