I wasn’t going to last. Not like this. There was no fucking way. Between the two of them, I was so wrapped around them that I could feel longing from my balls to my heart.
Mateo kept going until he was satisfied and I was trembling. I heard the flogger hit the ground and breathed deep as his palms spread over my back, massaging me with a gentleness that paired so well with his dominance.
“You did so good for me,” he whispered in my ear. The leash jerked the ring around the cock and I gasped. “And now we’re going to fuck Avery at the same time. Do you want to be on the mattress or standing above us?”
“Mattress,” I said. “Please, Sir.”
“Yes. You’ve been good for me.”
He released the leash and uncuffed me, giving me a few moments to roll my shoulders and bask in the fact that I’d been good.
And that I was being rewarded.
Mateo grabbed hold of the hood over my head and pulled it free. Light flooded my vision and I blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted.
And I immediately turned my head to look at Avery.
Fuck.
Her legs were spread, her pussy covered by a patch of wet red lace. Mateo leaned down and unleashed my cock, and then worked the ring free. The rush was immediate. I’d already been fucking hard, but I swore I was harder now than I’d ever been before.
“Did you get your sketches?” Mateo asked, his tone even, not giving away what he’d whispered into my ear.
She closed her sketchbook. “Yes, Sir.”
“Did you prepare the way I asked you to?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“How about you show Levi what that means?”
I swallowed hard as I watched her expression. Her cheeks were already pink, her eyes a little glassy. I loved it when she was just a bit nervous, and yet so incredibly turned on. I knew how that felt.
“Show him.” Mateo’s words were a command this time.
Avery looped her fingers in her panties and pulled them down her long legs, kicking them free. She rolled over onto all fours and reached back, spreading her ass for us and showing me the red plug.
Fuck.
“Have you been wearing that?” I rasped. “The entire time?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, my cock throbbing. I looked up at Mateo, tempted to beg for us to do this now.
But I didn’t need to. He was just as hard as me, just as fucking needy.
The corner of his mouth lifted. “Strip completely. Put your hair back with your scrunchie. Crawl to Levi.”
Avery sat back and pulled her shirt and then her bra free. Her hair was swept up quickly, her blue ends dancing as they whipped into a messy bun. She turned around to face us and smoothed her hands down her body and then back up to herbreasts. Her nipples were hard and dark pink and she pinched them, smirking.
“Fuck,” I mumbled.
“She’s being a brat,” Mateo said.
There wasn’t a shred of disapproval in his tone, though. He watched her with the same appreciation I had as she smiled and got onto all fours again, crawling across the floor to us.
The second she was within arm’s reach, I hauled her close. I sat down, crossing my legs and guiding hers around my waist. Mateo knelt down behind her and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.
