“Nice,” I commented. “He enjoys a good frigging.”
“So do I,” Matteo remarked, causing Vincent to squirm and grunt with his aggressive prep.
Because the cage over Vincent’s cock prevented him from focusing his pleasure in that specific area, his entire body would become engaged in what Matteo was doing. The intensity would increase in so many ways, precisely because Vincent’s attention wasn’t focused on his penis.
Also, because he’d been caged almost twelve hours and subjected to so much frustration and titillation at the gallery show, his body was primed for pleasure wherever it could find it. And right now, it was finding it at Matteo’s hands.
“Oh, fuck. Oh God,” Vincent moaned as Matteo pumped him vigorously with two fingers. “Please, Matteo. Fuck me. You said you were going to fuck me.”
“Patience, my love. You’ll get fucked when I’m ready. I’m working up all the spunk I’m going to bury inside you.”
“Jesus! Oh, God,” Vincent groaned, arching his back and sticking his ass out for Matteo.
Matteo and I exchanged a glance. My expression must have betrayed my amusement at Matteo’s filthy language, because he quirked his lips and shrugged.
“It’s true,” he said.
“I know. But I so rarely see this side of you, and I’m loving it.”
Matteo took his cock and rubbed the crown against Vincent’s buttock, then slapped him with it. “This is what you’re getting, and everything in my balls when I shoot into you.”
“Fuck,” Vincent replied, turning to gaze at me with a desperate expression. “Help.”
I shook my head from side-to-side. He could ask all he wanted, but unless he used his safeword, I wouldn’t interfere.
“Quiet,” Matteo directed. “Keep your ass in the air, Vincent. It’s so pretty like that.”
The hoarse sounds of Vincent’s breathing filled the space as he became more and more frantic. Matteo’s fingers trembled as he prepared himself with the lube and moved in from behind. When the head of his cock pressed against Vincent’s hole, Vincent cried out, “Please!” through clenched teeth.
Matteo leaned forward and rubbed his clean fingers against Vincent’s lips. “If you need something to do with your mouth, suck on these,” he said. Vincent took Matteo’s fingers in his mouth as Matteo’s cock breached him.
Vincent groaned as Matteo sank into him from both ends.
“My God,” Matteo groaned as he drove into Vincent’s soft, warm hole, picking up speed as he became more and more excited. “You are so pretty from this angle.”
Vincent garbled against Matteo’s fingers as Matteo pounded him, his desperate sounds accompanied by the creaking of the bed and my hastened breathing.
I snuck a hand into my pants, rubbing myself as I watched them. They were so fucking hot like this. My gasps mingled with theirs as they moved together toward Matteo’s culmination. I moaned as the orgasm took hold of me, but I kept my gaze on them as Matteo abandoned the last of his composure.
“Oh…God…Vincent,” Matteo swore, pulling his fingers from Vincent’s mouth in order to use both hands to grip as he thrust wildly, then froze as he emptied into Vincent, a euphoric look on his face. Vincent cursed and groaned as Matteo filled him, unable to chase his own satisfaction, but no doubt enjoying the degradation of his plight.
“So much. I gave you so much,” Matteo said, withdrawing with care and watching his semen leak from Vincent’s body.
“That is so fucking hot,” I breathed, wiping my wet fingers on my pants and moving closer.
Matteo pushed his still-hard cock back into Vincent and Vincent whimpered as his hole became a plaything for me and Matteo. The next time Matteo’s cock slipped out, I used my fingers to push the spunk back inside.
“Get one of the plugs and stuff that good stuff up there,” I said, since Matteo’s dick was softening, and I couldn’t bear to waste any of it.
Vincent groaned again, thrusting his caged cock against the air as Matteo found one of our many butt plugs and brought it over. I twisted the tip at Vincent’s slick hole and gently pushed it into him.
“There. All stoppered up.”
“I can’t take it. I need to come. Please!” Vincent begged, ragged with need and frantic with desire.
“Shh. Soon, my darling,” I said.
We unbuckled him from the spreader and turned him over, and I retrieved the tiny key for the cage from my watch case. I held it up in Vincent’s line of sight.
