Chapter 53
53
SHILOH
Toby and I have given each other hand jobs before, but never crossed that line before today. It’s not that I never wanted to. I was always afraid that I would lose him if we ever went that far. Somehow, with the addition of Donald Hastings, things just click in a way that I can’t describe.
I roll my eyes up to watch as Donnie glides his hands down Toby’s restrained body. Watching him kneel behind our pup while I’m in front is a bit of a power trip. Toby might be the one standing, but he’s completely in our control.
Donnie’s hand caresses my right cheek before sliding down to my throat and giving it a small squeeze.
Our control? I meant Owner’s control.
Holy fuck this is hot. I just came and my dick is already trying to rally.
I pull off Toby’s dick to start licking it like a popsicle and flicking the tip with my tongue. I may not be attracted to women, but I heard enough techniques from the girls in school to know how to work my tongue effectively. The alphabet thing is a crapshoot for dicks, and apparently for clits according to Avery. Rolling the ‘R’ like you need to do for other languages tends to make for the best skillset, according to most I’ve talked to.
Glancing around Toby’s hip, Donnie winks at me and I have an idea what’s coming. I suck the tip of Toby’s cock between my lips and wait for it. Two seconds later, his hips ram forward, pushing his dick toward the back of my throat. It’s a good thing I was prepared because vomiting on my best friend’s crotch while we’re prepping him for an Eiffel Tower is not sexy.
Would this be a reverse Eiffel Tower? Inverted?
The squeal coming from Toby’s throat combined with the jerking of his hips reminds me that I have a job to do here and terminology can stay a mystery until I can Google it.
Relaxing my throat further, I let Toby continue to thrust down my throat while Donnie prepares his ass. We are trying to fulfill a fantasy for our pup, after all.
“I think he’s stretched enough. Ready to take his cream, Kitten?”
I let go of Toby’s balls and reach through his legs to give Donnie a thumbs up. The only response and warning I receive is a snort before our pup squeals an even higher pitch and starts to buck his hips in earnest. I do my best to move with him, but when he tenses up, I almost pull off. The first spurt of his release hits the back of my throat and I have to fight not to gag as it hits that one spot on my soft palate. Fighting against my initial reaction, I start to swallow.
The discomfort is soon forgotten as the bliss practically radiates off our swaying pup and I sit back on my heels to look up at my best friend, all trussed up and flying high on the endorphins.
“We’re not done yet,” Donnie says as he grabs Toby by the waist and positions him on his knees back on the bed and holds up a condom. “Do you want front or back, Kitten?”