Chapter 13 #2
“Such a beautifully wicked show you two put on for me,” I told him as I continued prepping him, slowly, while he recovered from the orgasm he’d just had.
“It took a heaping dose of self-restraint to keep from stroking myself and coming all over the two of you. I like the idea of spilling my seed all over you and marking you as mine, but my precious pets made requests of their Daddy, and I never like to leave my pets feeling unfulfilled.”
He whined at hearing that, and when I looked up from where my fingers were disappearing into his body, I saw Murry watching, a hungry look in his eyes.
Where at first Raleigh had been limp and pliant, now he was moaning and raising his hips, urging my digits deeper.
Scissoring them apart, I made room for a third, knowing he wouldn’t need more than that before he could take me.
He eagerly sought them each time I drew them from his hole, only I pressed my free hand between his shoulder blades and pinned his body to the bed as I continued my slow prep just so I could bask in the sounds he made.
If I was going to last long enough to make him cum again and have Murry ride me, I was going to take my time with him, rather than treat him to a hard, rough fuck.
“P-plea…” Raleigh started to moan, only it was swallowed by Murry when he slithered closer and kissed him.
I saw their impromptu make-out session as my cue to slide inside my pet, his body welcoming my cock as easily as it had my fingers.
He shuddered as I bottomed out; muffled moans hummed against Murry’s lips as I slowly fucked him.
My eyes met Murry’s heavy-lidded gaze over Raleigh’s head, and Murry broke their kiss long enough to lick his lips and grin at me.
“Raleigh’s going to come, Daddy. Then can I ride your cock?”
“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 and more 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.