7. Aspen
ASPEN
Parker figured out how to maneuver that feather, and Phoenix was better and worse for the experience.
Every squirm made the weights shift. Parker had him writhing as he tickled Phoenix’s balls.
With a collection of stripper songs filling the room, I sat back and watched the magnificent game play out.
The way the light shimmered off their skin, shadows following when one of them wiggled in the other direction, heightened the seductive vibes.
I cut the music when Phoenix grabbed Parker’s wrist and yanked Parker on top of him, the feather flying out of Parker’s hand as he landed.
I didn’t look to see where it wound up, I was too busy chuckling at Phoenix’s frustrated groans when he remembered that he couldn’t kiss Parker, whose blindfold had come askew.
I took pity on them and unbuckled the gag, needing to grab a fistful of Parker’s hair to pull him away from Phoenix long enough for me to get it out of his mouth.
Moaning, they writhed against one another, done playing. When Phoenix whimpered, I wondered if the clamps were hurting him. Parker must have thought the same thing because he pulled back and reached for one.
“N-no, leave them on,” Phoenix demanded, batting his hand away.
Alrighty then.
“Need you to fuck me!” Phoenix snarled. “Please!”
“Getting there,” Parker growled, reaching for the coffee table drawer.
“Now!”
Parker turned back to him and cupped his cheek as he leaned in until they were nose to nose. “You can be my good pup and wait one more minute, can’t you?”
I heard Phoenix suck in a long, ragged breath and watched him slowly relax.
“Good,” Parker cooed before turning his attention back to the drawer.
Condoms, lube, and Parker made Phoenix wait while he prepped him too, but Phoenix didn’t make any more demands.
He waited until Parker slid inside of him to whimper.
I had the perfect vantage point to watch, sprawled on the opposite couch, cock in hand, pumping when Phoenix whipped his head my way, spotted me, and started to watch.
Pleasure twisted his features until his eyes closed, breaking contact with me for a moment.
Brilliant green shone bright again when he opened them, seeking me out once more.
“I don’t wanna come,” Phoenix moaned.
“Then you’d better control yourself, pup,” Parker said, thrusting harder.
The nail impressions Phoenix left on Parker’s arms would be there for days to kiss whenever we’d like.
Watching Parker shudder through his climax, his low groans of satisfaction mingling with Phoenix’s frustrated pants, left my cock weeping, especially when the pitch and tone of Phoenix’s whimpers changed from frustrated to desperate.
Parker had him pinned to the couch in a way that didn’t leave much room for wiggling.
Phoenix tried though, but those plush-ass cushions made it difficult to shimmy out from under Parker’s weight.
I didn’t mean to snicker, I swear I didn’t. It just slipped out. I couldn’t help it; the look of Phoenix’s grumpy-cute pout was too damned adorable.
“Don’t you dare laugh at me,” he grumbled.
“Not much you can do about it from over there,” I pointed out.
“You two do not play fair,” Phoenix grumbled, shoving at Parker’s arm as he wiggled, until finally, Parker sat up enough to let him move.
I rolled the condom on, ready for him when Phoenix slid over top of me, head thrown back, giving me plenty of access to the swaying weights on his chest. When he rolled his hips, I tugged the weight on the left one and felt his ass squeeze around my dick before he started bouncing, his groans turning to grunts as he worked himself on my length.
Neither of us was going to last long, not after I tugged a second time and his cock started weeping precum.
I surged up, bucking hard, gripping one of his hips so I could meet every descent, cock erupting moments later, as Phoenix painted my chest with his release.
We were both gasping too hard to do anything about the mess between us before he collapsed on top of me, tremors still running through his body as he started growing limp.
Maybe I shouldn’t have snickered when he’d been trapped beneath Parker, because that was the position I found myself in now, and I did not see how I was going to get out of it before we wound up stuck together.
Phoenix’s damp hair was pressed against my shoulder, sighs coming from him as I shimmied and settled into a slightly better and worse position. My hips were completely trapped, and he was a solid wall of muscle who also happened to be dozing off already.
“A little help?” I hissed at Parker, who snickered, because payback was owed and I was now the one in no position to retaliate.
“I don’t know, I’m kind of plastered to the couch myself,” he remarked.
“By what?”
“This throw blanket and exhaustion,” he replied as he pulled one of the soft blankets off the back of the couch to cover himself.
Before I could say anything more, Phoenix dragged a blanket over us and let out a contented sigh.
“We need to clean up and go to bed, pup,” I said, finding it difficult to put any bass in my voice with him squashing the breath out of me.
“I just want a power nap,” he grumbled. “Fifteen minutes, twenty tops.”
“Uh-huh, which will turn into all night when we can’t wake you up.”
“Ten minutes?” he muttered. “I’ll even keep my eyes open.”
“Sure you will,” I grumbled, petting his hair. “And what are they now, pup? Open or closed?”
“Closed,” Parker said, “like mine are about to be.”
“Not until we clean up and get into the giant-ass bed down the hall where we can be comfortable together.”
“Bed does sound nice.” Phoenix’s slurred words soon morphed into a whine. “But it’s so far away.”
“Yes, and you still have nipple clamps on that need to be removed, so up with you now, pup,” I demanded, pinching his ass hard.
He scrambled off me and sat with his hands folded in his lap, blinking sleepy-eyed as I removed one and Parker removed the other.
We kissed the red marks they’d left behind before tugging Phoenix to his feet and walking him to the en-suite bathroom.
When I’d had the place renovated, a walk-in closet and shower stall big enough for five had been key elements I’d insisted upon adding.
Inside, we washed him beneath the hot spray and sent him to dry off and get into bed while we washed ourselves and hurried to join him.
I expected to see him face down, passed out with his head on a pillow, which was his favorite way to sleep. Instead, he’d put on The Great North and lay blinking at it as we crawled into bed beside him.
“Why didn’t you go to sleep?” I chided, taking the remote from his hand.
“Was waiting for you,” he muttered.
“We’re here now, so…”
“Can we leave it on for a while?” he asked when my finger hovered over the button.
“Of course we can,” I replied, resisting the urge to add that it was just going to end up watching us.
“Something on your mind?” Parker asked as he draped an arm over Phoenix and snuggled up beside him.
“Nah, the shower kind of woke me up, though,” he explained. “I was right on the edge of sleep when you guys insisted on trying to drown me.”
“Yup, someone’s awake if he has the energy to be overdramatic and snarky.”
“I had an idea for tomorrow,” he declared, right after Beef got tangled in his net, dragged off the boat, and had an epiphany about his penis.
“Let’s hear it,” Parker said.
“Laser tag and go-karts at The Canyon,” he said. “They’re having monster truck races too, and it’s an 18-and-over night, so no kids to trip over. They’ve got a beer garden, and the food trucks will be out. We could shut the place down if you guys wanted to.”
“I saw a couple food truck ads pop up on my feed saying they’d be down at The Canyon tomorrow, but I didn’t know a whole event was going on,” Parker said.
“That lobster roll truck got me thinking about a magazine spread I did in Portsmouth, Maine, one June. I ate so many of the damn things the photographer did a digital compilation of me transforming into a lobster and presented it to me, blown up, mounted, and framed.”
“Please tell me you still have it,” Phoenix said, trying and failing to roll over to look at him when Parker tightened his hold and nuzzled beneath his ear.
“Hanging on the wall in my study,” Parker said. “I’ll show you. Aspen has already seen it.”
“Sweet. I’ve never had a lobster roll. Now I want one. Raleigh texted me about The Canyon earlier, or I probably wouldn’t have known about it either.”
“Are they going?” I asked.
“Yup, Raleigh was all hyped up about it,” he replied. “He said Dorian got six tickets, just in case.”
“How can we not go then?” I said as I brushed his hair back from his cheek so I could kiss him.
The way he nuzzled against my hand, encouraging me not to move it away too soon, made me want to glue myself to him. We’d make a mess of Dorian’s fetish-gear shop and anywhere else we tried to go, but it would be worth it to never have to be separated from him.
“Raleigh got the chance to ride in one once,” he said, sighing as I stroked his hair.
“It was one of those things where if they called your seat number, you won the chance to ride the course with one of the drivers. They even let him pick which one. I’ve never seen him so excited, not even the first time we went to the races.
He chose Nightmare and got to hit the button to make the tail shoot sparks and everything. ”
“Now that would be something to mount on the wall,” Parker said.
“How long have you known them?” I asked as Phoenix wiggled lower, his hand stroking over my hip before he gripped my ass and tugged me close enough that he could lick my nipple.
My body’s reaction was to instantly start leaking, drawing a purr from him as he lapped the drop of milk away.
“Damn, you picked the best spot on the bed,” Parker groaned.