“Well, then maybe I should show you how much you mean tome.” As Scott and I sank down in unison, Ryan shivered, and the desperatedesire that had been pushing at him moments before came back in a flash.
Words, however, did not come back.
Blinking and breathing took up most of his brain cells, sowe didn’t wait for him to make another snarky remark as we each took a thighand started stroking over his clothes.
It would’ve been impossible to miss the little twitches hismuscles made or the quiet moans that escaped with every breath. It got evenharder as Scott leaned down and kissed right over the straining bulge Ryan’sdick made through his pants.
With every touch, he got more desperate and more turned on,and I could feel him fighting the urge to thrust his hips up before we’d evenfreed his erection. Just making him stand so I could ease his pants down to histhighs had him shaking, and I had a feeling he was wishing I hadn’t releasedhim from the restraints quite so early.
That became even more obvious when he sat back down and hisfingers wrapped under the chair, holding on for dear life. I couldn’t decidewhat was sexier, his desperation or the way his trapped erection was strainingout in front of him, begging for attention.
Scott was clearly voting for the dick because as soon asRyan sat down, he went in to lick the angry-looking head, pulling a moan fromour sexy lover. “Oh…Yes…I…”
That was really all we got as Scott took him deeper; everythought Ryan had scattered and all he could do was moan and gasp. He got abrief reprieve as Scott finally eased off the hard length, but then it was myturn.
Taking him deep in my throat, I teased my lips around thecock ring before pulling off. I didn’t want him to even try to forget therestraint wrapped around him. He might’ve been getting a blow job, but hewasn’t the one in control.
And every brush of lips and teasing stroke made sure heremembered that.
By the time he was shaking and his moans had taken on afrantic note, I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Even his eyes lookeddesperate as he stared down at us while we took turns sucking on his cock. Hewas so lost in the desire that it took several long seconds for him to realizewhat I was doing when I finally reached for the cock ring.
Scott and I were working perfectly in time together and assoon as I released the restraint, he sank deep on Ryan’s cock and our loverjumped over the ledge. Crying out, his entire body went tense as his orgasmfired out of him.
When Scott finally pulled off Ryan’s cock, licking the headand smiling as Ryan shivered at the overstimulation, Ryan looked completelyworn out. “That was…”
His lids were only half-open, and he was just looking at uslike we were the most incredible things he’d ever seen. “Thank you.”
Scott rested his head on Ryan’s thigh, but his wicked grinsaid he was going to push another button. “He’s thanking you now, but in aminute, he’s going to remember he didn’t get permission to come.”
Ryan’s groan was a beautiful mix of frustration and hope…heliked his spankings but he was smart enough to be very skeptical of apunishment handed out when I was still horny and naked.
I had such smart men in my life.
“I’ll have to think about what I’m going to do about that.”Shaking my head as Ryan tried to gather up enough brainpower to apologize, Iknew I wasn’t going to let him off the hook quite yet. “He should’ve realizedthat.”
Scott nearly giggled as Ryan poked his shoulder. “You’re somean to me.”
Scoffing, Scott rolled his eyes. “Maybe if you remembered mycoffee next time you go to the store then I’d be nicer?”
God, they were so funny.
“Evil.” Ryan huffed, but behind the crossed arms and thepout, I could see the barely restrained laughter in his eyes. “Master, he’sbeing mean to me.”
Scott sat up, looking innocent and sad. “He drank the restof my coffee and ate the last of my biscotti and then forgot it at the store.”
Yep, still hilarious.
“Oh, poor baby.” Giving him an innocent peck, I nodded.“You’re right, that’s hard to forgive.”
“Definitely punishment worthy.” Scott’s earnestly said wordshad Ryan going still again, and I could almost hear the thoughts runningthrough his head. Would he apologize or try to get punished? Would it be worthit? Would he get a spanking or something terrible like having to do all thegrocery shopping?
There were just so many wonderful punishments for a poutingsub who’d rather get spanked.
He finally settled on giving us a contrite look and a simpleapology. “I’m sorry.”
Not too specific.
Not too eager to get out of a punishment but not pushing ittoo much.
