“Tap Pretty Boy on the leg if you need us to stop,” I say, pulling out and thrusting back into him at the same time as Pretty Boy grabbing his face and thrusting into his mouth.
We’ve shared enough times that it doesn’t take us long to find our rhythm, although it’s hard to concentrate with how good Jamie feels and how tightly he’s gripping my dick. Even Pretty Boy is struggling to keep his composure, judging by the sounds he’s making.
I run my hands over Jamie’s corseted waist, he looks so slight standing up, but with his back arched like this and his ass pressing against me, it’s curves for days. I can’t resist giving him a few taps on his ass which sends ripples through him, in turn causing Pretty Boy to cry out from whatever Jamie did. As I explore, I’m very aware of his own dick between his legs. It’s probably painfully hard with how much he’s being stimulated right now.
Glancing over at Max, I try and portray my curiosity to him, seeking permission, but his eyes are locked on Jamie, and his hand is in his pants. Fuck it. I lower my hand and reacharound to grab Jamie’s dick. I’ve never done this before, so I’ve got no clue what I’m doing, but I listen out for the safe word and keep my eyes on Jamie’s hands in case he taps, but there’s nothing. I move my hand up and down his shaft and he clenches around me, so I take that as a good sign to keep going.
Max
I’m so close to my own orgasm I nearly miss Jamie’s. The last thing I was expecting was for Tank to start jerking him off, but as soon as he did I knew Jamie wouldn’t last. It’s like a domino effect, I watch as Jamie thrusts his hips into Tank’s hand, covering it in his own release. The moan from Jamie’s mouth fills the room, even though it’s stuffed with Pretty Boy’s cock, who can obviously feel it because he grips Jamie’s head, and with one final thrust comes down his throat.
Tank continues to fuck Jamie, not slowing, if anything going harder now that he’s got both hands free again to grip his hips.
“Lift him up,” Pretty Boy says.
Tank wraps an arm around Jamie’s chest and pulls him upright until he’s flush against him, not even missing a beat as he pounds into him. I’m enjoying the spent look on Jamie’s face, when it’s blocked by Pretty Boy who claims his mouth in a kiss. It’s a surprise, he didn’t seem that interested in kissing earlier, but something has obviously changed.
Seeing my boyfriend pinned between them sends me over the edge, and I lift my shirt just in time to blow my load on my stomach, probably letting out my own soft moans, but they’re all too invested in what they’re doing to notice, just how I like it.
It doesn’t take Tank long to finish himself, maneuvering Jamie’s head so he can kiss him too. Pretty Boy collapses back on the bed with a laugh, turning his head to look at me.
“Holy shit,” he says, “you’re one lucky guy.”
“I know,” I say, not even bothering to hide the smug smile on my face.
Jamie is incredible, and I know a lot of people don’t understand my love of watching him with other men, but I get off on his pleasure. And I’ve never been in a relationship that has a connection like ours before, it transcends physical intimacy, and he gives me the parts of himself that nobody else ever sees.
Tank releases Jamie so he falls beside Pretty Boy, my beautiful man is spent, and I could look at his blissed-out expression for hours.
“If you don’t mind,” I say to Tank and Pretty Boy, “this is where I prefer it when it’s just the two of us.”
“Of course,” Pretty Boy says, climbing off the bed and gathering his clothes.
“I would say thank you,” Tank says, “but that doesn’t feel like enough.”
“Thank you for joining us, and being so open minded,” I say, “I think it’s safe to say we both had an amazing time.”
“I guess we’ll see you for breakfast tomorrow then?” Tank asks.
I nod. “Absolutely.”
I lock the door behind them and turn back to Jamie, taking a moment to admire him from a distance. I love having sex with him, but I love the aftercare even more. It’s another reason I don’t mind him being with other people, because after they’ve wrecked him, I get to be the one to care for him and put him back together.
Lifting him into my arms, I carry him towards the shower.
“Did you enjoy that?” he murmurs.
“I sure did,” I chuckle, “did you?”
“Mm-hmm,” he nods. “Thank you for my surprise.”
“You’re welcome, beautiful.”
I sit him down and wait for the shower to get warm enough, using the time to undo his corset and strip him of his heels and stockings. Once it’s at a temperature he’ll like, I carry him into the shower, and even though he can stand, I use my body to pin him to the wall, making sure he’s secure.
I’ve already got his hair products and body wash, so I start to lather some shampoo into his hair, taking my time to massage his scalp.
“Thank you, daddy,” he says, smiling up at me.
