He did and then came back to me. I still had Skye’s head wrenched back at an awkward angle.
“Sir, come on, give me another chance! I’ll be quiet.”
I laughed sadistically, slapping Skye’s ass. “Since when were you ever quiet, slut? Don’t worry though. I’ll give you one more shot.”
Brooks faltered, and I could see the tension in Skye’s shoulders. They both knew I wouldn’t make it that easy. I took the gag from Brooks.
“Open,” I ordered Skye. He hesitated, debating fighting me, but with a single grunt of complaint, he opened his mouth and allowed me to strap the gag around his face. I pet the strap pressing into his cheek.
“Perfect. Just how I like to see my boys. Silent and desperate.” Skye groaned and Brooks’s hips jerked.
“New plan since you can’t behave,” I told them, petting the top of Skye’s head and Brooks’s cheek at the same time while thrusting halfway in, to remind Skye I was still filling him. “You have thirty seconds to get yourself off on Skye’s body, without penetration, brat. If you come in that time, then you can use your mouth to get Skye off. If not—” I shrugged. “Then the only one getting an orgasm today is me.”
Neither of them loved that plan, but they both still grunted their agreement. I glanced at the clock on the wall, glad Luca had insisted on installing one. It came in handy in times like these. “Your time starts . . . now!”
Brooks jolted into action, not wasting a second. He launched himself on top of Skye, an impressive feat with no hands. Skye grunted at the impact as his kink brother lay on top of him, his ass facing me, and started humping Skye’s back.
“Fuck, look at you. So fucking pathetic.” I slapped Brooks’s flank and fucked slowly into Skye. I was going to have to move for real soon, but I’d learned self-control a long time ago and was currently enjoying the show. “15 seconds.” I spanked him again, and Brooks cried out, though I was pretty sure it was because of the clock ticking down.
Brooks was wild, with no sense of rhythm, bucking up and down on poor Skye’s back. “10 seconds, 9, 8, 7, 6?—”
“Ahhhhh!” Brooks froze, and then his hips jerked as his orgasm shot through him.
“Fffffff,” Skye cursed, muffled through the gag. He tried to move, but between the straps holding him down and the 160 pounds of man on his back, he wasn’t going anywhere.
Before Brooks was finished, I dug my fingers into Skye’s hips, leaving bruises, and started to fuck him for real.
Brooks collapsed as my orgasm hit like a fucking rocket.
“Fuck.” My vision blurred at the edges and my legs shook with the effort as I filled Skye with my load.
“Good boys. Such fucking good boys.” They both whimpered at the same time, making me laugh. Skye liked to pretend he didn’t need any praise or recognition, but he was full of shit. He loved it as much as Brooks.
I slipped out of him, panting. I slid my hand underneath and squeezed his painfully hard dick.
“Oooh, that must hurt.”
Skye made a sound that resembled “fuck you” an awful lot. I chuckled and pumped him twice before letting go.
“C’mere, brat,” I said to Brooks, helping him off Skye’s back and onto his shaky legs. I reached behind his head and pulled off the gag.
“Ungh.” He stuck out his tongue and stretched his mouth.
Cupping his jaw, I kissed him quickly.
“I think Skye deserves a reward. How about you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy. Why don’t you get down there and use your mouth?”
Brooks grinned, his eyes lighting up. “Yes, Sir!”
He fell to the floor and knee-walked under the bench. It had been set up in a way that he could fit easily underneath. Skye gasped a second later as Brooks’s lips wrapped around his length.
Keeping my eyes on them, I walked over to the cabinet to get some wipes.
“No teasing, brat. Take him down your throat like the good cocksucker I know you are.”
