“They’re in here,” he said gently, tapping my temple.
I yanked my own hand back and thumped my fist against my stomach. “Then why do I feel them in here?”
Instead of answering me, he cupped my face, his favourite thing to do, I think, and leaned in for a soft kiss. I was hardly going to complain about that. Or the quiet hum and rumble of the cock ring around my dick.
I squirmed, trying to get closer to him.
“Shh.” He licked my lips, pushed a different button to activate the butt plug’s vibration, and I moaned into his mouth.
“Al—uungh.”
His hands skimmed over my skin, everywhere at once, too light and fast to track. Just when I thought I detected a pattern, he changed it up or pushed a button, making me writhe until I couldn’t remember I’d ever asked him a question. Or my name, or, for that matter, his.
I barely registered the door opening, so when the bed dipped behind me, I gasped.
“I got you,” a familiar voice whispered in my ear.
“Pere—”
“Yeah, babe.” He ran a hand along my thigh. “Relax already.”
I may have sworn at him, because he snorted out a chuckle. “Relax,” he said again.
CHAPTER 24
PERRY
I wanted verymuch to stroke Evan to completion, but I could tell as soon as I walked into our room that wasn’t going to happen. At least, not right away. Alan had a plan.
I hoped.
“Relax,” I told Evan as I skated my fingertips over his sweat-slick stomach. “Stop fighting.”
“Just want to come,” he whined.
“All in good time,” Alan promised him.
He groaned and I stroked a hand over his ass. A subtle vibration tickled my palm and he moaned. It drew my attention to the cock ring around his dick, and the plug inside him that the ring was attached to.
“You’ve been torturing my boyfriend.”
Alan leaned over him to cup my chin. “Our boyfriend, and yes. I have been.”
I stared at him.
“Problem?” he asked, gently but also tense.
“No,” I assured him. “Our boyfriend. Just never heard you say it out loud before.”
“Because I haven’t, but I should have.”
“Yeah,” Evan said dreamily, taking my still hand on his hip, and pulling it around to cover his dick. “Do the thing.”
I chuckled. “That thing?” I stroked his cock from base to tip.
“Oh yeah,” he said on a sigh.
“He’s been doing very well,” Alan said, “but getting a little loopy.”
