I just need to hold out for a few more minutes, then they can fuck me where- or however they want me tonight.
Carter lets out a melodramatic sigh that makes me giggle again because Owen looks up at him with awhoopsieskind of expression.
“I can see our boy is easily distracted tonight,” Carter teases.
“Sorry, Master.”
Carter crooks a finger at him, and Owen stands so Carter can pull him into his arms.
I prop myself up on my elbows to watch. I love watching my men together. It’s breathtaking because of the raw beauty between them. Owentrustsus. He wasn’t gay or bi when he met Carter, but the tricky sonofabitch trained our sweet boy to crave what they have.
Knowing this about him, it makes their bond that much more powerful to witness.
At six-four, Owen is six inches taller than Carter, even though Carter definitely has no trouble taking charge of Owen. As they kiss, Owen slowly unbuttons Carter’s shirt and pulls it free from his slacks. He slides it off Carter’s arms and discards it, then starts tugging his undershirt free. I watch Owen’s hands as they slip up under it, caressing Carter’s back, tracing the scars there.
Unable to help myself, I stand and join them, pressed along Carter’s back. This works perfectly, actually.
I lift the back of Carter’s undershirt and kiss his back, trace more of his scars with my tongue and lips. When he shivers between us, I know the tables have turned, at least briefly, and Carter is ours for a moment. He’s definitely not a switch, but he trusts us, too, and sometimes we can help him lose himself in the moment and let us pamper him. Not subspace, like Owen and I achieve, but I guess as close to it as he might ever experience.
I pull his undershirt up and off him as Owen’s hands drop to Carter’s ass and they start grinding on each other.
I pity our dry cleaner. I know Carter went commando, and Owen’s no doubt already leaking pre-cum all over him.
Sliding my hands around Carter, I ease them down and inside the front of his slacks, along the firm plane of his abs and where his trimmed bush tickles my fingers.
Yep, he’s hard. His deep groan as I cup his balls with one hand and his hard cock with the other sends a frisson of need through me.
I nip the nape of his neck. “I think I want Master in the middle tonight,” I say, and Owen’s needy grunt in reply meansthatmatter’s been decided.
Owen loves both of us, but he lives to do my bidding, to especially make me happy.
So sue me if I take advantage of that just a little tonight.
Carter loves both of us, but Owen’s wish is his command. I’m a total slut for Carter, but there’s times he’s happy to let me guide the fun, like right now.
And everyone’s a winner.
Carter breaks his kiss with Owen to tip his head back and receive a kiss from me. “Sneaky fucking girl.”
“You should know, Master.” I give his cock a gentle squeeze that has him humping against Owen and draws another moan from both men.
“I’d planned on the two of us making you safeword from orgasms tonight, pet,” he says, his head tipped back against my shoulder as Owen nibbles along the front of his throat. “Brought a vibrator and everything.”
“Mmm. I think I want the main event up in the bedroom,” I tell him. “But first…” I force myself to let go of him and untangle myself.
“First?” they both ask as I step away, toward the tree.
“Yeah.” I smile. “I know we agreed no presents between us this year, but I got one for both of you anyway.”
Owen’s still got his arms wrapped around Carter. “That’s not fair,” he practically whines. “I didn’t get you guys anything.”
“It’s more a family present,” I say. “And it’s on the tree.” I point at the tree. “But you have to find it.”
Carter groans. “I should spank you, pet.”
I grin. “I’m hoping you do, Master.”
They finally break apart and I step out of the way while they start searching. I spot it the moment Carter sees it, but when he points it out to Owen, I have to hold back my laughter, because our boy wears the most adorable, clueless expression. It reminds me of the sweet college guy who struggled to assemble my IKEA purchases in my living room while trying not to let on he had no damn idea what he was doing.
