I wasn’t sure if his request was a blanket one or meant just for Thor, so I kept my hands off him, despite the urges I was hit with as Thor reclined back on his elbows, cock standing up proudly from a neatly trimmed nest of curls. Thor smirked and raised an eyebrow, and I could tell that he was enjoying the way Payne was guiding our playtime with his gentle, reproachful gaze the moment Thor reached to teasingly stroke his own cock.
Ohh, so he didn’t even want Thor to touch himself. Nice. If this was Payne’s version of foreplay, we were going to be so wound up by the time we got down and dirty, this place between us was going to be orgasm central by the end of the night. When Payne told the smart speaker to play “All I Wanna Do is Make Love to You”and flashed me a wicked grin, I knew I was finally going to get to do what I’d wanted to do from the moment he’d started shaking that fine ass to the beat of the songs I’d played for him on my guitar. Payne spun around me, all grace and beauty, as I turned with him, ghosting a hand down his arm but remembering the rule about no touching, until he grabbed my hand and put it on his hips as I moved with him. Payne’s fingers skimmed under my shirt, our bodies moving in harmony as we rocked. He rode the knee I slid between his legs and started tugging my t-shirt off. This time clothing flew once he’d gotten it off, and I rolled my hips, loving the way Payne’s tongue poked out as my abs rippled.
He smirked up at me when he popped the button on my jeans, then leaned back, swaying, hips rocking, never losing the beat. I did, though, when Payne leaned in and grabbed my zipper in his teeth, gaze heated as he peered up at me before slowly easing it down.
Payne rubbed his cheeks over the denim as he stood, tugging until my jeans were around my ankles and I had to step out of them to keep dancing with him. We neared the end of the song with me in my briefs and Payne still in those lacy boy shorts,but by the time the final notes faded away, we were naked, and apparently not done dancing yet, since he told the smart speaker to play “Careless Whisper” as he wrapped his arms around my neck.
Game fuckin’ on!
I skimmed my hand down Payne’s back, moving with him as we swayed. Those lips were right there, and I ached to claim them, but it was Payne who made the first move, tugging my head down until I finally got the kiss I’d been aching for. He tasted of marshmallows with the faintest essence of pineapple, hips swiveling while I matched him move for move as our tongues slid together. He broke it to throw his head back, grinding against me at that point, eyes as lust-blown as mine probably were as I watched the seductive way he moved.
We ended up with our fingers snarled in each other’s hair, a filthy make-out session ensuing long past the end of the song. It wasn’t until Thor cleared his throat that we stopped, panting, my cock rubbing against Payne’s belly; we were that close together.
“Can I please, for the love of all that’s holy, touch one of you, or myself now?” Thor growled. “’Cause that was too fuckin’ hot for words.”
“Touching would absolutely be amazing right now,” Payne offered as I reluctantly turned him loose and stepped back from him completely as Thor reached for his hand.
It was my turn to watch now, particularly the sway of Payne’s hips as he closed the distance between himself and Thor and not only took his hands but also straddled his lap and leaned over to kiss him. The curve of Payne’s spine was too tempting to resist kissing as Thor groaned beneath him, and after discovering how sensitive his skin was and how easy it was to make him shiver beneath my touch, I took my time, licking and nipping in between kisses, sweeping his hair to the side when I reached his neck.
“W-Wylde,” Payne panted.
“What can I do for you, sweetheart?” I asked, words breathed against his skin, interspersed with kisses that made him shiver and let out a little mewl.
“P-prep me, please, please, please.”
“With pleasure.”
We had supplies in the drawer. Lube, condoms, and even a few toys, all of which had been requested by Payne in his question and answer sheet. I’d read over it so much I practically had it memorized and quickly retrieved what I’d need to make it good for him. Thanks to the plugs he loved, I knew he wouldn’t require much, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to have fun spreading lube around his hole before I breached him with two fingers, drawing the most delectable sounds as he whined and pressed back against them, then surged forward into Thor’s kisses.
Somehow, we’d all ended up in service to each other, and it truly was the best kind of fun, making sure he was open enough to take Thor’s fat cock, but only after I’d filled him with one of his toys. Seeing it sinking inside of him, inch by inch, held steady by my hand as he rocked against it, was one of the best visuals of the day. The whole time I worked it into him, I kissed his back and licked the light sheen of sweat that began to break out as he truly got himself worked up. When he threw his head back and groaned, I withdrew it, chuckling when Thor grabbed his ass to keep him from chasing it.
I had to amend my previous statement when Payne rose and Thor guided his cock into him for one of the wildest rides I’d seen anyone take outside of on the back of a bull. Payne started bucking the moment Thor was balls deep inside of him, chasing the first orgasm, while Thor’s low, rumbling groans filled the room.
So good. So hot. I told the smart speaker to play “I Wanna Fuck You Like an Animal”while enjoying the visual of Payne riding my best friend until he came, eager to take my turn when they were finished.
And Payne, our hot, wild, beautiful gift from Derek, somehow managed to stave off his orgasm to take me next, right there while he was still bent over Thor, clinging to him while I slid inside of him. I took him hard, with him pinned between us, Thor’s hand in my hair, the light tugging caused by my thrusts completing the circuit of touch between us. Pinpricks of pain, the silky feel of Payne clenching around me bringing only pleasure, I lasted as long as I could before filling the condom, but only after Payne came, howling my name as he went still. Breathing was difficult, movement next to impossible, so I lay panting against Payne’s back, certain we were squishing Thor in the process, but it was still the best damn feeling in the world. Too good not to try to go for round two once my heart stopped pounding. One day and I was already hooked on Payne. One day and I was certain he was destined to be our everything.
Chapter Nine
Payne
“Welcome to the Frisky Fox Moonlit Café and Bootblacking Extravaganza. Please, have a seat and get comfortable.”
“Wow,” Master Wylde murmured as he took a moment to look around at the touches I’d added to the space around the patio table.
The two lights above the back door, even coupled with the solar lights around the table, hadn’t quite provided sufficient light for the perfect bootblacking experience, but I’d brought two strands of bright silver fairy lights with me, along with a strand of silver bulb lights that I strung between them and wove around the support beams of the umbrella. They created a halo of brilliant, glowing light that provided more than enough illumination.
My bootblacking supplies were set up on a sturdy wrought iron stand, in easy reach of the cushion I’d removed from one of the chairs in the cabin. I’d spread a blanket out beneath it so it wouldn’t get dirty, and my trusty catch-all tray for used cleaning cloths and brushes sat waiting for me to fill it.
I’d roasted a turkey breast earlier, fried bacon, and thinly sliced tomatoes and cucumbers to create double-stacked turkeyclub sandwiches that I’d paired with lemon bars and a pitcher of sparkling mango lemonade for them to munch on while I worked. I’d taken up bootblacking during my time with Sterling because he was very particular about the appearance of his clothing and accessories, and one of the things that man had loved was leather, which wasn’t the easiest to care for on the road. Along the way, I’d discovered how good of a focal tool bootblacking was for me. Tonight was the first time I’d had the opportunity to combine my bootblacking skills with my love of cosplay. My outfit, complete with a bushy red fox tail, red ears, and furry red and black strips that crisscrossed my torso and forearms, was well out of the way of my hands; nothing impeded my work.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched my big, beautiful Doms get settled in the chairs. Master Thorin wore his cowboy boots and leather vest, while Master Wylde was fully decked out from head to toe in that rather impressive, though seriously dusty, collection I’d been itching to get my hands on since he’d donned them the day I’d arrived at the cabin.
We’d played out several scenes since then, in between daily visits to the petting zoo and barn, though the horses were bigger than I’d expected and a bit scary at first. What had settled me down was them. Not the animals, but my Doms. They never rushed me. They never tried to convince me that my fears were ridiculous or unfounded; in fact, Master Thorin had commended me on having a healthy respect for their size and unpredictability. Master Wylde had explained that horses were complex animals who acted differently around those they trusted and those they didn’t know. They’d waited while I made up my mind if I wanted to pet one or not. In the end, I’d stroked Starling’s neck and even fed him a cut-up carrot after Master Thorin had taught me how to hold my hand, fingers straight and flat, so Starling could eat them out of my palm withoutmistaking my fingers for carrot chunks. His velvety soft nose had tickled, but I’d been too scared of giggling and spooking him, even with the fence between us. The beautiful horse had just nickered softly and swished his tail, his two-tone body shimmering beneath the sun. That wonderful moment would be embedded in my memories forever, along with meeting Alfie. The moment the alpaca popped into my head, I was reminded of all the drawings I was looking forward to creating of him.
“And here, we have Alfie,” Master Wylde said, already passing me a handful of feed. “He’s an alpaca, though he believes he’s a horse. He loves to be petted too, so feel free to rub his neck and talk to him the same as you would the horses. You’ll make a friend for life.”
“Aww,” I cooed, stretching my hand out and giggling as he happily nibbled his treats. “His face is so expressive. Just look at those eyes and the fluff on the top of his head.”