Impact (Suncoast Society #32)(43)

The men laughed.

Tilly sighed. “Fuck.”

“Language,” Loren teasingly warned. “Little pitchers.”

Tilly slid into a seat at the table. “Okay, fine. We’ll hire movers.” She jabbed a finger at Landry. “It’s on your head if some weird-ass story hits the news.”

“Why my fault?”

“Because I said so. And you’re the Master, that’s why.”

He smirked. “I thought you didn’t want me Domming you.”

“Well, you’re on top by default.” She stuck her tongue out.

Loren snorted. “You’re living dangerously, sweetie. I have no doubts those two need absolutely no reason to put you in your place.”

Landry grabbed Tilly by the hair and pulled her in close. “She’s right, you know. And with Loren here, there’s nothing to stop me from taking you into the bedroom and giving you a good hard spanking right now.”

Tilly swallowed hard. “Um, no, Sir.”

He looked at Cris. “Did that sound like consent to you?”

“She knows how to say red,” Cris said.

“Go play, guys,” Loren said. “Me and the peanut need some quality time together.”





Tonight, Landry determined it would be Cris in the middle of the sandwich, with Tilly on the bottom. Cris slid his cock inside her and held still at Landry’s order, waiting.

Meanwhile, Cris switched to French and began whispering in Tilly’s ear, building her up, getting her primed and ready to go as soon as Landry let Cris start moving again.

Didn’t mean Tilly couldn’t try to squirm against him, rocking her hips and trying to rub her clit against him.

“Someone’s going to get a good, hard f*cking,” Cris said. “Our sweet little Redbird, begging me for permission to come while I’m f*cking her.”

During Cris’ absence, Tilly had cursed the orgasm triggers that had been such an engrained part of their dynamic during their relationship.

Now, with Landry as well, she’d been able to enjoy them once more, benefitting from the training Cris had done with her while her Master.

Behind Cris, Tilly felt Landry start to work his cock up Cris’ ass. She knew because Cris always let out a cute little moan, and his cock started to twitch, when Landry got ready to f*ck him.

Landry had also switched over to his native tongue. “Two sweet pets are going to come tonight,” he said. “Cris, don’t you dare come before I tell you. Redbird, you may come as soon and often as you’d like.”

Cris’ head had drooped a little. At that, he raised it and looked over his shoulder. “Why does she get that freedom?”

Landry grabbed Cris by the hair and tipped his head back. “Because I said so.”

Tilly felt herself drop a little deeper into subspace at the commanding tone of Landry’s voice.

“Yes, Master,” Cris mumbled.

Oh, he was already gone. She never dreamed she would ever find that sexy, but she did.

Super-sexy.

Tilly tried rocking against Cris again, but then he dropped his full weight onto her, pinning her to the bed. “If I have to wait, I’m going to make you wait a little longer.” Cris leaned in and started nipping the side of her neck.

She mewed in pleasure, squirming against him—or trying to, at least.

Finally, Landry had his cock buried inside Cris and made him sit up. “Start f*cking our girl, Cris.” Cris immediate started thrusting, long, hard strokes she knew were not only bringing him pleasure from his cock being buried in her *, but from Landry’s cock in his ass as well.

Landry looked over Cris’ shoulder and his gaze connected with hers. “Come, Redbird.”

That’s all she needed. Between the ingrained trigger, the wonderful way Cris’ cock filled her, and the way his body was rubbing against her clit, there was no way she couldn’t obey him. She arched her back, clamping her lips together to stifle her loud, long moan of pleasure.

“Good girl,” both men said, although Cris’ voice was sounding a wee bit strained from trying to hold back his own orgasm.

“That’s my good boy,” Landry said. “I’ll let you f*ck a couple of more out of her, then I’ll put a load into your ass and give you permission to come.”

Tilly was still coming, one long, rolling, blissful release that seemed to have no end. Not as intense as the forced orgasm sessions with the vibrator, but still wonderful.

She damn sure wasn’t complaining.

Cris’ lower lip was caught under his teeth as he rolled his hips, thrusting against her, back onto Landry’s, impaling her and then himself with every stroke.

Tilly held on and enjoyed the ride, glad for something, anything to capture and hold her mind and attention in this way, for this long. To quiet the thoughts rattling around inside her brain, noisily chipping away at her calm.

Landry eventually took over the rhythm, grabbing Cris by the hips and driving his cock into the man’s ass, shoving him forward into Tilly even more and keeping her going. She knew Landry was close from the sound of his voice.

“Get ready, boy,” he hoarsely ordered.

Cris groaned, nearing the edge of his own self-control when Landry finally let out a satisfied moan.

“Now,” Landry gasped. “Come for me.”