I’m tossing on my clothes as fast as I can, and so is Gavin.
It feels like we just stamped publicly that we belong to her, and now in the privacy of our home she’s going to show us just how deep that devotion goes.
38
SANDWICHES
We barely even pull intotheir garage when the back door is swung open and I’m immediately tossed over Gavin’s shoulder. His large palm lands on my ass with a thwack, making me moan as the plug shifts.
I thought about not wearing it at the photoshoot, but it felt like an incentive to get Gavin to agree to go in the first place. I haven’t told them my big plan, but I’ll have them approve it before it’s fully public.
Ben’s trailing behind us, his grin wide as he follows. Mikey greets him. He’s basically his cat now, and I can’t even blame the orange traitor.
Gavin carries me down the hall, my hands on his lower back to keep my head from dangling as he plops me down on his bed.
“Fuck. I’m all worked up,” Gavin hisses, cupping his cock outside of his pants. He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair, while I shift my body so that I’m resting on my elbows.
“What can I do to make it better, sir?” I ask, tilting my head to the side, feeling mischievous.
“Don’t push me, Katherine,” he says and I bite my lip.
I pat the bed, my gaze meeting Ben’s.
“Why don’t you take your clothes off and wait till he tells me what to do so I can tell you what to do,” I say.
Ben’s trying to suppress a laugh as Gavin grabs my ankle and drags me down the bed, making me yelp.
“You’re just looking for a red ass, aren’t you? Where’s my good girl at?” he asks, taunting me right back.
“I want whatever you want, sir,” I say.
“Now you want to be sweet for me?” he asks, his thumb rubbing circles on my ankle.
“I always want to be sweet for you.”
His rough hands slide up my thighs, making goosebumps pebble along my flesh as he grabs the silk belt of my robe.
“You are, aren’t you? Show me how sweet. Take this off,” he says, grabbing the lace of the lingerie and pinching it. “Show me where you want me.”
“Can you help me get out of it?” I ask, turning on my stomach, his fingers diligently unlatching each hook of the bodysuit. He then tenderly slides each strap off my shoulders before slipping it off my body. I have to adjust my body weight as he slowly shifts it down.
Eventually I’m bare to him, my face pressed against the sheets, with my plugged ass high in the air.
His fingers toy with the flared base, never tugging or shifting the toy, just enough to drive me crazy.
“Did you spend the whole photoshoot picturing what we were going to do afterward? Is that why you looked so fucking hot?”
Instead of words, I just press my ass harder against his hand.
“I think you need to learn a lesson in patience,” he says, and I groan.
“Ben, come here,” I tell him, and he shifts on the bed.
“No coming. No penetration, not yet,” Gavin says, but he doesn’t say no to me playing with Ben. I can abide by those rules, while making my own.
“You want to make me feel good, don’t you, baby?” I ask him, and he nods eagerly.
He’s still in his boxer briefs, not completely naked as I grip his chin and place a delicate kiss against his lips.
