“You better believe it,” I growled as I sped my thrusts up just enough to send Raleigh careening over the edge, loudly crying out his pleasure, then sobbing it into the sheets when I slowly fucked him all the way through his orgasm.
It was Murry who tugged him further up on the bed and rolled him on his side, gently stroking Raleigh’s hair off his cheek as he waited for me to join them. First, I needed a fresh condom andmore lube, though I switched to the strawberry because I knew he didn’t like tingly things.
Raleigh looked completely out of it when I stretched out on the bed beside him and crooked my finger at Murry, who crawled up my body until he was straddling my waist. Prepping him this way took a bit of maneuvering until he started undulating his hips, riding my fingers while giving me a preview of what he had in store for me once he was on my cock.
I was beyond eager but took as much time prepping him as I had Raleigh. Though there was no music playing in the room, Murry moved like there was a song stuck in his head. Maybe there was. I might even ask later. Right now, as I held my cock steady as he sank down on it, the only sounds I cared about were the ones I hoped to wring from him as he rode me.
He wagged a finger at me when I reached for his hips, and I let my hands fall back to my side as he rolled his abs, working himself to the rhythm he wanted and dragging me along with him. Then a hand slid in mine, and I turned my head to see Raleigh watching through eyes that were thin slits, grounding me so Murry could do his thing. I’d wanted skin to touch, and he’d given that to me with one simple gesture. Murry’s hands slid over my chest, brushing against my nipples, drawing my attention fully back to him.
Every long, languid motion was like molten pleasure, the rolling cadence of his dance intensifying until my brain turned to mush and my eyelids fluttered so much it was like the lights were flickering. The feel of Murry’s cum splattering my belly was what threw me over the edge, our cries mingling as he collapsed to lie against my chest. Raleigh let go then, so I could clutch Murry to me and hold him with floppy arms that felt like Jello as he quivered in them.
The bed dipped as Raleigh squirmed closer until his head rested on my shoulder, pressed against Murry’s, who was growing limper and limper on top of me. If I’d had the energy to move, which I didn’t, I wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon anyway, so I let the softness of the mattress suck me in. A soft puff of air ghosted over skin rapidly being cooled by the air conditioner. With Raleigh pinning my arm in place, there was no way to reach for the blankets, which we were going to need the longer we remained like this.
One of them sighed; I was almost certain it was Murry, because he was the one I felt snuggling like he was trying to burrow beneath my skin.
“Mmm, cold, but I don’t wanna move.” Murry muttered and let out a whine.
“Blankets,” I croaked out, hoping Raleigh wasn’t asleep yet, though all I felt from him was gentle, rhythmic breathing.
There was some grumbling, though I couldn’t make out any words as Raleigh slowly moved, the rustling of cloth alerting me to the fact that he’d been able to grasp them and draw them over us.
“Not moving again,” Raleigh declared as he wiggled back against my side, but at least we were snug in our burrow of blankets and more than ready to settle in for a nap.
It might mean being a few minutes late to the shop to help Aspen, which I knew he’d give me shit about, but there were perks to being the boss. Besides, pastries always appeased him. I’d just have to bring the appropriate amount for how late we were.
Which might mean hooking him up with a dozen of the damned things.
14
RALEIGH
“Merrrrr!” Wiggling on my back, I waved my paws in the air, loving the way the cloth over my hands fit so perfectly.
Daddy was right there with belly rubs as I squirmed on the floor of the pet play space at the very kink club where we’d first met Daddy. Murry hopped over, ears bobbing as he showed off his brown and gray bunny gear. We’d both opted for soft, fluffy, fully bodied gear tonight. Daddy had painted our noses and drawn our whiskers on, and now we got to have fun, fun, fun.
“Meow?”
Blinking, I rolled on my side to see another kitty peeking out from behind his daddy’s leg, waving a paw at me. His suit was the same sleek black I’d worn for a photoshoot in the loft, and when he crept out the rest of the way from behind his Daddy, I realized that it had to have come from Daddy’s shop.
“Meow.” I mewled and waved back in return, rolling onto my side as Daddy stood to go join the other Daddies.
Murry plopped down beside me and waved to the shy kitty too, who slowly crawled over to join us.
“It’s okay buddy, I’ll be right over here if you need me,” his Daddy said. “Have fun with your new friends.”
“Meow.” The little kitty said as he craned his neck to see exactly where his Daddy would be standing.
He’d only gone as far as Daddy Dorian did, to one of the tables just on the other side of the barricade designed to contain our toys. Once the kitty saw that his Daddy would be close at hand, he turned his attention back to us and crept closer. Murry had a ball between his paws, which he rolled toward the kitty, who batted it over to me. We kept the ball spinning between us, gaining speed, until I missed it and had to chase after it. Front end low, back end wiggling so I could swish my long, fluffy tail, I paused, eyeing the ball before I pounced on it.
“Merrrr?”
It slipped right from between my paws, bounced off the wall, and sailed over my head before I could catch it. Whirling, I spied Murry hippity-hopping after it alongside the kitty, who reached it first and tried pouncing on it too. The slippery ball squished right out from between his paws and into the air, for Murry to leap at. He caught it too and hugged it to his chest so it wouldn’t go bouncing anywhere again.
With the shy kitty and I looking on, Murry tucked it into the basket he’d carried with him tonight, and set it off to the side for safekeeping, like a little egg, which was fine, because while I’d been chasing the ball into the corner, I’d discovered large, dangly cat toys hanging from the ceiling, and led Murry and the shy kitty that way so we could play with them. Some of the toyshad feathers hanging from them, stuffed mice and birds that swung back and forth when we batted at them.
At least these couldn’t get away. While shy kitty batted and pounced, I rolled onto my back so I could stare up at the swinging rope while I batted at the toys, the lazy rhythm creating a hypnotic motion that I soon got lost in. Batting less, staring more, time melted into a blur of swaying feathers and a smiling mouse holding a piece of cheese. The next thing I knew, it wasn’t cheese I was staring at but one of the yogurt-covered berry treats Daddy had brought for us to snack on tonight.
“Well now, after watching you play with this, I think I need to add a few of these to the playroom in the loft,” Daddy said as I leaned closer and plucked the berry from beneath his fingers. “Would you like that?”
