Chapter Twenty-Nine #2
Only when he was sure his hand was steady did he offer the belt end to Rue. “Take hold and make sure he doesn’t touch until I say so.”
The scent of their arousal was all Kendrick could smell in the warm air before stepping back, breathing hard. The sexual tension zapped electricity against his skin, but it wasn’t the only thing causing it.
Rue’s hand shook as he grasped the belt, his heavy-lidded eyes already begging for more.
Kendrick walked to the big armchair. Removing his shirt, he threw it on the floor before shifting its position to ensure his view didn’t become obstructed with what he had in mind for the night's entertainment.
Once happy, he sat and took his time removing his socks, stretching out his long legs in front of him, the tension in the room palpable. He rested back against the soft fabric cushions and tapped at his lower lip, eyes narrowing on the bed. His mind visualized where he wanted both men.
“Rue help Monty off the bed and come to the end, facing the pillows.”
Monty whimpered and shivered when Rue’s idea of helping was to tug the leather until Monty was on his knees at the edge of the bed, then scoop one arm under Monty’s butt and lift him up and off, striding to where Kendrick wanted them, still holding the leather belt binding Monty’s wrists.
Eyes glittering at the show of strength and bulge of biceps, Kendrick growled in the back of his throat and reached to slide his zip down to release the pressure off his shaft.
Rue’s strength—steel wrapped in silk. Soft skin covering all the hard muscle was such a turn on when he could effortlessly show off his power.
On his feet, Monty visibly vibrated as he glanced at Kendrick, ensuring his attention returned to the omega. Monty was a quick study and judging by his knowing smirk, had easily figured that Kendrick had plans that involved tormenting Rue.
“Rue, spread your legs wide and brace a hand on the end of the bed. Let’s give Monty a view of what’s his for the night.”
Rue released a curse, but did as he was told, his left arm tensing when Kendrick continued. “Monty kneel behind Rue and thread the leather up between his spread thighs. Rue grasp it and don’t let go. We wouldn’t want Monty coming too soon.”
Monty's hands got tugged up, bringing them closer to Rue’s balls, and having to follow, his face was barely inches from the ass he was about to play with.
Perfect.
“Do you remember the first night you were both in here?”
“How could I forget,” Monty whimpered. In the position he was in, he could twist to glance at Kendrick, but his focus was on the ass in front of him. Monty fidgeted closer to the man who visibly tensed.
Rue’s head hung between shoulders, which rose and fell in quick succession, then he released a self-conscious whimper.
A feverish light in his eyes, Kendrick came forward to get a better view. “What’s Monty doing to you, Rue?” He could see, but he wanted Rue to tell him.
“Smells sexy and edible,” Monty mumbled, his face pressed into the crack of Rue’s ass before Rue could reply to Kendrick. Monty trembled and didn’t wait to be told what to do next.
“Arggghhh… f-fuck… d-damn…” Rue stammered, coming up on his toes, his calves straining as he lifted his ass higher, encouraging Monty to move that frisky tongue of his.
“Eager, Monty, for a taste of our honey?” Kendrick rasped through the tightness of his throat at the sight of Monty's neck arching back, his chin pushing under Rue’s balls to get his tongue to Rue’s asshole without the use of his hands to pry the cheeks apart.
Rue’s ass was a thing of beauty, perfect round globes of firmness.
Monty made a noise that could have been assent as his tongue tickled Rue’s hole, teasing it with small, measured swipes. By now, Rue’s legs were so wide Kendrick could see them straining as his ass cheeks parted for Monty.
“Is he tickling your hole, honey? I can see it fluttering. Do you want him to go deeper? Monty, spear that pretty hole open.”
Rue mewl-growled, his legs trembling as he worked to hold the position. The hand gripping the leather strap landed on the bed, forcing Monty to shove his face into Rue’s ass.
Seeing he could suffocate Monty, who didn’t seem that worried with the muffled slurping noises, Kendrick demanded, “Rue, lift the hand holding the belt off the bed.”
It took several seconds and Kendrick asking again to get him to comply. Rue’s asshole glistened with spit, the pink rim relaxed enough for Monty to jab at it and his tongue to sink in effortlessly.
Both men were sheened in sweat, gleaming in the lamplight and looking the picture of debauchery. Their lewd noises were their own aphrodisiac as Kendrick’s gaze remained riveted on the pair.
“That’s it, Monty, open up that sweet hole. Get him ready to take your cock. And when you're balls deep, I’m gonna fuck you so hard I’ll feel Rue come.”
Rue made a pained noise. Monty’s was a more garbled gasp, his body reacting to the idea. More pre-cum dripped over Monty’s thighs, which shone with his desire. Monty hadn’t topped Rue, but he’d made a passing comment that suggested he’d enjoy sandwiching between them, with Rue under him.
Their reaction was enough to have Kendrick shaking from the strength of the pulse thundering through his veins at just how much he wanted this.