“Fuck me,” I whimpered, desperate for someone to touch my aching cock or fill me all the way. “I want you to fuck me. Please, I want to come.”
Brick reached out a hand, pressing it against Irving’s chest and then trailing down until he flicked open the button of Irving’s shorts. I saw the waistband of his white boxer briefs and the tip of his cock, poking up stiffly. Brick rubbed his hand against the erection, chuckling to himself. “You think I’m going to fuck you now?”
I nodded, tears forming in the corner of my eyes. “Yes, please,” I said. “Right now.” I tugged again at the restraints, feeling their hold over me. It was like the more I struggled to be free, the more I needed Brick’s touch to release me, my desire growing hotter every second.
“I don’t think you realize something, Ezra,” he growled. As I watched, he grabbed Irving’s cock, squeezing it like he was claiming something he owned.
“What?” I asked, barely able to get the word out, my heart pounding against my chest.
Brick grinned, that wolfish look on his face. He took a moment to study our bodies, toying distractedly with Irving’s cock while he did so and sending a fresh wave of tortured, needy contortions across Irving’s face. Finally, he looked back at me, his green eyes flashing like lightning.
“Today,” he said, “I’m taking my fucking time with you two.”
