Vanessa and Emiliano stared.
I sighed. “Someone interrupt me, please.”
“Dorian could link us all, if everyone’s open to that,” Milo suggested.
“Oh, definitely,” I said.
“Well, well, well,” Emiliano said. “I’d love to share my thoughts with you.”
“Trust me.” I linked all our minds. “I’ve already enjoyed the show you two have been sharing.”
“Our live performances are so much better,” Vanessa thought, handing her completed form over to Milo.
After a brief exchange, everyone reviewed papers, and it seemed they were open to almost everything aside from a few kinks that required a returning play partner. Not certain this would be more than a one-time thing for us. Then again, I didn’t go into date night expecting to fuck the other couple.
I went to the bathroom, taking a few minutes to calm down and clean up before the festivities began. I wasn’t the only one who took the chance to prepare for the night. When I returnedto the living room, Vanessa was sitting beside Milo on the couch, leaving plenty of room for me to join.
“Shall we move this to the bedroom?” Vanessa asked, sliding a hand between Milo’s thighs.
My chest burned, synced to his arousal and curiosity. Before I could react, Emiliano plopped on the couch beside me and turned my head to face him. He kissed me, soft and sweet, taking his time to test my response. When my tongue moved to meet his, he moved in rougher. In a matter of seconds, he had his arms wrapped around my waist, and he’d lifted me up effortlessly to straddle his thighs.
Fuck. I immediately began grinding against him, enthralled by his desires and entranced by Milo and Vanessa’s. Their lips were smacking nearby, but it didn’t take long for the sound to fade.
Emiliano ran his hands under my shirt, teasing my skin with his strong hands. He slid a hand in my slacks, cupping my ass, and controlling the thrust of my hips as I rode him.
“Let’s get this party moving, sweetheart,” Emiliano said with a wispy breath between kisses.
I nodded in response, and he lifted us both up off the couch, carrying me into the bedroom.
Milo had Vanessa sprawled out in a big, cushioned recliner by the corner of the room. She slowly undressed while Milo worshipped her exposed skin, planting delicate kisses on her chest, her arms, her stomach, and her thighs. When all that remained were her bra and panties, Milo tore at the red lace until it snapped. Then he went to work, going down on her.
Vanessa’s moans of ecstasy drew my attention only momentarily. She lay back in the chair, her breath hitching as Milo worked his tongue inside her. With a graceful elegance,Vanessa extended her right leg, raising it high, then wrapping it around Milo’s neck. She held him close, thrusting into him to control the oral.
Milo’s devilish delight flowed through the bedroom, leaving me entranced by his excitement. Soon, his hands worked their way up Vanessa’s stomach, adding a bit of authority as he took his time eating her out.
Emiliano tossed me onto the bed, ripping off his clothes and putting on quite the distracting show himself. He added a delicate pulse of telekinesis to unravel his corset, each string a mesmerizing show as he stripped before me. His tight white boxer briefs left little to the imagination. Christ, this man was a goddamn giant in every sense of the word, and I wanted to climb him. No, I wanted to buckle beneath his weight, feel every muscle of his authority control me.
“What are you waiting for, boy?”
Right. Titles, proper addressing, and occasional name-calling were on his list.
“Apologies, sir.” I unbuttoned my shirt, stifling the shiver of delight that surged through me.
Calling him ‘sir’ thrilled Emiliano and, in turn, made me eager to be his obedient boy.
By the time I’d gotten my shirt off, Emiliano had completely stripped. He stood at the edge of the bed with his dick facing me.
“Get over here, boy.”
I obeyed, moving over and sliding my legs off the bed. He was very tall, but our bed had a high lift, so I leaned forward, bending to meet his cock. It was semi-erect and fit in my mouth easily. I bobbed my head up and down, savoring the prickles of excitement that buzzed across my skin.
“On your knees.” Emiliano gripped my hair, taking a step back and dragging me off the bed.
I spit out his cock, nervous I’d clench my teeth in the sudden movement. He slammed me down to my knees and grabbed his cock, slapping the spit-covered pole against my face. The throbbing erection grew to full length after a few smacks, and before I could move to take it in, he shoved it back into my mouth, immediately gagging me.
As I choked, Emiliano ordered me to hold it there. I obeyed, running my hands over his waist and then cupping his firm ass cheeks. He bucked, pushing his cock deeper into my throat. It was difficult to breathe, but my dick throbbed in response, loving how he controlled me. Emiliano held my hair firm and bobbed my head up and down his shaft.
When I finally broke away to suck in a desperate, deep breath, he slapped my face and pushed me back onto his cock.
