Of course I give George another taste of me, courtesy of Declan’s fingers.
And George repeats it with Declan.
Challenge accepted.
We continue like this for probably the better part of fifteen minutes, until I’m sure poor Declan’s hand is close to getting cramped.
I tip my head back and kiss him. “Finish me off, and then you can fuck me.” I kiss him, swallowing his moans as his hand speeds up between my legs.
It’s easy for me to let go with Declan like this because of the level of trust I have in him. I’m well aware of George right next to me, the haggard sound of his breathing as he watches us, how he keeps slowing his strokes and squeezing his cock to hold back his own release. Not sure how he plans to get his, but if he wants to do it with Declan, he’s going to have to wait his turn.
I have dibs on the boy.
When my release starts, Declan senses it and stays with me, deeply kissing me with a hunger that would be cruel for me to deny.
Wouldn’t it?
I mean, yeah, I could change my mind, but he’s been such a good boy. Contrary to what you might think of me, I do like to reward my boy for good behavior. Sometimes I make him wait because it suits my purposes, helps with training him. The needier he is, the more eager he is to please.
I finally lay my hand over his to still him and snuggle tightly against him. We’re kissing, and George is practically about to explode next to us. I roll toward Declan, onto my back, and shimmy out of my panties.
Doesn’t take Declan but a second to climb between my legs, slide his cock inside me, and go to town. This morning he actually manages to fuck a second climax out of me, which wasn’t required but speaks to how good he is with me in this way. Over the years, he’s definitely taken all the lessons I gave him to heart.
George climbs out of bed, rids himself of his sleep shorts, and returns, kneeling next to me on the bed as he strokes his cock. The poor boy no sooner is coming, giving me that gorgeousO-face I love seeing him wear, when George grabs a fistful of Declan’s hair and pulls his head down so he can fuck the boy’s mouth.
I giggle—I can’t help it. George looking so needy, and viciously skull-fucking the come-drunk boy, is a beautiful sight. It doesn’t take George long to shoot down Declan’s throat, either, before slumping back onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard.
When George finally releases Declan’s head, he leans in and kisses the boy, long and tenderly and making a lump well up in my throat. The man really does love Dec—I can see it between them.
Declan ends up between us, his face pressed between my boobs and George spooned along his back. “Better, boy?” I ask as I play with his hair.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he mumbles, sounding like he’s already half-asleep again. “Thank you.”
I scratch his scalp. “Thankyou, boy.”
“Yeah,” George says, nuzzling the back of Declan’s head. “Thank you.”
George’s gaze catches mine, and Ireallycan’t deal with the intensity there right now. I close my eyes and focus on Declan again. He’s my mostly known quantity. As long as George doesn’t take him away from me, he’s still mine, and I know how to deal with him.
I don’t know how to deal with this aspect of George yet. I’m not sure how to manage him. Neither one of us are submissive, so I have no clue where to go from this particular point. Declan is the pivot between us.
George reaches around Declan, finds my hand again, and gently squeezes. “And thank you for staying last night. I won’t try to push my luck, but if you want to stay tonight, too, I’d really like that.”
“Me, too, Ma’am,” Declan says.
I’d love it, too, but old, familiar panic tries to kick in. I shove the slimy, creeping feeling down, for now. “Let’s see how I feel later, boys. Not making either of you any promises I can’t keep.”
George sighs, then gently squeezes my hand again before releasing me.
At least he won’t try arguing with me this morning. For today, he’ll accept what I can give him.
Just like he accepted what I gave him that fateful January night in my office.
The night I gave him my boy.
