Tank sucked him without haste, but when his warm hands stroked Clover’s thighs, it was enough to push Clover over the edge. He arched to his toes, receiving Boar’s final thrusts. Tears spilled down his cheeks from the intensity of his orgasm, and he was sure Boar’s hard, slow thrusts meant he was finishing too.
“Clover…” Boar panted. “How are you this… gorgeous? I love you so much.”
Clover chuckled when Drake gave him a kiss. Only Boar could bring this much sap to an orgy.
“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving,” Pyro said while Clover was still riding his afterglow. He gave Clover a fast kiss, patted his cheek, and walked off toward the grill, which still burned, even though it was cooking nothing at the moment.
Clover went limp, accepting kisses and caresses from his other lovers. He moaned when Boar cleaned up his ass with a wet tissue before wiping off his thighs and cock as well. When Drake removed most of the rope, Tank held Clover up, and then, once he’d been thoroughly cleaned with a sponge and dried with a thin towel, Clover was in the air again, this time secure against Daddy’s chest.
He was so overwhelmed by the mind-blowing sex he couldn’t stop trembling, like he wasn’t a grown-ass twenty-year-old but a kitten thrown out into a stormy night. He couldn’t have felt more satisfied, but his body still craved closeness, and he hugged Tank tightly. Tank’s sheer size offered him a sense of security, but the ease with which Tank carried him was yet another reminder of how safe he was here.
“Love you,” he whispered into Tank’s ear. Maybe Boar wasn’t the only sap after all.
Tank pressed his lips to Clover’s ear. “Love you too, boy.”
Happiness spread its wings in Clover’s chest, and he laughed when Tank put him down on their picnic table, which someone had covered with soft cloth. He thought it was a joke at first, but when Boar winked at him before placing a dish in the middle of Clover’s stomach, surprise turned into relaxation. He could be their centerpiece, why not?
Boar even offered him a pillow for his head. “You just relax now, sweetheart.”
Pyro snorted. “You don’t call me sweetheart.”
Boar pushed Pyro’s shoulder, laughing. “Shut up. You’re no sweetheart, you’re ‘babe’ at best, but more like ‘monster’.”
Pyro laughed and kissed his cheek, resting his head on Boar’s naked shoulder. “Hate you too.”
Clover was a bit bummed he’d have to wait longer to eat, but when everyone started hand-feeding him tiny morsels, his initial worries melted away. He relaxed, enjoying the constant attention, and while he was too tired to participate in the light-hearted conversation, he listened to it all.
Tank cleared his throat. “So, now that you’ve got your spa and shibari out of your system, and Disney World has been ticked off… We need a new job, ‘cause our pockets are bleeding. I’ve had an eye on one for a while now.”
Chapter 2 – Tank
“What’s the job?” Pyro leaned in with a glint in his eye, but Tank focused on the amazing sight before him first.
Their boy made the prettiest platter, his white flesh like soft porcelain.
Tank ran his finger over Clover’s nipple before grabbing a tomato out of a bowl balancing on the pristine skin.
“Transport protection. They’re paying a lot, but not saying what the cargo is, so I’m guessing drugs.”
Clover stretched to a point where some of the olives in a tiny bowl were in danger of rolling out, and Tank found himself staring as Boar lifted Clover’s head to give him some soda.
“Must be high risk if they don’t want their own men involved,” Drake said, after swallowing a piece of his burger.
Pyro shrugged. “I’ll take it on. Anything else weird about it?”
Tank absentmindedly stroked Clover’s thigh. The boy had never been this smooth before, so he must have shaved during his little vacation with Drake. “The job keeps popping up, but they seem to employ different people each time. Must be a security thing.”
“How is the pay?” Boar asked, feeding Clover a tiny morsel from his own plate.
“It’s real good,” Tank said, leaning back. He had enough savings to live for a couple more years without changing his lifestyle, but he was starting to get antsy every time he looked at his bank account and saw the funds draining out rather than growing.
“Then let’s do it! I’m starting to get rusty,” Pyro said, even though he’d taken on a few small jobs with Boar in the past year.
“Will I get one gun or two?” Clover asked, excited as a cat about to pounce. “Drake’s been teaching me how to use two at once.”
It was as if the garden had become a sound vacuum, or maybe it was just Tank’s head that got so empty Clover’s words echoed inside his skull.