Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
When Ford reentered the bedroom, two sets of eyes turned his way. “If either of you need to go, I’d suggest going now.”
“Me first!” Erin shouted with a giggle, then quickly rolled off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.
Approaching the bed, Ford studied Dylan. He was looking a bit tense. “How’s the plug feeling?”
Dylan sat up. “Fine.”
Ford raked his gaze over his defined chest and arms. “When you go in the bathroom, take it out.” He held out the large towel he found in the bathroom’s linen closet. “You’re going to need this.”
Dylan’s hazel eyes fell to it. “Maybe.”
Ford tipped his head to the side and assured him, “Promise you will. Place it in the center of the bed.” When his boss didn’t move quickly enough, he followed with, “Get that done now,” in a tone that didn’t invite any argument.
That got Dylan moving faster. As he got out of bed and put the towel in place, it was hard to miss the state of his cock. Despite his obvious nervousness, he was already semi-hard.
Ford could take that as a good sign, but didn’t want to be too optimistic. Yet, anyway. He wouldn’t be until he was buried deep inside the other man.
However, he was willing to make things easier on him. Unlike when Dylan fucked him. “Do you have a vibrating plug?”
One dark blond eyebrow popped up. “Yes.”
“Get it. Erin will fuck you with it while you suck me. I want you so worked up you’ll be begging for my cock.” The resulting look Dylan delivered made Ford add, “I accept that unspoken challenge.”
As Dylan went over to the cabinet holding his extensive toy collection, the bathroom door opened behind Ford.
A second later, Erin was at his side, bouncing on her toes. “What are we doing?”
Her excitement was palpable, and he struggled to hide his own. “ I’m doing him.”
“I figured that. What’s he digging for?”
“Do you think I can’t hear you?” Dylan grumbled with a shake of his head and still facing the cabinet.
She pressed a hand over her mouth to smother a giggle. “What are you searching for?”
“A vibrating plug,” Ford answered before Dylan could.
“ Ooooh ,” she breathed. “But?—”
He cut her off before she asked too many questions. “You’ll see.” Once Dylan turned and handed it to Erin, Ford ordered, “Go do what you need to do.”
After an exchange of glances, Dylan obeyed and headed to the bathroom. He’d prefer that Dylan say, “Thank you, Sir,” but it was better not to push his luck tonight. He grabbed the tub of Boy Butter and handed it to Erin. “Lube that up good.”
“For you?”
He shook his head. “No, for you to use on him.”
“But—”
“Darlin’, “ he warned with a growl.
Her smile was blinding, and she gave him a sharp salute. “Yes, Sir!”
He hooked her around the waist, yanked her into him and planted a fat kiss on her lips. “You’re the best,” he whispered against her mouth.
“I can’t wait to watch the two of you,” she whispered back, reaching up and cupping his cheek. Her eyes were heated and she practically vibrated with eagerness.
It was infectious. “I hope he doesn’t chicken out.”
“He won’t.”
Ford nodded and, with his eyes on the bathroom door, reluctantly released her. “He’s taking longer than expected in there.”
“He could be giving himself a pep talk. Or struggling to take out the plug. Should I go in and help him?”
“No. Let him take whatever time he needs.”
With her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, she nodded.
While they waited, Erin generously lubed the anal vibrator and Ford positioned himself at the top of the mattress. With his thighs spread, he sat on his heels and adjusted the towel so it properly protected the bed.
Ford held his breath when the bathroom door opened. Would Dylan be willing or would he back out?
“You good?” Ford asked him. The man’s eyes flicked from the thin, black, beaded anal plug in Erin’s hand to him.
With his expression locked down, Dylan responded, “Yes.”
Ford took him at his word and pointed to the center of the bed. “On your knees, facing me.”
Taking a deep breath, Dylan’s chest rose and fell. He also did as he was told.
Ford patted his bare thighs. “Come closer and give me your mouth.”
When their knees touched, their gazes locked for a second.
“Give me your mouth,” Ford demanded again.
“Take it,” Dylan challenged.
Ford raised his eyebrows. “You want to be a brat? If so, I can treat you like one.”
As a Dom himself, Dylan knew exactly how brats were dealt with. Did the man want to be punished? That would be a twist Ford hadn’t expected.
However, he wouldn’t let Dylan push him. Not this time. The time for rough play would come later. Dylan needed to be comfortable with Ford topping him first.
His hand snaked out to grab Dylan by the back of the neck, yanking him closer until their mouths slammed together. He demanded entrance and his tongue explored every corner. Ford claimed Dylan’s mouth and would soon be claiming his ass as well.
In the back of his mind, it dawned on him that Dylan wasn’t resisting. In fact, Ford only received a low groan in response.
His boss was suddenly being submissive? To test that, Ford pushed the kiss deeper, thinking Dylan would want to battle with their tongues.
He didn’t.
The fine hairs on the back of Ford’s neck prickled. Was this a trick? Dylan went from a Dom to a brat to being submissive within minutes?
This had to be a trap.
When Ford twisted his head enough to end the kiss, they were both rock hard and breathless.
Dylan gripped Ford’s beard with his other hand planted on Ford’s pumping chest. He searched his boss’s face but only saw the heavy eyelids, the heat behind his hazel eyes and slightly parted lips.
Nothing jumped out at him as suspicious.
Ford needed to stop being paranoid by thinking Dylan was setting him up in some way. His reactions, or lack thereof, could stem from an internal struggle.
Ford leaned back and, while keeping a tight grip on Dylan’s neck, pushed his head down. “Now, give me your mouth again. This time on my cock.”
Dylan’s face hovered over Ford’s pulsing erection. “Do you want to hold it,” he swallowed hard and the added, “Sir?” seemed a bit forced.
That must have been painful for him to say. Using the honorific wasn’t one of Ford’s requirements so it actually surprised him when Dylan did. Without being instructed.
Of course, that had him once again thinking this was a trap. He expected Dylan to fight him at every turn.
The two of them would need to have a discussion about this turn of events. Preferably without Erin present and when both were not naked and hard.
For now, the night needed to progress. If it was up to Ford, he’d go right to having Dylan climb on his lap and ride him like a pole dancer. But he would be a nice Dom and do what he said earlier by getting his boss worked up so he was more relaxed, even begging for it and unable to hold out any longer.
Like Dylan, Ford was overthinking what was about to happen. Even so, he realized calling Dylan “boss” wouldn’t work in this situation. He needed to find a pet name for him for those times he was the bottom and not an equal. He’d save it for when Ford was bottoming. He’d simply make the title a capital ‘B’ in that situation and still use the lowercase ‘b’ during the workday.
That would keep things interesting.
Since he was the Dom in this situation, Ford still needed a missing piece of important information. “What’s your safe word?”
When Dylan’s eyes lifted to his, he met Ford’s gaze straight on, just like a brat would. “I use the traffic light system. I planned on suggesting we all use it so we don’t have to worry about remembering different safe words. Especially in the heat of the moment.”
That was smart. “I’m good with that. Erin?”
Perched on her knees behind Dylan, she nodded. “Sure, but how does it work?”
“It’s simple. If we’re checking in and we ask for a color, you use ‘green’ to mean you’re good or to keep going, ‘yellow’ for caution or slow down, and ‘red’ to stop immediately,” Ford explained. “During play, green can also be used to tell us to take it up a notch and yellow would tell us to drop it down a notch, even if we don’t ask.”
“Easy enough. But what if I’m gagged?” she asked.
He glanced down at Dylan, now fisting the root of Ford’s cock but he hadn’t put it in his mouth yet.
Damn shame, that.
However, what they were discussing was important. Especially since Dylan’s mouth would be full in a minute or two.
Dylan explained, “If your hands are free, then one tap for green, two for yellow, and three for red. If someone is bound and gagged, we can continue using the bandana method like we did earlier.”
He glanced across Dylan to Erin. “Are you good with that?”
“Yes.”
“Then, it’s set.” One side of his mouth pulled up. “Time to gag you, boss .” Damn , he still needed a better pet name for the man. Maybe he’d just go with it and see what came out naturally. He pushed down on Dylan’s head. “Take it.”
He wasn’t expecting a slow smile to cross Dylan’s face before he swallowed Ford’s cock so deeply that the crown bumped the back of this throat.
Holy shit.
Dylan stayed there for a few seconds before he slowly lifted his head while dragging his tongue along the underside of Ford’s length.
Ford wanted to drop his head back, close his eyes and just ram into Dylan’s mouth over and over until he came down the man’s throat.
He pulled his shit together because he was not getting robbed of his chance to fuck Dylan tonight. He could come down the resort owner’s throat during a lunch break. In fact, he might put that on his work schedule.
As guarded as Dylan had been so far, he was the complete opposite while sucking Ford’s cock. In fact, he was so enthusiastic about it, Ford’s suspicions ramped up once more.
No matter what, the man was skilled. It could be he just enjoyed giving blowjobs and got off on giving them, too. Some people did. Erin loved to suck his cock, and she got extremely soaked while doing so. If Dylan was the same, then he should be thankful Ford insisted on putting a towel down to protect his fitted sheet. Erin, too, since she’d most likely be the one stuck in the middle of the bed later when they fell asleep.
His attention was pulled from Dylan’s bobbing head when Erin asked, “Now?”
“Yes.”
Dylan paused mid-bob as Erin turned on the toy’s vibration and began to insert it. She was being slow and cautious, even though this beaded plug was long and narrow, unlike the one Dylan removed in the bathroom.
Ford stroked Dylan’s hair and watched Erin fucking him with it for a few heartbeats. While he couldn’t see exactly what Erin was doing back there—even in the mirror above them—he could see her reaction.
Obviously, she was enjoying this, evident by the gleam in her eyes. She also played with Dylan’s heavily hanging sack.
A moan and a sudden twitch proved she was hitting the right spot. She was now an expert when it came to locating the prostate. She loved watching Ford’s cock leak uncontrollably whenever she stimulated his.
Between sucking Ford’s cock and Erin playing with him, Dylan begging Ford to fuck him might actually become a reality.
He pushed Dylan’s head back into motion. “All the way down.” When Dylan responded immediately by doing what he was told, Ford whispered, “That’s a good boy.”
Dylan’s groan in response to the praise vibrated around Ford’s length. He wasn’t expecting that reaction. Instead of stiffening up, Dylan relaxed even more and got back to sucking Ford’s cock with even more vigor.
Ford really needed to relax and enjoy it instead of overthinking this whole thing. But before he could do that, Dylan began to tremble a few moments before everything on him went tight. A sign that Ford should check in.
Using handfuls of the man’s dark blond hair, Ford jerked Dylan’s mouth free. “Color?”
Dylan’s eyes were dark, his lips shiny and his voice gruff when he answered, “Yellow. Unless you want me to come, Sir.”
“I don’t. Not yet.” He met Erin’s inquisitive gaze over Dylan’s bare back. “Darlin’, I’m ready to switch with you. He’s going to eat you like the good boy he is while I fuck him. If he’s not doing it the way you’d like, I want you to instruct him. If he doesn’t follow those instructions, he’ll be punished.”
Her, “Okay,” came out breathy.
She probably had some residual cum still inside her from their two loads earlier, but Ford didn’t care. If he found that a turn-on, Dylan might, too. If not, the man would need to get over it since Ford wanted to keep Erin involved and not feeling left out at all.
Erin tipped her chin down. “Leave it in?”
“For now.”
Erin pumped the vibrator in and out a few more times, before driving it deep one final time, getting off the bed and coming around to the headboard. Ford glanced down at Dylan, whose eyes were now turned toward Erin.
Ford tapped him under the chin to get his attention. “You’re going to eat her pussy until she comes. Understood?”
“Yes… Sir.”
Ford’s whispered, “Good boy,” drew a tremor from Dylan.
He thumbed off a bead of precum clinging to the crown of his cock and dabbed it onto the tip of Dylan’s nose before extracting himself from where he’d been positioned.
He waited for Erin to settle in his place, then leaned over and, while kissing her thoroughly and drawing his tongue through her mouth, he pinched her nipple hard. When she gasped, he gave her another quick kiss and went to the bottom of the bed.
He took in the sight of Dylan bent over with his knees spread and only the ring of the beaded anal plug visible. A string of cum connected the tip of his erection to the towel underneath.
Seeing that made Ford’s mouth water since he also got off on giving head.
The mattress listed slightly when he climbed on and shuffled closer. He noticed Dylan’s head wasn’t buried in Erin’s pussy yet.
Was he starting to panic? Was he worried that Ford would be rough?
“You’re not doing what you were told,” he warned the other man. “Spread your pussy, darlin’, and show him where your clit is.”
“I know where it is,” Dylan muttered.
“I wasn’t sure since you look a bit confused.”
“I’m not—” Dylan shook his head, grabbed Erin’s hips and yanked her closer. Then his head dropped, and he blocked Ford’s view of her pretty pink pussy.
“Don’t forget to instruct him if he needs it. Make sure he doesn’t let up until you come.”
“I will,” Erin assured him.
“And when you come, I want to hear it. The louder you are, the more I’ll trust he knows what he’s doing.”
Dylan had no response to that because he was too busy with his mouth on her clit.