“Maybe later,” I tell him, standing and brushing imaginary dust off my hands. “If you're a good boy.” His cock jerks at that word. A praise kink. Interesting.
“But I thought—” Teddy stares at us in disbelief, his cock still hard, aching and dripping.
“You thought we'd reward you for snooping around?” I ask, reaching for the zip ties behind his back. “We are going to have some fun with you first.”
The plastic cuts easily under my knife, and Teddy's arms drop forward with relief. Before he can get his bearings, I haul him upright by his shoulder, his cock bobbing as I manhandle him toward the metal chair.
“Turn around,” I command, spinning him so he's facing away from the chair. I pull his boxers all the way down. “Sit.”
“What are you?—”
“Sit the opposite way. Straddle it.”
Confusion flickers across his face, but his body obeys before his mind catches up. He settles onto the chair, legs spread wide on either side, his ass completely exposed. The position leaves him vulnerable in ways that make his breathing hitch.
“What are you doing?” Panic edges into his voice as I move behind him.
“Relax.” My hands settle on his hips, holding him steady. “You're going to like this.”
I spread his ass cheeks with my thumbs, and he jolts forward like he's been electrified. “Crowley?—”
“Shh.” I lean down and let saliva gather on my lips before letting it drop onto his tight hole.
The sound he makes is pure want—a low moan that rumbles up from his chest. His entire body shudders as the wetness hits his skin.
“Nova,” I call without taking my eyes off Teddy's perfect ass. “Come wet my fingers.”
She appears at my side with that sly smile, hiking up her black skirt. No panties, of course. My girl knows what she's about.
I slide two fingers deep into her slick heat, and she gasps, rocking against my hand. Teddy twists to watch, his eyes going dark at the sight of Nova's arousal coating my fingers.
I withdraw slowly, holding my glistening fingers up for him to see. “You'll love this. Nova's juices make the perfect lube.”
Teddy's body jerks at my words. He's torn between watching Nova and anticipating what's coming next.
I position myself behind him again, my wet finger circling his rim. He's tight—impossibly tight—and when I press inside, just the tip, his whole body goes rigid.
“Breathe,” I murmur, working my finger slowly deeper. “Let me in.”
Nova drops to her knees in front of him, bringing herself to his eye level. Her green eyes are bright with fascination as she watches his face transform.
“He loves it,” she tells me, her voice husky. “His cock is leaking so much it's dripping.”
She's right. Teddy's dick is weeping steadily now, his hips making tiny, involuntary movements as he tries to process the sensation of my finger inside him while Nova watches.
I work deeper, searching, and when I find that sweet spot?—
“Fuck!” Teddy's entire body jerks forward, his muscles clamping down on my finger.
“There it is,” I say with satisfaction, rubbing over his prostate again. “Feel good, Agent Coleman?”
Teddy can't even form words anymore. He's caught between Nova's hungry gaze and the relentless pressure of my finger against his most sensitive spot, his body trembling with the effort of staying upright.
“Look at him,” Nova breathes, reaching out to trace a finger along his jaw. “Completely wrecked, and we've barely started.”
I work my finger deeper, and Teddy's entire body shudders. Each stroke against his prostate draws another desperate sound from his throat.
“He has a lovely cock,” Nova observes, her eyes tracking the steady drip of precum. “I can't wait to see him explode.”
