Page 21 of Their Pup to Tame

Aspen shoved the coffee table against the other couch, making more space beside the one Phoenix lay on. I straightened it out and sat on the edge with the perfect vantage point to witness what was about to take place.

“Now where did the whipped cream go?”

“Some heartless individual stuck it in the freezer after I mistakenly mentioned how much warmer it would be after sitting out while you were hunting for things,” Phoenix declared, pouting.

When Aspen looked at me, all I could do was shrug, because yeah, I did it.

“We’ll have to see that he’s taught a lesson before the day is through, won’t we?” Aspen said as he headed for the kitchen.

“Nothing would bring me greater joy,” Phoenix replied, laughing so hard he ended up gasping as the weights swung and tugged at his nipples.

If I weren’t gagged, I’d have been a smartass and suggested that he wait until later to celebrate, but my mouth was currently occupied, so snarky thoughts would have to do.

There was extra swagger to Aspen’s steps when he returned to the living room, bottle in hand, to kneel on the floor beside thecouch. Grinning, he tilted his head back, sprayed whipped cream in his mouth, then proceeded to tongue-fuck Phoenix until I feared they’d forgotten about our game.

Phoenix sat up enough to lick the cream from the corner of Aspen’s mouth, and that’s when the sound of the nozzle filled the room.

“Oh…oh shit, that’s cold, fuck!”

He tried squirming backward on the couch, which was going to be a mess if it wasn’t already, though knowing Aspen, he already knew how to get every kind of stain out of any kind of upholstery.

The gag meant I couldn’t chuckle, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t laughing watching him wiggle around that way.

Aspen got it on Phoenix’s abs and thighs, as well as his cock. There was even a glob dripping off Phoenix’s chin when Aspen stepped back to survey his handiwork.

“Not a bad look on you,” Aspen declared as he set the can aside. “Could use a little tidying up, though.”

Aspen leaned in and caught the cream on his tongue before it could drip and splatter on Phoenix’s chest. He’d squirmed so much he was reclined against the arm of the couch now, which put his cock and Aspen’s lips completely out of view.

Son of a bitch.

I moved to the armchair, where the view was just as perfect as it had been before all of Phoenix’s wiggling around.

“Hmm, nope, still messy,” Aspen declared, catching one of the weights in his teeth and tugging as he licked a path down to the cream on Phoenix’s abs. “Such a messy boy.”

“Not my fault,” Phoenix gasped. “One minute I was lying here, the next a maniacal man with gorgeous blue eyes was spraying whipped cream all over me.”

Damn, so he was as big a sweet talker as Aspen was.

And here I’d landed myself in a predicament where I couldn’t use words to get in on the flirting.

“He did, didn’t he,” Aspen murmured. “It’s a good thing he stuck around to help clean you up.”

Aspen lay half sprawled across Phoenix as he cleaned the cream off, Phoenix’s fingers carding through his hair, never tugging, just stroking as little pants and sighs rumbled up from his chest. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his head was tilted back, and that’s where I saw my opportunity.

I’d said Aspen couldn’t stop until all the cream was off Phoenix; I didn’t say he’d be the only one decorating our prize. I grabbed the can and pointed the nozzle at the center of Phoenix’s chest, the hiss making Aspen jerk his head up to see what I was doing.

I left a lemon-sized glob there that I dipped my fingers into before painting a peace sign on his shoulder. He stroked my cheek while I did it, our gazes locking as I drew back to dip my fingers in the cream again.

“You’re hot with that gag in your mouth,” he said before kissing me on the tip of the nose. “I think rogues need to start coming with ball gags instead of eye patches.”

My response was to paint around the nipple clamps, brushing against them several times, in an accidentally-on-purpose sort of way. With Aspen having reached Phoenix’s thighs, we had him writhing between us, my engorged cock throbbing every time hemoaned in my ears. I shivered, and suddenly there were other parts of me engorged, parts I’d neglected in my haste to get to breakfast.

I jerked away from Phoenix to pull my t-shirt off before I leaked all over it and glanced down to see him crooking his finger at me. He didn’t use words to tell me what he was after; he just licked his lips and grinned.

Fuck yeah. I hadn’t felt anything besides the rubber of a pump in so long that I almost came the moment his lips wrapped around my nipple and he sucked.

No hesitation. He wasn’t after a taste. He moaned around my nipple, hips rolling. I glanced down the line of our bodies to see blurred streaks of gold as Aspen’s head bobbed, then Phoenix sucked me again, and I realized that he was matching his pace to Aspen’s, connecting us in one long line of pleasure.