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“Yes, ma’am.” Brendon salutes her. She chuckles and kisses both of our cheeks. “We’re headed to bed. Good night.”
We both say good night at the same time, and my grandparents head upstairs, Grandpa waving at us as he passes us.
The second we hear their door close, Brendon spins around and pins my hips to the counter I’m wiping down.
“You owe me an orgasm.” His tone is rough and guttural.
“You gotta wait for them to fall asleep first, damn.” I push back into him and grind my ass against his dick. “Are you up for a flip fuck?”
Brendon sucks in a shuttering breath through his teeth and bites my shoulder through my T-shirt.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” I reach behind him, pulling him closer, and roll my hips. “Be a good boy and help me finish this up, then we can get to the good shit.”
He groans into my skin, digging his fingers into my hips for just a second before he steps back and gets his work done. It only takes us a few minutes before he’s done and takes the puppy out to pee.
When I get to the bedroom ahead of Brendon, I see someone put a dog crate with a bed and blanket in it for Seymore. Thank fuck. I did not want to try to have sex while the dog wanted attention.
“Señor Butts is such a good pup,” Brendon says, carrying the dog.
“In the kennel. He can come out once we’re done.”
Brendon looks scandalized, holding the dog to his chest like he can’t believe the words that just came out of my mouth.
“Excuse you. First you take him away from the table, and now this?”
“You want to try to fuck while he’s climbing on us and trying to lick your face?” I cross my arms and wait for that mental picture to hit him.
“Yeah okay, you have a point.” He puts the pup in the kennel and puts a blanket over it. “No child needs to see his dads fucking.”
Brendon flicks the light off, leaving only the light from the moon peeking in through the curtains, but it’s enough.
“Strip,” I demand, and Brendon doesn’t hesitate. His Darby U T-shirt hits the floor only a few seconds before his shorts and hockey puck underwear. He’s gloriously naked, that beautiful blush already spreading across his chest and up his neck, and his cock is jutting out from his body. Even in the dim lighting I can see him so fucking clearly. “Your fuck stick looks like it wants some attention.”
Brendon’s breathing increases until he’s damn near panting, and I haven’t even touched him yet. He opens and closes his fists, watching me like he expects me to pounce.
I strip my shirt off and let Brendon rake his gaze over my body before dropping my pants. He whimpers when I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke. I’m hard as fuck and want to come too since I’ve been edging myself along with him.
“Sit.” I nod to the bed, and he sits on the edge, eyes never leaving mine. I get him adjusted the way I want, so he’s farther back, leaning on his hands, and I can ride him.
I grab the lube and one of the butt plugs I brought from our collection.
“Lay back. I want you stretched around this plug while you fuck me.”
“Fuuuck,” he moans and lays back on the bed. I lift one of his legs and open him wide to get better access to his hole. This plug has a long taper so I can prep him with it without needing fingers first, and once I’m ready, I can remove it and fuck him without more prepping. It’ll burn a little, but he can take it.
In and out, I work the plug into him until it’s fully seated, and he can’t keep his hips still. His hands are in his hair, pulling at the long strands, and his back is arching off the bed.
I lick a line up his neglected cock, and he gasps. He throbs like he’s going to come, but I grip his base hard to keep him from losing it.
“I hate you,” he groans, and I dribble lube over him and spread some on my hole as well. Sometimes I like going right for it and not prepping. That stretch, that burn, makes me weak.
I straddle his lap, the soft hair on his legs tickling my ass until I lift up and position him at my hole. Brendon’s eyes pop open and watch me as I tease myself with him. He’s so fucking close to the edge I should be able to get a second one out of him.
Once his head is inside me, I sink down on him, grab the back of his neck, and pull him back up to sitting.
He’s a whimpering mess, leaning back on his hands so he can’t touch me but wants so desperately to. I tangle my hand in the back of his hair and pull his head back, then fuck myself on him. Rolling my hips first, circling them, then rocking before lifting up and slamming back down on him.
He moans, and it’s music to my ears.
