After George releases that bite, he rakes his nails down Declan’s back, hard. I’ve gotten a few glimpses of George’s cock—because he’s naked, too—and he’s fully erect.
Nothing against Declan, but if I thought George would let me tie him up and ride him, I would. In a heartbeat.
I know, I get the irony.
I’ve always thought George was a handsome man. The gaunt skeleton who returned from hell looked very little like him. He’d left with typical middle-aged softness, a slightly rounded tummy, but still in good shape.
Now?
The man’s a fuckinggod, he really is. I don’t recommend what he endured as a weight-loss regimen, but he didn’t waste his opportunity to remake himself. He’s hard and lean and chiseled now.
If more women got a look at the man like this, they’d be beating down his door to fucking date him.
Ellen would be in heaven.
Although George could’ve been four hundred pounds of flab and Ellen still would have been just as madly in love with him as she was when she met him in college.
Next on the list is a paddle, maybe three inches wide. Looks like it’s oak or pine or something. It makes a hell of asmackagainst Declan’s flesh as George uses it to further tenderize Declan’s ass and thighs. He also gets him in the fleshy part of his upper arms with it, not holding back at all. By the time I next get time with my boy, Declan’s going to be completely black and blue all over.
Hell, he’ll probably still be in subspace, at this rate.
George reaches out, fists Declan’s hair, and wrenches his head back as he smacks that tenderized ass with the paddle.
“Who’s this ass belong to?”
“You, Sir!”
“Whose holes are going to get used this weekend?”
“My ho—”SMACK!
Whoops, wrong answer. I nearly laugh out loud.
“Whoseholes, boy?”
“Yourholes, Sir. They’re your holes.”
I should be jealous. I should be angry.
But…I can’t.
Because there’s something so viscerally needy and happy in Declan’s tone right now.
A certain something I don’t usually hear in his voice when I play with him, and maybe never did.
Maybe George is better for him, too.
George chuckles, sets the paddle aside, and climbs up the bed, straddling him. I think he’s going to fuck him now, but instead he leans in and nuzzles the side of Declan’s head, whispers something to him that I can’t hear, and gets a low, deep, needy groan out of the boy in response.
All while Declan rocks his hips, like he’s trying to hump the bed.
Obviously, I’ve been going too easy on the boy. I’ll have to step up my game in the future.
Honestly? If I’d known how truly damn hot it would be watching them, I might have joined them long before now. Except part of me says it’s a bad idea to stand here watching them, because I’ll want to join them.
I can’t do that. Not without some assurances first.
Not without settling some things with George.
