“He’s so fucking good, isn’t he?” I chuckle as I continue to touch myself.
“Is he sucking my soul out?” Chance huffs as his fingers grip the edge.
“Feels like it. Don’t fight it,” I warn him.
“I need to touch you, D,” Chance asks.
“Touch me then,” I tell him as he reaches out and takes over from my own hand, a hiss falling from my lips as he slides his hand over my cock. Yes. A moan falls from my lips. Then Ernesto looks up, changes sides, and his mouth engulfs my cock as my hand then takes Chance’s cock. Oh, wow, the sensations are dizzying. Ernesto alternates between us as he brings us both to the edge. I’m the first to blow down Ernesto’s throat, who takes it so well, then once I’ve finished, he moves back to Chance, and he finishes next.
Wow.
Ernesto looks between us proudly. “That was fun.” He smirks, wiping his lips.
“Do, um, you need something?” I ask, looking at him.
He shakes his head. “Unless either of you is offering.”
“What would you like?” I ask him.
“You know that is a dangerous question to ask me, Mr. Jones.” He smirks.
“We want to know,” Chance adds.
“I would like to do what we did last time, but this time I want his mouth on your cock while I fuck you,” Ernesto confesses.
Well damn. Yes. Tie me up again. Not sure if my dick will be ready to go again so quickly, but I’m willing to try.
“Yes,” I moan. Chance raises a curious brow at me. “Just you wait.” I grin at him. “Let’s go,” I say as we get out of the pool and quickly dry off. “Get on the bed, Chance. On your back and wait for us,” I command him. He doesn’t hesitate and does as he is told.
“You do the same. All fours, and I’ll do the rest,” Ernesto tells me. I nod and scurry onto the bed, but this time I crawl over Chance and lean in and kiss him. He instantly kisses me back. It’s been such a long time since we have done anything sexual together, and I know this is wrong because I don’t want to give him mixed messages. This won’t continue when we get home.
“Chance …” I say, slowing our kisses down.
“Hmm,” he mumbles as his lips caress my neck.
“What happens in Paradise, stays in Paradise,” I tell him. Chance stills. “I’m having fun, but that is all it can be. Do you understand?”
Chance frowns but nods. “I understand.”
“We are friends,” I say, grabbing his chin, making him look at me, “we will always be friends.”
“I’ve missed you.”
“I know you have, but you know why I …”
He nods. “I’m sorry I hurt you, D. Truly.” I can hear the sincerity in his voice.
“You don’t have to keep apologizing. As long as you are healthy and happy, that is all I care about.”
Chance frowns again. “I’m healthy, but not sure if I’ve ever been happy.” My heart breaks hearing him say that, but the moment is broken when Ernesto opens the restraints from the bed, and they fall between us. “What the?”
“Wait and see, it’s delicious.” I smirk as I sit up and start wrapping the restraints around my hands. Chance sits up on his elbows and watches my movements with intrigue. Ernesto tampers with the levers and secures me in place.
“Continue what you were doing before. I need him warmed up,” Ernesto tells us. Now that my hands are bound, it’s going to make things awkward, but I lean forward, and the levers hold me in place as I kiss Chance again. He kisses me back slowly, but is distracted by everything going on. I’m suspended over Chanceas if I am hovering, then I feel Ernesto rubbing oil against my skin, the cool liquid tingling but soothing as his expert fingers slide inside the delicate hole. A moan slides across my lips as he inserts a second finger, my eyes shutting as the sensations take over. Chance smirks as he starts licking my skin. He moves down toward my nipples and softly nibbles them, making me groan.
“He likes that, keep it up,” Ernesto tells Chance, and he does with gusto. I am at his whim as I can’t move, which emboldens Chance as his hand slides down to my half-hard cock. He teases, gently running his fingers over the soft skin, helping my cock to harden again. Suddenly, Ernesto’s fingers disappear, and the blunt tip of his dick slides between my cheeks. He’s teasing me, they both are, I realize. This isn’t what is supposed to happen, I’m supposed to be teasing Chance. How did the tables turn so quickly? Ernesto’s fingers grip my hips and he pushes against me. “So tight. So ready. Your hole is eager to be filled.” He chuckles, pushing in the entire way, making me hiss. “I’m going to move him into another position, something that will be beneficial to us both.” Chance stops playing with me and sits back, then the butler pulls on the leathers, and I’m now no longer hovering. He has me semi-straight as he starts to move in me. “His cock is in the perfect position for you,” Ernesto tells Chance, who looks up at my butler and smirks, and the next thing I know, Chance is turning around, and his mouth wraps around my cock, a happy hum murmurs through his throat as he takes me in. He lets Ernesto’s rhythm push me further down his throat as my dick starts to come back to life. Closing my eyes, I let the sensations take over and lose myself to the experience. It’s deliciously dirty.
I must blank out at some point because it’s the sound of Ernesto roaring his release that brings me back to the moment.
