Page 34 of Outside the Lines
I stroked myself once. “Suck me.”
A sly smile from Simon, then that lovely mouth closed around me. I twined my fingers in Simon’s hair but let him lick and suck and go down on me to his heart’s content. At least for now. I loved the way his mouth felt, how he used his tongue to tease, and how far he could swallow me. It was unbelievable. “You’re such a good cocksucker.”
He moaned around me and started stroking himself. I tightened my grip in his hair until the moaning turned sharp. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”
A whimper, but Simon left his dick alone.
Lydia was obviously trying to be quiet, but the chair squeaked and her breathing gave away how turned onshewas. The deep gasps of need and pleasure were pretty universal. I snuck another glance, and yeah. Lydia had her hand down her unzipped pants.
She was allowed. Simon? His orgasm was mine to give. I gripped his head, stilling his motion. His tongue and lips didn’t stop, though. I leaned down and whispered, “I’m gonna fuck your face while your wife watches.”
His groan and tremble were things of delight. Dirty man.
But then, I was too. Knowing Lydia was there, knowing I was sliding my cock in and out of her husband’s mouth while she watched—that turned me inside out. I could control both of them, give them what they wanted and needed. Both Derrys were in my hands—even if I wasn’t touching one of them.
I fucked Simon’s mouth gently at first, then with force until he was moaning and gasping and tears formed at the corner of his eyes, trusting that he would tell me if it was too much. Or Lydia would. They both seemed versed enough in kink.
My own desire was swirling and rising, and if I didn’t slow down, it wouldn’t take me long to come down Simon’s throat.
I had other plans . . . so I backed off and pulled Simon away. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” Simon licked his swollen lips and met my gaze. His voice was gravel and joy. “Love any way you fuck me.”
Not only a cocksucker, but also a lovely, subby bottom. How perfect was that? I stood and grabbed the cuffs I’d thrown on the bed. “Get up. Turn around.”
I’ll give him credit, despite his shakiness and the wince I saw when he climbed to his feet, Simon obeyed quickly. Lovely back, delectable ass. I smacked each cheek, and he rose up onto his toes with a little cry. That turned into a moan when I hooked the hand with the cuffs over his stomach and dragged the index finger of my free hand up his crack.
That got me a moan from Lydia as well, and sparks went off at the top of my head and down into my balls.Got you too.
Leather needed to be around Simon’s wrists. I drew one of his hands back and fit the cuff snug around it, then around the other. They clipped together with a handy tiny carabineer.
There. Wrists nice and shackled. Simon’s shoulders rose and fell with each breath, and I kissed the nape of his neck. “Do you trust me?”
He relaxed under my lips. I nipped at his skin. “Yes.” The word was a breathless groan.
Good. The tension in Simon’s body was from anticipation, not fear. I swung him around until he faced the bed. “I want you kneeling there.” I pointed to a spot on the bedspread.
As before, Simon did as I ordered. He folded his beautiful long limbs, and his hard cock jutted out. His skin was flushed from his chest up. I moved the condom and lube out of the way, pressed a hand against his back and spoke into his ear. “Forehead against the mattress.”
With an intake of breath and a grunt deep in his throat, he lowered himself. I pushed his knees apart until he was on the edge of straining to hold the position.
Glorious. Prostrate on the bed, ass in the air for me.
I didn’t play these games often, but oh how I loved them. I ran my hand over Simon’s flesh. “You really want my cock, don’t you?”
He shifted from knee to knee. “Yeah.”
“Tell me.” I wanted to hear it. I wanted Lydia to hear it.
She had her hand down her pants now, rubbing circles. Mouth opened with an amazing expression. When she met my gaze, she smiled and her face took on greater color.
“I want—” Simon’s voice wavered. He took a breath and started again. “I want you to fuck me. Hard. I want your cock in me so deep I can’t see or breathe or speak. I want you to tell me when to come—or not.” He paused. “I want what gets you off the best.”
Everything about Simon in this moment got me off. Part of me wanted to slap the condom and lube on and fuck him rough and fast until we both collapsed, but the other part thought teasing would be fun. Making him beg. I got the lube and coated my fingers and his crack, skimming across his hole and his taint. Rolling his balls and pumping his cock until he was squirming and panting, and desperate sounds were pouring out of him.
He was damn close to the edge already.
Lydia was biting her lip, her gaze on my hand and where it stroked and slid. Some additional lube, and I gave them both what they wanted—a finger deep in Simon’s ass.
