“All right, just wondered. After all, it’s a first for all of us. Weird how you and I seem to be taking it in stride while Vince’s hands are shaking like a wind chime in a hurricane.”
“We’re on home turf, I suppose. Plus, he’s fancied you rotten for ages. He doesn’t want to fuck this up. So to speak.”
“Perhaps he thinks we’re murderers luring him to his doom.”
“Perhaps. Let’s go and show him otherwise, shall we? Are you ready?”
“You know me, darling. Always.”
In the bedroom, Vincent was standing by the window, peering out through the blind slats.
“Been followed by a private detective, mate?” joked Mark.
Vincent spun around, clamping his hands over his cock—as far as possible, considering the proportions of his erection.
“Oh, honey.” Laurie made a swift path over the deep pile carpet to him. “Don’t hide that gorgeous thing. Come on. Lie down on the bed, and I’ll pay it some attention.” She reached a hand up to cup his neck, nudging him down for a kiss of reassurance.
His shoulders sagged, and the tension seemed to drain from his body. With an arm around Laurie, he shuffled sideways to the bed and lay down, keeping her close.
She sent one finger in a wavy line from the hollow between his pectorals, over his well-toned abs until it came to a halt at the upright stalk below.
“If you touch it,” whispered Vincent, “I think I might… I need to hold back.”
“Oh, I see. You’re close?”
“Very. Watching you and Mark… I like watching.”
“But you like joining in, too, I hope?”
“God, yes. But…do you have anything…?”
“Just a moment.”
Laurie reached over to the bedside drawer and rummaged until she found a small bottle of a pump-action spray.
“We’ve encountered this problem before,” she said. “Or rather, it’s not a problem. Mark likes to give me as many orgasms as possible before coming himself. This helps.”
She spritzed on a little of the desensitizing lotion, smiling as he winced at the temperature of it, then took his shaft firmly in her hand.
“Do you think that’ll do the trick?” she asked, tugging gently.
He exhaled heavily. “Oh. Oh, I think so. Oh. That’s weird.”
“Can’t have you peaking too soon,” said Laurie. “I want a good long fuck from you. A real ride. Look at this cock—I can’t wait to have it up me.”
“Jesus, Laurie. Just…do what you want. Anything.”
“Okay. First things first.”
Another rummage in the drawer produced a pack of condoms. Laurie took her time, wrapping the thin latex cover over Vincent’s cock with excruciating care and slowness.
“Am I doing this right?” she teased, using her knuckles to rub and stroke as the rubber stretched downwards.
“Oh, Laurie.”
“That’s a yes. There. Now, do you know what I want you to do now?”
“Yeah.”