Page 23 of Their Pup to Tame

I repeated the motion before dragging the feather upward and changing directions again.

This time I lost contact with the solid mass the feather had connected me with, but I couldn’t tell if it was because I’d moved too far or he’d jerked away from me.

I’d break my neck if he decided to play keep-away and go squirming all over the place. One bruised shin was more than enough for the day, thank you very much.

I tried reversing, and for a moment, I felt the feather bend, and then nothing again.

“Oh my God, at least help him aim it!” Phoenix squealed. “How the hell am I supposed to hold still when he’s tickling my nose?”

“Aim lower?” Aspen replied, the shit.

“Which way is lower?”

“You’ll figure it out.” Aspen replied, his flippant remark making me long to torment him with a feather until he pleaded for mercy.

Goddess, some days I both loved and hated this man!

7

ASPEN

Parker figured out how to maneuver that feather, and Phoenix was better and worse for the experience. Every squirm made the weights shift. Parker had him writhing as he tickled Phoenix’s balls. With a collection of stripper songs filling the room, I sat back and watched the magnificent game play out. The way the light shimmered off their skin, shadows following when one of them wiggled in the other direction, heightened the seductive vibes. I cut the music when Phoenix grabbed Parker’s wrist and yanked Parker on top of him, the feather flying out of Parker’s hand as he landed.

I didn’t look to see where it wound up, I was too busy chuckling at Phoenix’s frustrated groans when he remembered that he couldn’t kiss Parker, whose blindfold had come askew. I took pity on them and unbuckled the gag, needing to grab a fistful of Parker’s hair to pull him away from Phoenix long enough for me to get it out of his mouth.

Moaning, they writhed against one another, done playing. When Phoenix whimpered, I wondered if the clamps were hurting him.Parker must have thought the same thing because he pulled back and reached for one.

“N-no, leave them on,” Phoenix demanded, batting his hand away.

Alrighty then.

“Need you to fuck me!” Phoenix snarled. “Please!”

“Getting there,” Parker growled, reaching for the coffee table drawer.

“Now!”

Parker turned back to him and cupped his cheek as he leaned in until they were nose to nose. “You can be my good pup and wait one more minute, can’t you?”

I heard Phoenix suck in a long, ragged breath and watched him slowly relax.

“Good,” Parker cooed before turning his attention back to the drawer.

Condoms, lube, and Parker made Phoenix wait while he prepped him too, but Phoenix didn’t make any more demands. He waited until Parker slid inside of him to whimper. I had the perfect vantage point to watch, sprawled on the opposite couch, cock in hand, pumping when Phoenix whipped his head my way, spotted me, and started to watch. Pleasure twisted his features until his eyes closed, breaking contact with me for a moment. Brilliant green shone bright again when he opened them, seeking me out once more.

“I don’t wanna come,” Phoenix moaned.

“Then you’d better control yourself, pup,” Parker said, thrusting harder.

The nail impressions Phoenix left on Parker’s arms would be there for days to kiss whenever we’d like. Watching Parker shudder through his climax, his low groans of satisfaction mingling with Phoenix’s frustrated pants, left my cock weeping, especially when the pitch and tone of Phoenix’s whimpers changed from frustrated to desperate. Parker had him pinned to the couch in a way that didn’t leave much room for wiggling. Phoenix tried though, but those plush-ass cushions made it difficult to shimmy out from under Parker’s weight.

I didn’t mean to snicker, I swear I didn’t. It just slipped out. I couldn’t help it; the look of Phoenix’s grumpy-cute pout was too damned adorable.

“Don’t you dare laugh at me,” he grumbled.

“Not much you can do about it from over there,” I pointed out.

“You two do not play fair,” Phoenix grumbled, shoving at Parker’s arm as he wiggled, until finally, Parker sat up enough to let him move. I rolled the condom on, ready for him when Phoenix slid over top of me, head thrown back, giving me plenty of access to the swaying weights on his chest. When he rolled his hips, I tugged the weight on the left one and felt his ass squeeze around my dick before he started bouncing, his groans turning to grunts as he worked himself on my length. Neither of us was going to last long, not after I tugged a second time and his cock started weeping precum.