Hugh took Atlas’s foot and kissed his toes. “Yes, sweetheart. You can come now. You were so good for us. As promised, we’ll reward you and baby you.”
He wrapped his fingers around Atlas’s cock, bent down, and swallowed him. Whimpers and groans filled the room, and I wanted to taste them, so I pressed my lips to Atlas’s. Our tongues danced and explored as he got lost in Hugh’s blow job.
It didn’t take long at all. Edging could either make you come quickly or make it harder after holding back for so long. Thistime, it was fast. Atlas hung on to me for dear life as he exploded into Hugh’s mouth, and I got to devour all his little noises.
When he finished, Hugh sat up and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
I looked down at Atlas and laughed. He was completely dead to the world, or appeared that way. The only sign of life was his rapidly rising and falling chest. Hugh chuckled too and ruffled his curls before looking at me. “Do you think he’s had enough?”
“No! You promised worship and babying. I demand the royal treatment, dammit!”
We laughed harder as Hugh stood and lifted Atlas into his arms. He rested his head on his shoulder and draped his arm over the other’s shoulder.
“One royal treatment coming right up.”
As they headed up to Hugh’s bedroom, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed us all water bottles. I drank mine down and jogged up the stairs.
Atlas was leaning against the cabinet of the ensuite with his legs stretched out and his head against the wood while Hugh drew us a bath. As the massive tub filled with steaming water, Hugh sprinkled in some lavender bath salts.
I opened the bottle, squatted in front of Atlas, and brought it to his lips. “Drink,” I said. His eyes fluttered open, and he drank down the cold water I poured into his mouth, careful not to spill it on him.
By the time he’d finished his water, the tub was halfway full. Any more and it’d overflow once we all got in. I was the first to step in. When I sank into the hot water, I leaned against the tub and helped Atlas climb in. He sat between my legs and pressed his back against me.
As Hugh chugged from his bottle, I took the washcloth, lathered it with the soap bar, and started gently scrubbing him. “How do you feel, sweet thing?”
“Tired. Sore.”
“Then we did our job,” Hugh sniggered, easing into the water. When he sat down, he grabbed one of Atlas’s feet and kissed it before rubbing it.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” Atlas mumbled.
I rinsed the rag, wrung it out, and cleaned the sweat from his face and bangs. When I finished cleaning him as best as I could, I handed the rag and soap to Hugh. He took it and cleaned between Atlas’s legs and his hole.
When he sat up, his head fell forward as I massaged his shoulders, forcing Hugh to let go of his foot.
“How do you feel emotionally?” I asked. It was an important question. A night like tonight could take a lot out of you, not just physically, but mentally.
“Honestly?”
“Always,” Hugh insisted.
“Why do I feel like I want to cry?”
“You can if you want. It’s normal to experience a hormonal crash,” I said. “We did a lot tonight. You’re high on emotions, and when it’s over, you kind of crash.”
“Do you feel that way too?”
My cousin looked at me again, then back at Atlas, rubbing his legs. “No, it mostly happens with someone in your position, from being punished, fucked like hell, repeatedly edged, and then, finally, the orgasm.”
He nodded and leaned back into me. “I think I’m okay.”
“Are you ready for more?” I asked him. “Not now. Later, I mean. I can’t speak for Hugh, but I want a lot more. You were perfect tonight. I’m not saying that to placate or manipulate you. How you give in to us, and how you react to us… Honestly, it’s why we chose you.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Hugh said.
“I definitely want more, too. It was a lot, but I knew I could stop it at any time, and you would’ve without hesitation.”
Hugh leaned close and pressed his lips gently to Atlas’s. “You’re right. We would instantly stop. We’re either one hundred percent on board, or we’re not at all.”
