“Sexy,” I purr when he gets caught up in his vest.
“Isthis sexy?” Ellison asks.
“His balls are going to turn blue and fall off by the time you’re done,” Aspen tells him.
I eye Ellison, pleased that I can start to see skin. “He has to be almost done. He’s already taken seven layers off.”
“It hasn’t been seven!” Ellison protests. “Fine, I will unzip my pants and stick it in. Will that make you both happy?”
“How romantic,” Aspen says.
“You, off with you!” Ellison orders, and Aspen laughs before kissing me again.
“Next time my cock is going in your mouth… that’s Ellison’s idea and I happen to like it,” he says before disappearing.
“What’s this… about his cock in my mouth… Do I get my dream of being spit-roasted by two of you?”
Ellison clamps a hand over my mouth. “Silence is best.”
I beam at him, not quite sure it is but willing to pretend. I sit up and undo a button he seems to be struggling with before pushing his clothes off so I can finally see some bare skin covered in tattoos. I can also see the bruises on his throat that’d been hidden by his collar and wish he’d told me what was going on sooner. But I oddly happen to be just as stubborn as him, so it’s no surprise that he didn’t.
I lean forward and kiss his lips gently while one of my hands roams and the other slips the button on his pants free. “Does this mean you’re not going to run away from me?” I ask as I push hispants down. I make sure his underwear goes with them so he’s finally naked in front of me. My eyes drop to appreciate what I have to look forward to before Ellison pushes my face up, his cheeks red.
“Stop… looking at things.”
“I’m not allowed to look? You can look at mine.”
“Just…” He shakes his head, and I love it when he’s flustered. “I wish I was more like Aspen.”
“Don’t wish you were like someone else, even someone who’s a part of you. I didn’t devote my life to someone else, husband, I devoted it to you,” I say before nipping his lip so he can’t say something foolish about us not being married.
He presses into me, his tongue brushing against mine while he pushes my underwear down, freeing my cock. His hand runs over me as he holds his hand out and Aspen drops lube and a condom in it. “Is this literally all you called me back for? I got all excited for nothing!”
“You can go now,” Ellison says.
“I should get a treat for coming.”
Ellison grumbles but Aspen’s face lights up when Ellison leans back just enough that Aspen can kiss me. “He’s a bit jealous still. We’ll ease him into it.” He beams at Ellison before disappearing.
“Are you jealous of yourself?” I ask.
“He’s… so much different than I am.”
“I don’t think he is. Maybe he’s a bit more… outgoing, but he’s still a part of you.”
“Which is the only reason I’ve allowed him to rub his spit all over you.”
I smile at him. “The real question is… have you touched each other’s penises? Like… it’s still masturbation, you know? I’m sure you touch yourself, so what’s the difference?”
“That’s not… no! Who thinks of that?”
“I wouldn’t have needed any sex toys,” I mutter.
He covers my mouth again. “I’m going to call him back just to keep your mouth shut.”
“Oh? Is he going to put something in it to keep me quiet?”
This whole thing is too delightful, and him getting flustered? It’s the cherry on top.
