I open my mouth.
Declan chuckles. “That’s what I thought.” He feeds me his cock and I softly moan as I smell him, taste him, that slightly salty tang of pre-cum and desire. I’ve tasted my boy countless times before, but tonight there’s something subtly different, and I don’t know if it’s me or him. He’s different from George in so many ways, and yet it’s like they’re operating with one hivemind tonight.
He eases his cock deep into my mouth, slowly, giving me time, but his goal is obvious—he wants it all down my throat.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice sounding strained. “Show it some love.”
“Fuck, that’s sexy,” George mutters. From how he’s restraining me, I feel the hard press of his cock against my leg through his slacks.
“Damn right, it is,” Declan says. When I look, I find him smiling down at me. “Been dreaming about this all evening, baby.” He gets it down my throat and then pauses, making sure I can breathe and I’m not going to gag, I guess.
I feel George touch my hands, and I think he’s simply checking my circulation.
Until I feel him slip something onto my left ring finger, where I’m wearing the ring he gave me.
“With this ring,” Declan softly says, staring into my eyes, “I thee wed.” Where his hands are cupped around my head, his fingers massage my scalp. “Maybe not according to the state of Tennessee, but in my heart and in my soul, you’re our wife. You’re going to wear those rings, and no more fake dating anyone for political purposes, unless you clear it withusfirst.”
My vision blurs and I blink back tears, but it’s not like I can speak, exactly.
His lips quirk in a smile. “Grunt once for yes.”
I do, and George laughs, the motherfucker. “FYI,” George says, “I happen to know three very highly-placed Florida attorneys, one of whom isdyingto perform our marriage ceremony for us. In fact, when I called Susa, she told me if I didn’t let her come do it for us, she’d never forgive me. Can’t have that, now, can we?”
“No,” Declan agrees, still smiling down at me. “We can’t.”
There are a million questions cavorting through my brain, like how am I supposed to explain my wedding rings, what will people say—
“Stopthinking,” George softly says. “For tonight, you don’t have to think. All you have to do is let us be in control.”
Declan clears his throat.
“Sorry,” George says. “Lethimbe in control, and letmebe his willing assistant.”
I can’t help it—I snort. Which, when muffled by a cock balls-deep in your mouth, sounds kind of funny. They both laugh. I think all of us have laughed more in the past several months than we have in a couple of years.
Declan takes his time, slowly fucking my mouth, apparently enjoying this special treat. Maybe I should do it for him more often. I really enjoy going down on him. That’s not the problem. I just…
My broken soul gets in the way too many times, too worried about what might happen in the future.
Trying to keep me from getting too attached despite how much I love him.
Bothof them.
Dammit.
Fucking goobers.
Mygoobers.
George starts playing with me again, and my brain shuts down. Of course the bastard doesn’t let me come.
“Okay, switch,” Declan says, pulling out of my mouth. He swaps places with George and doesn’t bother to tuck in his cock or zip up.
Although I’m no longer kicking or trying to get free, Declan still holds my legs and takes over playing with my clit while George feeds me his cock.
The man does have a gorgeous fucking cock. He doesn’t choke me on it, either, the way I’ve seen him do with Declan plenty of times. He takes his time.
“I wish I could put this load down your throat tonight,” George says, “but I think I only have one in me, and that’snotwhere I want it.”
