Page 189 of Pucking Them
Yet isn’t this what Shay needs?
In this fantasy, he is meant to be playing me. Yet he can only play himself, and he is making love.
Should I be doing the same with him on our dates? Is this what he needs from me? Is this what he’s trying to show me?
Robyn finally disobeys Eden’s order and raises her hands to clutch Shay’s shoulders, before coming with a deep moan.
Shay’s hips stutter a moment later, before he comes with another litany oflove yous.
Eden draws back on the bed.
Shay collapses to the side next to Robyn, stripping off the condom and tossing it over me and onto my floor with a recklessness that would normally lead to a spanking.
If I wasn’t too tired to move.
Shay happily pecks Robyn’s lips. “You were amazing, love.”
“You too. And you do have a remarkable cock.” She kisses him back.
Shay is panting but he points at me. “Hear that?”
“Shall we take out the measuring tape?” I challenge.
Robyn rolls her eyes. “Let’s not have a dick-measuring contest. Your cocks are both perfect. Anyway, it’s what you do with them that counts.”
“Did you like what I did with mine?” Shay’s searching gaze holds the hint of vulnerability that he never seems to be able to shake.
Will he, once Robyn and I collar him?
Robyn hums. “Maybe I need to work on my moans and gasps of pleasure if you don’t know the answer. Your cock…well, your one roleplaying as D’Angelo’s cock…made me feel loved in the best way.”
Robyn is still holding my hand. She hasn’t dropped it for a moment, and the way that she squeezes it now makesmefeel loved.
Eden picks up a blanket, wrapping it around them both. Then he pets Robyn’s hair, stroking it back from her face.
He catches my eye. “Aftercare. I’m still role playing as your hands.”
Shay chuckles. “Then you can run me a bath. Jude does that for me. Also, you’ll need to fetch a Gatorade and chocolate for Robyn. Oh, and Jude gives these amazing massages.”
“I’m officially taking my hands back,” I say, quickly before Shay can both overwhelm his brother and take advantage of every element of aftercare like he’s at a spa. “How about we cuddle?”
“Who knew you’d be the one asking for that?” Robyn snuggles closer to Shay, who plays with her hair.
Eden settles cross-legged at the end of the bed. “Pain level?”
It startles me, when I realize that he’s talking to me. “Touche. How long have you been waiting to ask me that?”
“Months.”
I grimace. “On a pain scale, probably three. My head is throbbing, and my muscles ache. Tiredness scale though, I feel like I’ve run a fucking ultramarathon. Off the scale.”
“You can’t play tomorrow.” Eden’s expression is grim. “You could have another seizure.”
My blood freezes.
Wait, what?
I struggle to sit up but I can’t.
