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I nodded without really thinking thingsthrough, though that was almost impossible with the way Keegan was strokingover my erection. But by the time they had my dick free and their hands werestroking over me, I’d been able to think for a moment and I realized Julian wouldn’tdo anything he didn’t want to.

But I was so afraid of fucking things up, Iwasn’t sure what to do.

Yet again, Keegan didn’t have that problem.

He nuzzled against Julian before going backto licking my cock like it was a popsicle. “He tastes so good.”

Julian’s low groan as he licked over thehead of my dick and teased my slit said he agreed.

It was a fantasy come true, and I had tofight the urge to pinch myself and look stupid in front of them.

Moaning seemed safer than words, so I sankinto the pleasure that they were giving me, not caring about the low needysounds that escaped as they licked and kissed my dick. Just watching them wasso erotic it pushed me right to the edge.

Julian was sucking my dick.

Keegan looked up at me as he kissed thebase of my cock, and I could see in his eyes that he knew every fear and worryrunning through my head. But somehow, I didn’t feel weak when he looked up atme with those knowing eyes.

I felt loved.

It was that thought that pushed me rightover the edge. As Julian swallowed my cum, making dirty sucking sounds, helooked up at me and I saw something so close to the tender way Keegan looked atme, I almost couldn’t breathe.

As the pleasure faded and both men moved upto lay their heads on my chest, Keegan laced his fingers with Julian’s and Ifelt a ripple of emotion run through him. I’d always thought I was the lastperson on earth Julian would ever submit to, but as I kissed the tops of theirheads and just soaked up the silence, I thought maybe things had finallychanged.

Hopefully, it was for the better.

Chapter 16

Keegan

“Do you think subtle is the right way to goor more aggressive?” Looking across the kitchen, I raised one eyebrow. “Maybe agift certificate?”

Everyone liked presents.

Mom snorted. “No gift certificates. Thatwould be weird.”

“We don’t use words like weird.” I grinnedwhen she rolled her eyes.

“Kinks aren’t weird. Gift cards forsessions with a therapist are weird.” She gestured toward me with the spoonshe’d been stirring cookie dough with, and chocolate chips went flying. “Behonest with your Dom and tell him you’re worried about him.”

I wasn’t sure that was the best way totackle this particular problem.

“I think guilt is a better way to handlethis if I can’t use the gift certificate approach.” I still thought that was agood idea. “I’m sure Dr. Sheppard is creative enough to design one if hedoesn’t already have them.”

Every company had gift certificates orsomething like that.

Oh, maybe he had some kind of cute cardthing like people could buy at the checkout at Walmart.

“If my choices are guilt or gift card…I’dgo with guilt.” She shrugged, turning back to the bowl. “It’s got a bettertrack record, and with something like this, I’d go with a tried-and-true methodof manipulation.”

“Okay, that’s a good point.” And honestly,guilt wouldn’t be hard.

On the other hand, waiting for thosecookies to be done was definitely hard. “When will those be done? I’mstarving.”

She made a rude sound. “These aren’t foryou. I promised a client a reward, and this is what she wanted.”

Ugh.