Though they both found women sexually attractive, neither had ever connected on such an intimate level with a female as they each had in so short a time with Alex. He couldn’t wait for her return that coming Monday.
Done with his inspection, Liam pressed his shoulder. Daniel let go of his ankles and lowered himself to a kneeling position.
Liam opened his jeans and pulled them, along with his underwear, down his thighs. His long, thick cock sprang forward. Daniel held himself rigid, resisting his urge to lick and suck the inviting shaft. Instead he lifted his chin and opened his mouth, waiting for Liam’s cue.
Liam slid the head of his cock into Daniel’s open mouth. Daniel closed his lips around it, greedily licking the soft, spongy crown.
“Stay still. Don’t move.”
Daniel obeyed at once, letting his mouth go slack. Liam placed his hands on either side of Daniel’s head and moved forward, guiding his shaft until the head was lodged deep in Daniel’s throat.
He stayed that way for nearly thirty seconds. Daniel’s heart quickened, his mind slowly emptying. When Liam pulled back at last, Daniel took a huge gulp of air, preparing for the next thrust.
Instead, to his surprise, Liam stepped back and tapped Daniel’s shoulder. Daniel stood at once, too well trained to question his Master.
Liam pulled his jeans and underwear up over his erection and took Daniel into his arms. Daniel brought his own arms around Liam’s strong back and rested his head against his shoulder. He could feel Liam’s cock, jutting as hard as his own against him.
Alex slipped back into his mind. He could almost see her kneeling beside them, watching them embrace with that adorable puppy-dog look of longing on her face.
One never had to wonder what was on Alex’s mind. Her thoughts and motivations were as transparent as a child’s. She was a challenge to train, but he had to admit he’d loved every minute of it.
“I miss her,” he blurted. Though he hadn’t used her name, of course Liam knew who he meant.
Liam smiled. “She’ll be back soon. She just needed a day or two to collect her things and put her affairs in order. She’s probably as eager as we are to pick up where we left off. That’s why I didn’t come in your mouth just now. Neither of us is going to come until tomorrow night when I get home from work to find my two sex slaves, naked and kneeling at the front door.”
~*~
Alex hadn’t meant to steal the orgasm. It just kind of crept up on her. She’d stopped her packing to lie down for a few minutes, stripping off her sundress in an effort to catch what little breeze there was. The ceiling fan whirred overhead, but only succeeded in stirring up the warm, humid air of an unseasonably hot June for Connecticut.
When she closed her eyes, images of her two Masters had immediately flooded her imagination. Her hand had slipped almost without her knowledge into the lacy pink panties that were all she’d left on.
Liam Rutherford and Daniel Spencer were, without question, the most exciting men she’d ever come across. Just the thought of Daniel made her wet—with those blue-gray eyes against tan skin, his hair the color of wheat, sunlight and copper, kneeling naked and strong at the feet of his Master.
And tall, serious Liam, with the chiseled features and the thick hair she’d always wanted to run her fingers through but had never dared. When he fixed his deep gaze upon her, it was as if he stared directly into her soul. He had this way of making her feel at once like a naughty five-year-old and the sexiest woman alive.
She hadn’t meant to orgasm, but only to stroke away some of the fire in her sex. That fire had ignited the first time she’d laid eyes on the men only a week before and had been stoked to raging proportions by the time she’d left yesterday morning.
She had intended to stop before the sweet pull of climax dragged her over the edge.
But she hadn’t.
She sighed, regretting that she’d disobeyed them, even if they weren’t witness to it. Daniel and Liam had been very clear with her. If she was serious about being their submissive sex slave, it was essential she obey their rules at all times—not just when they were watching.
“And I do want that,” she said aloud. “I do. More than anything.”
Over the last few days of their week together, she’d begun to admit to herself that her feelings were stronger than mere jealousy over being excluded. She was edging over that slippery slope of love, even knowing that love would not be returned by her Masters. Nevertheless, even if she never found a place in their hearts, she wanted to stay in their arms and at their feet for as long as they would have her.