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“Let’s get you upright and taken care of,” Spencer said.
I don’t need to be taken care of. I’m all good.
Despite thinking it, I didn’t say it out loud. Spencer wrapped his hand around my left bicep and put his hand on my chest just as West took hold of my right bicep and wrapped his arm around my waist. In one swift and smooth move, they had effectively put me in a seated position on the bench. How had they done that so fast? I looked at my wrists in confusion as I struggled to grasp how quickly they had untied me. It dawned on me that they hadn’t actually tied me at all.
Distracting me from trying to figure out the lack of rope and why they wouldn’t have tied me to the bench, Spencer straddled the spanking bench and sat facing me. He weaved his fingers through my hair and firmly took a fistful of locks in his hand. He leaned his face close to mine, and before it registered what he was doing, his mouth pressed against mine and his tongue pushed mine around.
Whoa… I don’t kiss. I managed to move my mouth just enough to murmur, “I don’t kiss.” Though, I didn’t even know how I was able to string words together to sound somewhat intelligible because as I started to speak, West wrapped his hand around my dick and began to stroke it. I’d been painfully hard while I sucked on Spencer and West banged me, but I never imagined one of them would jack me off. Norman never had. Norman never offered, either.
Spencer’s lips were still millimeters away from mine, and his warm breath covered my lips when he asked, “Why not? Is it a personal preference?”
“Is it a hard limit you’ve discovered during our play?” West asked. His tone wasn’t snide, as if to insinuate that I was coming up with hard limits as we played. They seemed genuinely kind, like they cared about my response.
“Honestly, I don’t do it much. Kissing, that is. I don’t think I’m great at it.” I chuckled under my breath. My voice was semi-ragged because West was still stroking my dick. The people Mills would set me up with were never interested in kissing or making out. They were just quick fucks and nothing more. And Norman wasn’t into kissing either.
Spencer’s nose bumped against mine, and his warm breath was on my skin again. “Why don’t you relax and let me be the judge of that?” Before I could reply, his mouth covered mine again. I was completely lost in sensation overload from the incredible hand job West was giving me to argue with Spencer.
Take whatever the fuck you two want from me. Just don’t stop.
Chapter Eight
West
We were having one of the best times in a long time. Skyler was perfect and complemented the way we liked and needed to play. It didn’t take much to make him come while he was lip-locked with Spencer, and I loved seeing Spencer so happy.
“Thank you,” Skyler murmured. “I wasn’t expecting that at all.” He wiped his forehead with his forearm as I looked over his shoulder at Spencer.
“Coming? You weren’t expecting that?” I asked. I laughed and shook my head in disbelief.
Skyler shook his head and looked at the ground to his left and right. He needed off the bench. I put my hands on the outside of his upper arms to steady him and keep him from getting up too hastily.
Spencer slowly stood and gestured with his hand for Skyler to swing his leg over the top. As Skyler brought his leg over the bench, Spencer told him, “No need to rush. The building isn’t on fire.”
I took my hands off him but kept them out and to the sides in case he got wobbly. I caught Spencer’s attention and tilted my head toward the couch, hoping he’d take Skyler to sit down.
“You guys grab a seat, and I’ll get the bottled water,” I said.
“Come on, Skyler,” Spencer said, gesturing toward the couch. Spencer loved this part as much as the actual play and sex. The nurturing side of his personality was so strong, and I thought he got more emotionally out of caring for others than what the bottoms gave him sexually. But as quickly as I thought we’d found our perfect partner, my hopes crashed.
“No, it’s okay. Thanks, though. I’m fine,” Skyler quickly said. “I don’t do aftercare.”
I stopped mid-stride toward the table with the water on it and turned to look at Skyler. The absolute worst part was seeing Spencer’s disappointment as he realized what we thought we’d had—what we’d been waiting for—wasn’t really there. It broke my heart to see that look on Spencer’s face.
“That’s the second time tonight you’ve told us something you didn’t do or don’t do. Yet, you turned out to be a wonderful kisser,” Spencer pointed out. “Maybe there’s a chance you’d enjoy simply sitting with us for a bit as the three of us relax and cool down?”
“No, I really need to get going. I had an awesome time and would love to do this again,” Skyler said before he took a step toward the table where he’d left his clothes.
I wasn’t one to twist the arm of anyone Spencer and I played with, and we weren’t the kind of play partners who manipulated any session to get the type of play, or hear the answers, we wanted. But I wasn’t going to let Skyler slip away.
“We had an amazing time as well and would love to continue to have the opportunity to play with you,” I confidently said. Skyler’s lips turned upward in a smile. “But if you want to be with us again, no running away or dodging the aftercare. It’s all part of the session, and it’s for your benefit as well as ours.”
Skyler stopped and turned to look at me. He wasn’t the only one staring at me either. Spencer was studying me, checking to see if he’d heard correctly.
Skyler stood still, unsure of what to do or if he could move. I didn’t want to scare him, but I didn’t want to risk losing him either, especially when he could be a perfect fit for us.
“You’re free to leave, Skyler. I didn’t mean you couldn’t go. It’s your decision to stay or leave. But just know that if you leave without spending a little time with us, then this will be the last time the three of us play. Do you understand?”
Skyler nodded and glanced over his shoulder at his pile of clothes. Please don’t leave and crush Spencer. Still clinging to the hope that he wouldn’t, I began to negotiate and show that I was willing to meet him in the middle … as soon as I figured out where the middle was with him.
