Page 170 of Home to the Hollow

“This might be a good time to ask nicely,” Haggerty growls at us.

Jolene grits her teeth as she looks at me. “I don’t beg.”

“Tsk, what a shame, Magpie,” Presley replies as he peeks in front of me. “Because you both come orno one comes.”

The speed of his strokes increases and it’s all I can donotto move. I know what he expects and I’m not going to be the one to misbehave. His soft rumble tells me he knows I’m struggling. We’ve been together long enough for him to be proficient in pushing me to the brink while drawing this out as long as possible.

She has to give in sometime, right?

“Birdman is right, Tíogair. If you want your little pup to get his release, you’ll have to ask us oh-so-nicely.”

Whatever he does to punctuate that makes her moan darkly, and I think she’s going to give in, but instead she mutters, “Make me.”

Doyle’s grin turns absolutely wicked and I get the feeling he’s about to do somethingextremelyrisky. Of all of us, he’s the most chaotic and the least worried about getting into trouble with anyone—even the Society. I’d love to know why that is, but I can’t form the words while Prez is wringing my dick like he’s on a mission.

“If you insist…”

Jolene’s eyes are closed so she doesn’t see the emerald flash in his eyes. Another roar of the crowd echoes in the stadium, but I hear the loud gasp followed by a high-pitched whine of pleasure that comes from our girl.

What in thehelldid he just do to her?!

“How did you… that…ohmyfuckinggod!”

Her whole body shivers next to mine and a pulse of lust fills the air. The people around us finally sit and when I look at the field, trying desperately to distract myself so I don’t come without permission, I see Teddy looking at us from the sidelines. The expression on his face is dark, and it’s obvious he knows what we’re up to. He gives me a wolfish grin, then turns his gaze to Sugarplum.

“Fuck,” she whispers, and then it hits me as well, and I bite back a whimper.

Doyle leans over her and peers at me. “Tell her what you need, little Fae. She’ll do it for you.”

My love gives the head of my cock a squeeze, as if punctuating his words. “Sugarplum…” I manage to choke out.

“You can say it, Tíogair. Just say ‘please let me come’ and everything will be play,” Haggerty says as he repeats the thing that made her squeal.

I have to learn whatever that is because the sound she’s making is divine.

“Haggerty…” Prez’ voice has a warning tone to it, and I wonder why he sounds like he’s worried that Doyle is doing something bad.

“Fine,” Sugarplum grits out, her voice a dark growl. “Please let me come and I won’t tie you up and leave you hanging forhours,Doyle.”

His expression is full of maniacal glee when he replies, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Tíogair. Say itright.”

Squirming, I give her a pleading look as my control slips. She has to say it soon or we’re both getting punished. Her eyes flash as she watches me struggle and she glares at Prez before turning back to Haggerty.

“Please let me come,Sir.”

My jaw drops, and the men on either side of us reach behind us to high-five another. Teddy is going to bepissed. He’snevermanaged to get her to use that moniker.

“You may come now,” Doyle crows, and Jolene bites her lip hard to muffle the sound as he continues doing the illicit thing she’s been trying to hold back from.

Prez’ hand moves faster, gripping and releasing me in a perfect rhythm to push me over the edge. I reach down, sliding my hand under the blanket to twine my fingers with our girl’s as we rocket to the pinnacle together.

The horn sounds again and everyone jumps up cheering for the team we’re supposed to be watching at the exact moment we fall over the edge. It gives us the cover we need, and our muffled cries are drowned out by the loud shouts and noise of the excited fans. Her hand squeezes mine hard enough to mangle my fingers, but I don’t mind— I can barely breathe, much less feel the pain from her grip.

“That’s a good boy,” Prez whispers and Doyle echoes the same to Jolene.

When I open my eyes, I’m surprised to see Prez pull two pre-packaged wet wipes out of his back pocket and hand one to Doyle. Sugarplum squints at them, but I smile softly. Aftercare is an important part of our play, and I should have known Prez would never orchestrate something like this without making sure we didn’t have to sit in a mess for the rest of the game.

He’s so fucking perfect; I can barely stand it sometimes.

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