Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Erin’s facial expressions proved that Dylan’s skill at giving head could be applied to both men and women equally.
“When he’s a good boy, tell him,” Ford added but wasn’t sure if Erin was paying attention at this point. She already appeared lost in what Dylan was doing.
Ford hooked a finger in the ring of the vibrating anal bead/plug combo and pulled it almost all the way out. After letting it buzz for a few seconds at the rim, he drove it home again.
He managed to do that two more times before getting overly impatient to be inside the man.
When Dylan and Ford met to devise tonight’s game plan, they had a lengthy discussion on whether to use condoms or not. In the end, they decided against it with the caveat they would have to stick to the threesome in the future and not wander elsewhere. Despite the requirement of not straying outside their triad, they would continue to get tested on a regular basis.
Ford already trusted Erin completely and he had to trust that Dylan wouldn’t be hooking up with the resort guests. Or anyone else for that matter.
They had to be “all in” on the threesome, or all out. This couldn’t be a one foot in, one foot out relationship, especially if the only protection between them would be Erin’s birth control. As it was, those pills would only guard the three of them against one thing: pregnancy. Ford didn’t think any of them were ready for that, threesome or not.
He shook that thought free because he needed to concentrate on making this a good experience for Dylan. This way he wouldn’t be against bottoming in the future. Because if he was, then this would be their one and only night together.
Ford was sticking to his guns on that point.
He continued using the toy until Dylan was not only groaning and moaning against Erin’s pussy but bucking against Ford’s hand.
He had wanted Dylan to beg for it before he replaced the toy with his own cock, but the man’s mouth was occupied, and he didn’t want to interrupt Erin’s current state of bliss.
Ford would use his own judgement that the man was ready.
Slipping the toy free, he climbed off the bed, put it aside and grabbed the tub of lube from the nightstand.
He watched the two on the bed for a few seconds while applying the lube to his own cock by stroking up and down the length to spread it around. When done, he took the tub and got back into position on the bed.
As he studied Dylan’s very fine ass, he was tempted to leave marks on it the same way he liked to do with Erin.
Patience. If tonight works out, you’ll have plenty of opportunities for that in the future.
That gave him more motivation to make sure everything went smoothly tonight. What happened next might make or break this threesome.
Dig deep for that patience.
Using a copious amount of Boy Butter, he made sure Dylan was well prepped inside and out. Then, holding his breath, he lined himself up.
It was finally happening. Keep your shit together.
When Dylan’s ass cheeks clenched in anticipation, Ford whispered, “Relax.”
Without lifting his head from Erin’s pussy, Ford saw the man’s rib cage expand. Ford waited for him to release that deep breath, along with some of that tension, and pressed onward.
“Relax, boss,” he murmured. The man was so damn tight, Ford was having a difficult time entering.
He decided small movements would make it easier for both of them. It helped him work his way inside slowly, but steadily. He stopped about halfway, giving them both a break. Especially after the thought of not only fucking his boss and Erin’s ex, but fucking another Dom, almost finished him right then and there.
With Dylan clamped so tightly around him, Ford needed to distract him. He ordered Erin, “Pinch your own nipples.” He swatted Dylan’s ass. “Keep eating but watch her.”
Holy shit , did it turn him on every time he bossed Dylan around, especially since the man was a Dom himself. Ford did not expect that heady power trip.
For a few seconds, he watched Erin twisting her own nipples in the mirror above, then asked, “Is he paying attention?”
Erin glanced down to check. “Yes, Sir.”
She had no reason to use that honorific right now, but he let it go. “Is he still eating your pussy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you think he’d look better with a few stripes decorating his ass?”
When Erin’s eyes flicked up to his, she hesitated a second. “No, Sir, not tonight. But I’d love to see that in the future.”
She wasn’t the only one. “Do you think he’d enjoy it?”
“Yes, Sir, I do, since you’re so good at it.”
“Thank you, darlin’. Now, I’m about to bury myself to the root. If he stops eating you, I want you to flick his ear hard with your fingernail until he begins again. He always needs to put you first over himself. That also means he must make you come before either of us do.” He again swatted Dylan’s ass. Of course, softer than he normally would. “Do you understand your assignment, boss?”
A muffled, “Yes,” came from between Erin’s thighs.
“Yes?”
“Sir,” was added, again reluctantly.
Ford turned his attention back to his pleasurable task and pulled Dylan’s ass cheeks farther apart. “My cock in your ass is such a breathtaking sight. I wish you could see it, boss.” He glanced up at the mirror on the ceiling, then asked Erin, “Can you see it clearly?”
“No, Sir.”
Damn , that was a shame. While he had hoped Dylan could watch himself getting fucked, Ford didn’t want to switch positions.
Next time they’d put that mirror to good use.
He slapped Dylan’s flank at the same time he jutted his hips forward, driving himself to the hilt. He paused again, but not for Dylan’s benefit this time.
Ford silently counted to ten, took a few deep breaths, grabbed the man’s hips to hold him in place and began to pump.
At first, he kept his thrusts short. Slowly, he lengthened them until he was driving all the way in and pulling almost all the way back out.
Dylan arched his back and tipped his ass upward. The moan against Erin’s pussy was most likely due to Ford dragging his cock over the man’s prostate every time he pushed deep and again when he slid out.
If it had just been the two of them, Ford would’ve closed his eyes and gotten lost in what was happening, but he couldn’t. He was in charge right now. He was also responsible for making sure Erin was getting what she needed from the man face-planted between her legs.
“Darlin’, are you good?”
Her eyelids barely lifted when she moaned, “Oh yes. So good, Sir.”
She kept tugging on her own nipples since he didn’t order her to stop. He was enjoying the show too much.
“Warn me when you’re about to come.”
“Yes, Sir,” she moaned.
“Are you close?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Whatever you need to get you there, tell him.”
She nodded.
“I want to hear it, darlin’.”
She dropped her gaze back to Dylan. “Fuck me with your fingers and suck my clit hard… Yes … like that…”
“Is that what you want?” Ford asked.
“ Yes … Oh, yes… Sir…”
“Are you about to come?”
“ Yessss ,” hissed from her.
“Eyes on me when you do. I want to see how hard he makes you come.” They locked eyes over the man they currently shared. “Let go of your nipples, shove his face deep and ride it. Mess up that beard.”
She drove her fingers as best as she could into Dylan’s short, dark blonde hair and lifted her hips at the same time shoving his face down. With a loud cry, she bucked against him as she came.
After a few more hip twitches, she flopped back to the mattress with a satisfied sigh.
One side of his mouth pulled up due to the dramatic display. “Are you done?”
A huge smile spread across her very pleased face. “Yes, Sir.”
“Dylan, you can stop now.” He still needed to come up with a better pet name, one that wasn’t degrading. “Darlin’, use your mouth to clean up his.”
When he tapped Dylan’s hip, the other man rose up enough so the two could share a very thorough kiss. Ford knew exactly what they tasted, since he had eaten Erin’s pussy too many times to count. He reveled in the scent and tang of her arousal and could never get enough. He assumed Dylan would soon feel the same way.
“He was yours for a minute there, darlin’,” Ford announced. “Now he’s mine.”
He snatched the resort owner by the hair and roughly yanked until Dylan rose up on his knees. Ford followed to keep them connected and clamped an arm across his chest to pin his boss against him.
Putting his mouth to Dylan’s ear, he growled softly, “Are you ready for me to come inside you?” He sure was.
Dylan murmured, “Yes, Sir.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to come first?”
“If that’s what you please, Sir.”
“Such a good boy wanting to please me.” Ford’s whisper drew goosebumps from Dylan.
Ford continued thrusting up and into him, and when he pinched Dylan’s nipples as hard as he could, he swore his cock was squeezed just as tightly. To test the theory, he did it again.
“So damn tight,” Ford groaned against his neck, before sinking his teeth into the corded muscle.
Small amounts of fluid spurted from Dylan every time Ford hit his prostate. Too bad it was going to waste.
However, it didn’t have to. He had an idea. A kinky one, of course.
“Darlin’, suck his balls again,” Ford ordered Erin.
After spinning around, she dropped to her back and tucked her head between Dylan’s spread thighs, encircling his balls with her mouth and sucking hard.
Damn , he would love it if she did the same to him while he fucked Dylan.
Another time, he told himself. He’d put that on his long list of things for the threesome to do.
“Good girl.” Ford was pleased she was totally into this experience so far. Even though this was a new dynamic for her, she hadn’t hesitated or been intimidated at all. She had jumped right in enthusiastically. “Stroke his cock, too.”
Not even being remotely gentle, Erin squeezed Dylan’s cock from root to tip like trying to get the last little bit of toothpaste from the tube, milking more prostatic fluid from him.
That enthusiasm would be Dylan’s downfall.
By keeping his thrusts short, he focused on the man’s P-spot while Erin continued to tug on his cock, causing a moaning Dylan to jerk against him.
“That’s it,” Ford murmured against damp and heated skin. “I want you to put stripes on her, but this time, not from a riding crop.”
“Yes… Sir,” Dylan forced out while Ford tweaked both of his nipples as hard as he could.
Ford recognized all the signs and obviously, so did Erin when she arched her back. The man was about to blow. “Keep it up, darlin’, and get ready.”
Ford paused his thrusting the second Dylan’s body bowed, his head slammed back against Ford’s shoulder, and his hips jerked in time with Erin’s pumping fist.
Dylan’s groaned, “Fuck,” sounded like it came from deep within his soul. He jerked and twitched as his cum shot out and landed on Erin’s breasts.
“Beautiful. Keep going, darlin’. Don’t leave a drop.”
It didn’t take long for Dylan to cry out, “Red,” around his panting.
“For me or her?” Ford asked.
“Her. Please, Sir.”
Ford knew what it was like when his cock became super sensitive after an intense orgasm. “Stop what you’re doing, darlin’, but don’t move.” He reached around and swiped a finger through the man’s cum on Erin’s chest before lifting it to Dylan’s lips. “Take it.”
“Sir—”
“I didn’t ask,” Ford reminded him in his Dom voice. “Take it, Dylan.”
After what Ford could only assume was an internal struggle, Dylan took his finger into his mouth and circled it with his tongue.
Ford slipped it free and repeated the action, but with three fingers next. He shoved the cum-coated digits into Dylan’s mouth again and didn’t remove them as he went back to thrusting up and into his boss.
Erin’s was still reclined with her head tipped back to watch them. Seeing her smeared breasts, knowing he just made his boss eat his own cum, and having his cock deep up his tight ass was his limit.
Guaranteed he would pay for his actions next time but, damn , it was worth it.
He continued to pump through his own climax until it was over, then he planted himself to the root.
Once he could think straight again, he and Erin exchanged smiles, and he slipped free from Dylan. But before the man could move away, Ford pointed to the smeared cum remaining on Erin’s breasts and ordered, “Now, use your mouth and clean up your mess.”