6. Parker #2
Aspen leaned in and caught the cream on his tongue before it could drip and splatter on Phoenix’s chest. He’d squirmed so much he was reclined against the arm of the couch now, which put his cock and Aspen’s lips completely out of view.
Son of a bitch.
I moved to the armchair, where the view was just as perfect as it had been before all of Phoenix’s wiggling around.
“Hmm, nope, still messy,” Aspen declared, catching one of the weights in his teeth and tugging as he licked a path down to the cream on Phoenix’s abs. “Such a messy boy.”
“Not my fault,” Phoenix gasped. “One minute I was lying here, the next a maniacal man with gorgeous blue eyes was spraying whipped cream all over me.”
Damn, so he was as big a sweet talker as Aspen was.
And here I’d landed myself in a predicament where I couldn’t use words to get in on the flirting.
“He did, didn’t he,” Aspen murmured. “It’s a good thing he stuck around to help clean you up.”
Aspen lay half sprawled across Phoenix as he cleaned the cream off, Phoenix’s fingers carding through his hair, never tugging, just stroking as little pants and sighs rumbled up from his chest. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his head was tilted back, and that’s where I saw my opportunity.
I’d said Aspen couldn’t stop until all the cream was off Phoenix; I didn’t say he’d be the only one decorating our prize. I grabbed the can and pointed the nozzle at the center of Phoenix’s chest, the hiss making Aspen jerk his head up to see what I was doing.
I left a lemon-sized glob there that I dipped my fingers into before painting a peace sign on his shoulder. He stroked my cheek while I did it, our gazes locking as I drew back to dip my fingers in the cream again.
“You’re hot with that gag in your mouth,” he said before kissing me on the tip of the nose. “I think rogues need to start coming with ball gags instead of eye patches.”
My response was to paint around the nipple clamps, brushing against them several times, in an accidentally-on-purpose sort of way.
With Aspen having reached Phoenix’s thighs, we had him writhing between us, my engorged cock throbbing every time he moaned in my ears.
I shivered, and suddenly there were other parts of me engorged, parts I’d neglected in my haste to get to breakfast.
I jerked away from Phoenix to pull my t-shirt off before I leaked all over it and glanced down to see him crooking his finger at me. He didn’t use words to tell me what he was after; he just licked his lips and grinned.
Fuck yeah. I hadn’t felt anything besides the rubber of a pump in so long that I almost came the moment his lips wrapped around my nipple and he sucked.
No hesitation. He wasn’t after a taste. He moaned around my nipple, hips rolling.
I glanced down the line of our bodies to see blurred streaks of gold as Aspen’s head bobbed, then Phoenix sucked me again, and I realized that he was matching his pace to Aspen’s, connecting us in one long line of pleasure.
Every time he rolled his hips, his thigh brushed against my cock, immediately followed by another hard suckle that sent more pleasure pouring south.
Every groan, every growl, heightened what I felt, until their movements started growing ragged and out of control. His, mine, we were both on the edge…
Then he whimpered and released my nipple from his mouth.
I’d have cursed if it weren’t for the gag, as total sensation stoppage meant the edge of paradise slipped further away.
“He’s clean,” Aspen announced. “And he didn’t come.”
“Not for lack of trying,” Phoenix grumbled, sounding as wrecked as I felt.
“Which means it’s my challenge next,” Aspen declared, something I should have considered when I was pulling the whole whipped cream bit out of my ass.
He’d try to one-up it. We’d already laid down the gauntlet, so to speak, even if it had been in the form of an invisible glove.
“Your challenge involves this feather,” Aspen declared, plucking it off the coffee table where it had been half hidden by the cellophane packaging our toys had been wrapped in. “And this blindfold.”
Damn, how many things did he have hidden beneath that cellophane?
“The rules are simple,” Aspen explained as he approached with the blindfold.
The fucker knew how much I loved them and sensory play of any kind. Fucking hell, I couldn’t have planned a more perfect game if I’d spent a month working on the campaign.
“Still green?” he asked before touching me with it.
I’d have told him as green as Kermit’s ass if I could have, but since I couldn’t say fuck all, I had to settle for nodding enthusiastically, then holding still so he could put the blindfold on me.
“Are you having fun?” he murmured, lips so close I felt them ghost along my ear.
I nodded before the cloth blotted out the light, and I felt his fingers smoothing it so that there was no way I could peek.
“Since you can only touch him with the feather, it will be up to you to use the rest of your senses to tell if you’re tickling him or tormenting him. Make him come and you lose the challenge.”
“Aw, come on, why does me not coming always have to be part of it?” Phoenix groused.
“Because every challenge has to have at least two parts,” Aspen explained.
“In this case, there are three since, Phoenix, you are not to make a sound. Not one single peep. No giggles, no sighs, and absolutely none of those sexy groans you were letting out while I was blowing you. I bet the vibration drove him wild while you were sucking him.”
Being reminded of those vibrations prompted my cock to twitch, which I was sure he knew, since he was the true evil human in the room.
“Let’s just make a few adjustments.”
I wished I could see what he was doing, because it was impossible to visualize without any sounds to accompany it.
I wondered if he was adjusting the clamps on Phoenix or playing with the weights again.
Phoenix truly got aroused off having his nipples toyed with, which I would’ve promptly done right from the jump if I could see anything.
Now I had to hope that I got lucky and that it prompted enough of a reaction from him for me to know to keep going.
If there were actual rules to the game, I might have protested the part about him not being able to make any noise, because without touch or sight, figuring out what to do wasn’t going to be easy.
“There, artfully arranged for your muse,” Aspen declared. “There’s just one thing I need to add.”
Of course there was.
I waved the feather in the direction his voice had come from and was rewarded with music pulsing from his goddamned phone.
Seriously, that had to be a rules infraction if there ever was one.
That fucker hadn’t chosen something soft, either, oh no, not him.
He’d gone for the top echelon of stripper songs with “Closer,” otherwise known as “I Wanna Fuck You Like an Animal,” to drown out any sounds Phoenix accidentally made.
“No one said it would be easy,” Aspen said, voice by my ear again as he turned me, I hoped, toward Phoenix and wasn’t just fucking with me.
How the hell was I even supposed to tell when I made contact if I couldn’t… Ohh…the feather bent when I collided with something solid. A couch or flesh was anyone’s guess, but I eased up until I only felt a little resistance and then dragged it over what I hoped was skin.
When the feather twitched, I knew I was touching Phoenix and not the upholstery, so I reversed directions and felt another twitch.
Tickling or tormenting?
I repeated the motion before dragging the feather upward and changing directions again.
This time I lost contact with the solid mass the feather had connected me with, but I couldn’t tell if it was because I’d moved too far or he’d jerked away from me.
I’d break my neck if he decided to play keep-away and go squirming all over the place. One bruised shin was more than enough for the day, thank you very much.
I tried reversing, and for a moment, I felt the feather bend, and then nothing again.
“Oh my God, at least help him aim it!” Phoenix squealed. “How the hell am I supposed to hold still when he’s tickling my nose?”
“Aim lower?” Aspen replied, the shit.
“Which way is lower?”
“You’ll figure it out.” Aspen replied, his flippant remark making me long to torment him with a feather until he pleaded for mercy.
Goddess, some days I both loved and hated this man!